"Mr. Liao, Yesterday I didn't promise if you passed me the things, I would immediately reverse the plummeting value of your company's stocks, did I? I'm not a god. The stock prices don't rise or fall at my command. These things take time. You don't have to worry, the price will fall by at most, four to five dollars. You'll still take home a few billion to enjoy your retirement."
Nian Junting sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs.
Liao Qiulong's face twitched in anger.
His family's net worth had been over twenty billion, but now it was only worth a few billion.
This made no sense to him.
"You seem to have something to say. Am I being too charitable with you?"
Nian Junting rested his arms on the back of the sofa, and said coldly, "Or are you thinking you should get away scot-free after trying to play games with me?"
"No…"
"That's good then."
