An Ziqi lowered her gaze to look at the documents in her hand, clearly aware of the stakes involved.
After contemplating, she spoke, "I understand. Leave this matter to me to handle."
She paused and then looked up, "How much funds do we still have on the company's books?"
Tang Xiaoqi let out a sigh, helplessly saying, "In fact, the company currently has virtually no liquid assets. The only profitable Hotel Department has invested all of its funds into the stock market in an effort to stabilize the stock price. However, the stock market's fluctuations recently have trapped most of our funds in it. We simply can't come up with any money for cash flow now."
"How much funding does the Real Estate Department need to continue operations?"
"At least one hundred million."
An Ziqi pursed her lips, stood up, went to the side to get her handbag, and took out two bank cards from which she told Tang Xiaoqi the passwords.
