Sterly seemed to think Gu Nanchen wasn't under enough pressure and continued to pile it on, causing Gu Nanchen to feel as if one head had become two.
He even wished he could just smash his head against a wall and die, but he knew he couldn't die, at least not now. If he died, on one hand, he would let down his father,
and on the other hand, it would play right into the opponent's trap. At that time, the Gu Family Group would truly fall into someone else's hands.
But what should he do?
Gu Nanchen truly was out of ideas; the company's financial chain had broken, and they were soon going to run out of funds.
The two-week deadline was approaching, and Gu Nanchen's mood couldn't improve; he could only drown his sorrows in alcohol.
Seeing the chairman so anxious, Wang Zhi was also very worried. As just a small assistant, he couldn't help much and could only follow the chairman's directives.
Watching the chairman drink non-stop, Wang Zhi sighed softly on the side.
