Jin Yucheng certainly wasn't fragile enough to drop dead from being pissed off.
Though, yeah, he was really angry...
But after just about 10 seconds or so, he managed to calm himself down.
"I... it's... fine..."
He weakly opened his mouth, waved his hand, dismissing the employees crowding around him, and asked Fu Daiheng, "How much is left in the account?"
"Uh..." Fu Daiheng hemmed and hawed, dropped his head in shame, "Less than one million in the account, and a bit over four million in the backend..."
Shit!
Jin Yucheng's nails nearly dug into his skin. The fire inside his chest, it felt like it could melt the iron rod clamped in someone's jaws.
"A whole hundred million... Slimmed down to 5 million?"
Fu Daiheng didn't dare to look up: "Yeah."
Li Changgeng, one of the partners, was pushed to the front by a few brothers.
"Brother Jin..."
"No need to talk. It's my responsibility, I admit it!"
"Hey, hey, brother, that's not what we mean. It's just that we..."
