The next morning, Yang Fan had just gotten up when he received a call from Su Lingrong.
"Mr. Yang, something's happened."
Su Lingrong sounded very anxious on the other end of the phone.
"What happened?" What could it be? This woman never loses her composure, so something must have really happened.
"Last night, there was an explosion at a Qian International Group factory on Dragon Patrol Island. Ten workers on duty were killed, and early this morning, Qian International Group's stock listed in Singapore plummeted by thirty percent."
Initially yawning and still somewhat sleepy, Yang Fan immediately stood up.
The first person that came to mind was Carlos Scott; that bastard had already started his move.
"How severe is the loss?"
The stock drop is only temporary; it will eventually rise back up. The factory's losses are what Yang Fan is concerned about.
