Jiang Xu glanced at the international news.
Almost all of it was news criticizing and accusing his company.
Various attacks and curses were flying all over the sky.
As if dark clouds pressed down on the city, angry waves surging forth.
It created the illusion that the world was about to collapse.
Ally called.
"Boss... Just a few hours ago, a total of one hundred and twenty-two suppliers issued statements to us.
Effective immediately, they are stopping all supply of raw materials, all cooperation.
And they've indicated that they won't be paying any penalties for breach of contract due to our involvement."
Jiang Xu chuckled coldly, "How many are domestic companies?"
Ally: "Over ninety percent of them are."
"As expected," Jiang Xu clicked his tongue: "The first ones to hand over a knife are often your own people."
Since Jiang Xu had anticipated this situation long ago, he was not at all flustered.
He simply inquired about the mood of the company's internal staff.
