Suho leaned back, relieved. He'd tell Jin Wu tomorrow. For now, he had another headache: the money arriving tomorrow.
He counted on his fingers. 'Six hundred thousand from Jin Wu's cursed million. Add the rookie Wu Yu's hundred thousand. Seven hundred thousand in total. Damn it, that's too much.'
He chewed the end of his pen. Solutions came. Horny Princess Interactive had over thirty workstations. Replace them all with brand-new equipment—three hundred thousand gone. That left four hundred.
'Fabric. Always fabric.' He scribbled a note. A fresh batch would chew another three hundred thousand.
'And the last hundred? Fine. Team-building event. Game company and clothing factory staff together. Karaoke, booze, whatever burns cash fastest.'
He exhaled, shoulders loosening. 'Perfect. Seven hundred thousand gone as soon as it comes. Crisis contained. Barely.'
The Next Morning—Outside the Workshop
