Qin Miaomiao's private account suddenly had an extra hundred million yuan. She stared at it, dumbfounded. Wait a minute, wasn't Ninth Uncle only supposed to transfer fifty million? Where did the remaining fifty million come from?
After thinking for a moment, she dialed Lu Qing's number.
At the shareholders' meeting, Lu Qing had a cold, expressionless face that clearly said, "Stay away." No one dared to breathe loudly. Those who spoke did so nervously, terrified of saying something wrong.
The atmosphere at the meeting was suffocating. At this moment, a phone rang.
"I have a little donkey, but I never ride it. Sometimes I take it out to watch a show."
What the heck, whose ringtone is so quirky and attention-grabbing?
Everyone exchanged glances, schadenfreude written all over their faces. Bringing a phone to a meeting like this? Might as well be asking for trouble—definitely about to get kicked out!
