Lin Liming stared at the folder in Lin Yi's hand, and had a bad feeling in his heart: "What do you mean?"
Lin Yi said, "So many negative things were found about you by Chuanhe Industry. It's obviously because of your own credibility that they terminated their cooperation with you. You still have the nerve to blame my second uncle and ask me what I mean?" After saying that, he turned around and put the folder in front of the old man, "Grandpa, take a look at how my uncle made all that money over the years."
The old man glanced at Lin Yi, then flipped open the file. There were only two sheets of paper, and he finished reading them in a few minutes. But after reading them, the old man closed his eyes again and sat there for half an hour without saying a word. It was okay for others, but Lin Liming became more and more uneasy. He didn't know what the black material Lin Yi was talking about was, but he knew that he was full of Sh!t. If the old man knew about it, he would definitely not end well.
Time passed by little by little, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Lin Liming's forehead. If you didn't know the old man well, you would definitely think that he was asleep, but everyone present knew that the old man could not fall asleep.
"Bang...bang...bang..."
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