In the spacious and bright room, Zuo Daquan continued smoking his cigar while quietly reading the financial statement in his hand. His business had been in trouble as of late, which involved a particular case that was his gold mine. The gold sand had been mined, smelted and refined; yet the gold price plummeted, thus leading to abysmal sales. It made him depressed since he was in dire need of cash.
"Boss, Kanaja just sent someone to give another reminder again."
A middle-aged man whose appearance was far from looking handsome, though with eyes full of wisdom and experience, walked inside with a briefcase and reported with a helpless expression.
