In a luxurious villa in Donghai City, Liu Jie sat on a genuine leather sofa, looking at the slightly overweight middle-aged man in front of him with a face as dark as iron and filled with anger.
"Old Wang, what do you mean by this, telling me you want to withdraw your investment at a time like this?" Liu Jie's voice was sinister.
No wonder Liu Jie was so angry. The Old Wang in front of him was his business partner, and the plot of land for the welfare institute had been secured by him. However, it required a substantial amount of funding.
Liu Jie was worth a lot, but definitely not enough, which is why he sought out Old Wang, and after some deliberation, they planned to co-invest in the project.
For this project, Liu Jie had also taken out many loans from the bank, but now that the project had already started, if Old Wang were to withdraw his investment, Liu Jie would never be able to bear the significant loss.
