"Little Nine."
He waved for Rong Zhi to sit by his side.
"It's been a while since father handed the company to me, and this is the first time I've felt this nervous."
Last year's situation of Ying Family was really bad, compared to the previous year, the revenue shrank by five percent. It doesn't sound like much, but considering Ying Family's annual revenue is close to twelve digits, this five percent amounts to at least millions.
Ying Cenchuan had been bothered since he saw the financial report. He kept improving the company system, researching new products, arranging internal affairs to the best, and stabilizing employees just so Ying Family wouldn't be eliminated from this industry.
A brand that has been operating for nearly a hundred years, some brand beliefs have already been engraved in the heart. Ying Yunlin wants to make Ying Family succeed and grow bigger, and the pressure he bears is heavier than anyone else's.
