Shui Zhenyuan was sitting on the sofa, reading the newspaper at that moment.
It was a habit he had cultivated over many years, even though it was now easier to get timely news online, he still had the habit of reading the paper.
Yet his heart was somewhat restless.
In the past few days, two incidents had occurred, and their Shui Family hadn't been able to resolve either; they still couldn't secure the position of bank president, and the one taken away by the Discipline Inspection Commission hadn't returned, nor had they been able to send out so much as a message.
This was highly unusual; for their Shui Family's power, such things used to be easy to handle, but now they were proving to be so difficult. It was sheer nonsense to say nobody was targeting them.
But no matter how much they investigated, they couldn't uncover anything. Even when they found some informed individuals, the others spoke in riddles and were clearly hiding something on purpose.
