Zhang reached for a document on his desk and slid it toward them. "Take a look. Since you say the matter is urgent, let's start with this."
The group hesitated before examining the papers.
"An equity investment agreement?" one murmured.
"That's right. You're short on funds, aren't you? I'll find a way to give you work, but the terms will be clear."
The representatives exchanged glances, tears of relief welling in some eyes. "You're truly forgiving us, Chairman Zhang?"
Zhang exhaled deeply. "You think I'd let you die? These companies were nurtured under my guidance. I won't let your employees starve because of your foolishness."
His words, though stern, struck a chord. The representatives bowed deeply, expressing their gratitude.
"I'll pay generously, and I won't take excessive shares. Managing your companies would bring no profit to the association," Zhang added.
