Ming Ge had to establish her authority in the company; how could Ming Zhiyuan dismantle her platform?
Moreover, he believed his daughter was a measured person who wouldn't give away shares for free without any assurance.
Everyone sighed in their hearts; this young lady was indeed fortunate to have her whims indulged.
With this, none of the directors objected anymore.
Gem betting itself carried risks—it wasn't impossible to lose all five hundred million. If they advanced, it would be a huge profit from the surge in gemstone prices; if they retreated, Ming Ge would foot the bill. They would be out of their minds to refuse such a windfall.
So, Ming Ge returned to the main topic and lifted her chin toward Yin Hao, saying, "However, what about him?"
The crowd was stunned.
"Huh?"
"What's the matter with Manager Yin?"
"What does Manager Yin have to do with this?"
Yin Hao, who was called out, kept a stern face, thinking to himself in despair.
Why me?
Why is it always me?