River State.
Phoenix Mountain Resort.
When Tyler Mamet was alive, in order to relieve the pressure of capital turnover in engineering projects, he specially opened part of the mature tourist industry ahead of schedule, and the resort was one of them.
The resort covered in thick snow was even more beautiful, like a world in a fairy tale.
Inside the luxurious presidential suite, Emmett Atkinson had no interest in admiring the beautiful scenery before him. He clutched his cell phone, and it was unclear what the person on the other end of the phone had said, but he forcefully yanked at his tie and spoke angrily, "These old bastards are just vampires. When my investment fails, all the blame is on me, and they want to hold shareholder meetings to impeach me from time to time. When I make a profit, the glory isn't mine, it's theirs, because it's their money that made a profit. In short, the responsibility is always mine, but the credit is always theirs. Isn't it?"