"Boss, as more and more people are getting wind of this, the stock market is likely to plunge even more wildly. Not only will assets evaporate on a large scale, but our company, which is urgently in need of fundraising, may face liquidity issues, which could really shake our foundation,"
Dong Changfeng, having been in business for so many years, knew all too well. His face was as white as a sheet, and he could hardly stand on his feet.
"How could this have happened? Why would there suddenly be a short-selling institution targeting us?"
"Boss, I sense there's something off about this. It's so abrupt, it's clearly a premeditated trap. Has Nanfeng Corp offended any companies?"
"No way, we've never had any enemies to the extent they'd want to harm me." Dong Changfeng shook his head, his face suddenly taking on a new pallor. He drew a sharp breath in.
Recalling Third Young Master Jun, Dong Changfeng's pupils shrunk in fright, his breath almost freezing in his chest.
Could it be...
