Yan Xiu was holding a thick report in his hand. His mouth was like a machine gun as he reported the company's important matters non-stop. Ji Han's eyes were fixed on the game characters on the television, but he was able to respond to Yan Xiu's words. "It's not enough. We have to lower the price further."
Yan Xiu frowned. "But..."
"There's no 'but'. The lower the price, the better the rebound."
Ji Han did not even shift his gaze. He talked about the livelihood of the shareholders in the same tone one would use to talk about dinner plans.
Yan Xiu sighed and closed the document. "But I'm afraid they won't know whether to buy or sell."
The president's every decision was hard to see through. He really pitied those shareholders who were victims of Ji Han's methods.
"Am I in the charity business? Do I have to care about their lives?"
Ji Han laughed coldly. He did not pity those shareholders at all.
