"Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Sheng Siyuan was also taken aback when he saw the old man.
However, the old man just waved his hand, signaling that he didn't need to say anything.
"This is all my fault for not recognizing people's true colors back in the day. You've managed to turn the situation around, which is already commendable. Let me handle the rest."
After finishing his words, the old man reached for the bank card he had brought with him.
In this kind of joint-stock company, the distribution system for shares works like this: according to the proportion agreed upon at the time of joint investment, if in the end someone withdraws or something happens, other shareholders who want the shares can only buy them with money.
And this money is private!
Sheng Siyuan looked at the old man, not sure what to say, and at last, he could only cough dryly twice.
