Just as Old Master Gu finished speaking, he saw Gu Zhiyuan walking in from outside.
"Grandfather," Gu Zhiyuan was disheveled.
Yet Old Master Gu stared at him, those sharp eyes exuding a calculating intent that made Gu Zhiyuan's scalp tingle, and he stood there swallowing subconsciously.
"Does Ji Shunuan have a good friend?" Old Master Gu suddenly asked in a deep voice.
Although Gu Zhiyuan was somewhat puzzled, he still nodded.
"Yes," Gu Zhiyuan replied gravely.
Old Master Gu's eyebrows rose, then suddenly he laughed heartily, saying, "That's fine, that's fine."
"Grandfather, Ji Shunuan is dead set on holding onto our Gu Corporation, today the tax bureau came to inspect our taxes! The public opinion outside is nearly overwhelming us," Gu Zhiyuan said, clenching his fists in frustration.
All of this misfortune was brought by Ji Shunuan.
"You tell finance to cooperate as much as possible, I will handle the other matters through connections," Old Master Gu said coldly.
