Qin Group.
The style of the not-so-spacious executive office is simple and clear.
The cool breeze brushes through the open windows, intermittently rustling the papers on the desk.
Jin Chenye's tall figure stands by the window, a cigarette perched on his fingertips, though he doesn't smoke.
The flickering ember of the cigarette, sometimes shines on his face, unveiling his obscure mood, and then vanishes.
Jin Chenye stands straight, his gaze empty as he stares ahead.
There's the sound of footsteps behind him. Jin Chenye's eyes narrow, his melancholic expression withdraws as he turns around.
"Boss, following your order, all the loose shares in the stock market have been gathered. Here are the latest results." The assistant strides in, placing the file on the table and lowers his voice to report.
"Any suspicions aroused?" Jin Chenye glances at it, his lips parting indifferently.
"None so far."
