Qiao Xiguan checked the time and joked, "Working on the weekend, does your partner have any objections?"
Just after she spoke, the call on the other end was disconnected.
What an impolite old man!
Qiao Xiguan wrinkled her nose unhappily and drove to the Fu Family.
She stopped at the entrance of the Fu Family, as it was the weekend, not many people were around, just a few scattered overtime workers.
She took the elevator all the way up to Fu Bowen's office.
The door was partly open; Qiao Xiguan knocked and entered.
"What does Mr. Fu want to see me about?"
"Sit down," Fu Bowen indicated the seat opposite him.
"What's up?" Qiao Xiguan truly felt that Fu Bowen seemed a bit serious.
"These days, Shanghai's finances are a bit unusual, haven't you noticed?" Fu Bowen asked.
Qiao Xiguan nodded, "Yeah, I've noticed. Now, the stock market of some of the larger companies in Shanghai is oddly declining."
