Thirty-four-year-old Wang Xin was balding prematurely, his hairline receding into an M-shape.
He sat in his executive chair, turning a deaf ear to Wang Huiwen's words, his eyes fixed on the computer screen.
"Brother Xin, the Market Supervision Association wants us to come in this afternoon."
Wang Huiwen said again.
"Old Wang, Chen Yansen has returned to Xucheng," Wang Xin said with a slight sigh.
"Brother Xin, are you saying Senlian Capital is behind this?" Wang Huiwen asked, frowning.
"It could also be Li Yanhong," Wang Xin replied, looking up. 'I'm not sure, but I think it's more likely Chen Yansen is making a move.'
From what he knew of Zhang Chaoyang, simply passing along a message wouldn't have been a difficult request. So for Chen Yansen to remain unmoved, even knowing Meituan was willing to concede, most likely meant he had other plans.
'Senlian Capital wants Meituan dead!'
Wang Xin's fantasy was shattered!
'Chen Yansen never had any intention of acquiring Meituan!'
