Yin Shixiu's voice suddenly turned cold,
"My child, wanting to trade for Guo Tong's worthless life, you've underestimated me, Yin Shixiu."
From thousands of kilometers away in London, at the conference center of the Yin Group Building, Yin Shixiu sat on a large black leather sofa, leaning back with his hands crossed.
On the large conference table, a phone was on speaker mode.
His words were directed at the elders and juniors in the Yin Mansion in Beijing, but his gaze was on the stock market display in front of him.
Clearly, he had already anticipated that Guo Tong would take all the blame.
And he didn't mind Guo Tong playing the hero.
"Fourth brother, why did you handle this matter so hastily? The saying goes, family shame should not be made public—"
"Someone knowingly breaks the law, abuses power from a high position, and takes lives; this isn't family shame, it's family misfortune."
"..."
