Chapter 191: The Taste of Being Slapped in the Face

Cheng Qiaobei worked in the hotel industry, so having some industry contacts was normal. Chen Ningxi didn't think much of it.

He put down the document bag, pulled her in front of him, habitually wrapped his arms around her waist, looked at her tenderly, and said, "Honey, because of the public opinion issue, the company's stock price has plummeted, and the market value has shrunk. Old Cheng asked me to solve this problem.

If we can make up for the losses, both of us can relax for the rest of our lives. Don't you want to see the beautiful landscapes of our country? I'll take you on a road trip in a motorhome. Wherever you like, we'll stay longer. If you want to see other scenery, we'll just set off. What do you think?"

Chen Ningxi had bought stocks before, though she wasn't a professional investor, she understood a little bit.

"How much has it shrunk?" she asked.

Cheng Qiaobei said, "7.5 billion Hong Kong dollars."