Chapter 825: If Someone with the Surname Zhang Looks for Me, Say I’m Dead

"Limes, does this Orlando guy have social anxiety?" Zhang Menglong wondered if this humble and courteous demeanor was directed only at him or others as well.

"Boss, you might not know this, but Mr. Orlando was originally the largest shareholder in our company, holding over 80% of the shares."

"Then how did those shares end up with my ancestor?" Zhang Menglong asked curiously.

"Hold on," Limes operated something on her wrist, and the entire data space was shrouded in a purple data membrane.

"What's this?"

"Don't worry, it's a privacy protection technology," Limes explained, "Any actions or words we have in this virtual space are immediately deleted afterward, leaving no record."

"Wow, is it that secretive? Anyone unaware might think we're doing something unspeakable here."

Limes blushed instantly; this young boss sure wasn't shy about speaking his mind.

But if something indeed happened, she wouldn't mind at all.