"Ziming, I'm really sorry." Gai Yu sat powerlessly on the small sofa, "My father disagrees with the cooperation, so I can only try to manage from the winery and Fengyun International."
Chen Ziming's originally hopeful mood instantly dropped to freezing point, and naturally, he had little mood to comfort Gai Yu, casually brushing off a few words before hanging up the call.
Not long after, a call from M Country came in again, asking when the money would be in place.
"I want to know too!"
Chen Ziming angrily threw his phone aside, walked to the table, and slapped the mouse, the dark screen lit up again, displaying the stock page.
Compared to just now, Mu Corporation's stock had obviously risen.
"Damn it!"
Chen Ziming angrily slammed the mouse on the table.
A few days ago, when he was still the chairman of Mu Corporation, he had been hoping for the stock to rise, but Mu Corporation's stock seemed dead, not moving at all.
