I don't know why, but since yesterday evening, Sikong Jingqiu has been restless, as if there are millions of insects and ants gnawing on his chest, and he can neither sit nor lie down.
I lay on the bed and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
When the hour hand pointed to six, he could no longer lie down. He sat up with his arms raised, casually put on a coat, and with his own efforts, he sat in the wheelchair and went to the study.[
As soon as he entered the study, Sikong Jingqiu discovered that Mrs. Sikong was already inside.
She sat behind the desk, staring at the computer screen without blinking. Her hair was a little messy, her face was haggard, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked like she hadn't slept all night.
"Grandma? Didn't you sleep all night?"
"It's Jingqiu..." The old lady beat her sore neck tiredly and waved her grandson over, "Come over quickly and take a look, I just received this."
"What?" Sikong Jingqiu pushed the wheelchair over. After seeing the content of the email on the screen, he was stunned, "Who sent this to you?"
"An old friend of mine for many years."
Sikong Jingqiu took another look at the email and confirmed that the content above was indeed a commercial secret, and then asked, "Why would the senior management of Qinghe Group send you this kind of email? Why did Yi Zhentian suddenly want to transfer all the assets back?"
"
The email stated that Yi Zhentian held a video conference at seven o'clock last night and asked the top management of Qinghe Group to transfer all assets back to China within a week!
"You also find it strange, don't you?" Mrs. Sikong pointed at the screen and said, "At first, I thought Yi Zhentian wanted to use the money to buy our company's stocks, but when I think about it, it feels wrong. Now that Yi Zhentian has let go
I should have known that I would act immediately. If he wanted to acquire the shares of Beifeng Group, there would be no need to bother..."
"Grandma, I have an ominous premonition." Sikong Jingqiu said solemnly.