Shang Qian stood there, glanced indifferently for a week, still on the old man, with an indifferent tone

"That's right, it doesn't matter what your last name is, what matters is who owns it."

The old man snorted coldly, "Now the company's profits on the books are very ugly. I think tens of thousands of employees will lose their jobs. In order to save the company, I decided to suspend the shutdown and rectify the company's management."