In the president's office of the xinlida group, Liang Yongmei was standing in front of the office and making a call.
"Mr. Chen, what did you tell me? you said that these stocks would definitely make a profit and not lose money. But what's the result now? they've fallen for more than ten days, and now they've all hit the limit down."
"I don't care. You have to take full responsibility for this."
"Hey, hey ..."
The call had already ended. Liang Yongmei looked at her phone in anger, her face contorted in anger."Bastard!" She screamed and smashed her phone on the ground. Then, she fell back into the chair.
She looked at the stock numbers on the computer screen, which were red and green, and only the few stocks she had bought were green.
Did the heavens want her to die?
Liang Yongmei's face was indescribably tired. Without the exquisite makeup she always had, the hard work of the past few days made her look old.
