Li Pan really wanted to storm into the Tower of Night right now, grab Yulia and shove her up against the wall.
But he couldn't.
Because forty, no, sixty billion was a small matter.
418.5 billion was also a small matter.
It was the six hundred and fifty billion that was the big deal.
TheM's rule was actually just one, no matter how you screw up, you have to clean up your own mess and not screw up the company's business.
This time, if Li Pan were to face a lawsuit from the Security Bureau because of this bad asset, and his accounts were to be frozen by the tax bureau, even though he could clear things up in a couple of days, his application to establish PMC Panlong Security Consulting Co., Ltd. would be dead in the water.
Even if those six sipping on red tea came forward to sing his praises, it would be useless.
