Having left Jinshan United Pharmaceutical Company, Zhang Xiaowei was bubbling with joy.
It felt absolutely fantastic.
All he had to do now was sit back and reap the benefits.
The look in Song Mingshu and his son's eyes earlier—they wanted to kill me.
They painstakingly controlled 39% of the shares, but it was all for nothing.
I estimate in just a few days, Jinshan United Pharmaceutical Company will face bankruptcy.
Of course, that wasn't what pleased him the most.
After parking his car, Zhang Xiaowei went straight to Zhao Ruolan's office, beaming with happiness.
He even forgot to knock and just barged in.
"Lan."
In the office, Zhao Ruolan was in the middle of discussing something with her subordinates.
Hearing someone call her so intimately all of a sudden, her face turned red with a whoosh.
The several employees in front of her couldn't help but smirk.
Zhao Ruolan frowned awkwardly and said, "You can go back to work first; we'll talk later."
"Yes, President Zhao."
