Peng Xingrong's face suddenly changed.
The teacup in his hand trembled, and tea splashed out, wetting the base of his thumb.
But after all, he was a big boss; he understood the principle of remaining calm in the face of upheaval. He took two seconds to steady himself and smiled, "What do you mean by that, Mr. Ruan?"
Mr. Ruan sighed lightly, "It seems Chairman Peng doesn't believe me."
"Well, let me make it clearer."
"I wonder if Chairman Peng has heard some rumors in the Lingjiang political circles?"
"What rumors?"
"Lingjiang's finances have run out."
Peng Xingrong's eyes flickered as he nodded, "I've heard about it."
Mr. Ruan said, "This is not a rumor, but a fact."
"Indeed, Lingjiang's finances have run dry; otherwise, the high-speed rail project wouldn't have resorted to financing through investment promotions."
"Otherwise, the old city renovation project wouldn't have been converted into commercial land."
