Yun Changqing was in the VIP ward of Jiangling Hospital, having survived a heart attack last night. The doctors barely managed to save him.
As soon as he regained consciousness, his descendants rushed into the room and began to wail and complain. The room was so packed that even the nurse could not come in.
"You're finally awake, Father. What should we do? You have to help us."
"Yes, Grandfather. More than a hundred people are waiting for you to make a decision. You can't abandon us…"
After all the investors of Yun Group had withdrawn their funds, their business partners terminated their contracts, the construction projects were stopped, and the share prices bottomed out. Several major banks had been calling them since the morning to ask for debts, and many of their rivals were waiting to claim whatever was left of them.
It would not take long before the Yun Group would be declared bankrupt.
Those descendants only knew how to enjoy themselves, and they never had to work for a day in their lives. They thought it was the end of the world.
"Useless! All of you are useless!" Yun Changqing was so angry that he could not stop coughing, and his fingers trembled.
"All of you act like you're all high and mighty, but now that the family is in trouble, you all become useless crybabies! The generational family business is ruined in your hands! What am I going to say to our ancestors?" Yun Changqing said regretfully.
The Yun family descendants were crying and sobbing. They did not know what to do.
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