This is undoubtedly bad news. Even though Cheng had anticipated there might be issues with Achilles' "gift," he had underestimated Achilles' tactics.
This guy was really ruthless, essentially sucking the marrow from the bones of his own companies.
Sucking the marrow, draining profitable projects of West State Logistics dry, to the point where they couldn't even pay off a single debt.
Leaning back in his chair, Cheng Daqi's fingers gently pried at the edge of the desk, his head tilted back.
He was contemplating, contemplating how to clean up this mess.
Infusing capital was the simplest solution, breaking the vicious cycle of West State's financial distress with cash flow.
But Cheng himself was in a situation where his cash was running dry.
Yes, he still had money, the earnings from his own business deals, the money from Lao Jia, the funds in his MAS account, etc., he still had money.
