"The eighty billion that just hit the account before the end of the year, and in a month's time, half of it is gone?"
Banging on the desk vigorously, his palm was numb from the impact, but Wen Yiming didn't care at all. All he knew was that in just a month, forty billion was gone.
If things continue at this rate, won't he be out of money again in a few months?
Third time's the charm, by then, would Fu Mingshou still help him with money? He might devour him instead!
If Fu Mingshou doesn't help him, and he has no other means, should he just watch as Wen's goes down like this?
"Explain to me clearly, item by item, how this money was spent. If there's a single accounting discrepancy, see how I'll deal with you."
Shouting harshly, Wen Yiming felt a buzzing in his head, making it hard even to breathe smoothly.
"President Wen, didn't you look at the income and expenditure report I attached at the back?"
