Just a nephew of a male assistant.
Now the assistant is the vice president of the bank, responsible for the daily work arrangements of the bank, in this regard, Mr. Qiao Bafu still trusts him.
The assistant's face still shows no expression, "You've already been more successful than most people, sir."
"Most people...", he pondered the word for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh, "But still not as good as that small handful!"
He doesn't care at all about what problem the bank has now, he lights a cigarette, looks at the assistant, and gestures for him to sit down, "We haven't talked for a long time, sit down, let's chat."
The assistant walks over to sit across from him, "What do you want to talk about?"
He takes a drag on the cigarette, exhales slowly, the assistant's face seems a bit blurry in the smoke, "The Mayor is finished, all my investments in him are gone."
"Millions in investments."
When he says these numbers, his body even trembles slightly.
