All the people of Qin Group were seeking a way out, no longer caring for Qin Group itself; only a few old employees still continuously monitored the Qin Clan's stock market, hoping for a miracle to occur.
After all, they had spent so many years with Qin Clan and harbored deep feelings for it; naturally, they did not want to see Qin Clan vanish into the dust of history.
But even they knew in their hearts that the current state of Qin Clan had reached a dead end, and hoping for a miracle was difficult.
Inside the traders' room, Qin Yuru's expression was dim, and all her vigor seemed lost, far from the aura of the Huaxia business queen she once had. She looked at the person in charge and said,
"Go and calculate the wages for all of Qin Clan's employees, disburse their salaries for this month in full. If it's not enough, withdraw from my personal account."
"Chairwoman, this…" The person in charge's face changed.
