Shan Minglang... His surname is Shan...
He should have thought of it earlier, Yin Shihua and Shan Munan's son...
"Sister-in-law, this is it for today. I will try to help you with the stock market issues, but I can't do much about other problems of the Yin Family."
"I understand, thank you, Zeng Xiaocheng."
Su Xiaomeng sincerely thanked him and arranged for the secretary to escort Zeng Xiaocheng out.
Xiao Meng sat back in the massive leather chair, the sky outside was almost entirely dark.
It's not hard to imagine that tomorrow morning, the major media will again report on the Yin Family stock decline and the departure of senior management.
The previous problem has yet to be resolved, and one after another problem was already foreseen.
Why is it that when her husband sits in this chair, a simple lowering and raising of his eyes would mean strategies formed, victories achieved even from afar.
