In the conference room of Fox Capital, Little Fox sat haggardly in his chair.
After Fox Film spun off its movie business, it was renamed "Fox Capital," and many people believed this would usher in tremendous growth.
But who could have imagined that this might be its brightest moment since its birth? From then on, there was only an abyss.
Every shareholder who entered the conference room looked grim. The failure of their latest movie had left the company with no money on its books.
In other words, they could already file for bankruptcy.
Of course, if these shareholders were willing to give up some of their personal interests and put up a little money, they might still have a way out.
Once everyone had more or less arrived, Little Fox stood up and bowed deeply.
"Mr. Fox, bowing won't solve any problems. The failure at the box office has left the company with no way out."
"What you should do now is tell us how you plan to turn things around, not try to evade responsibility by bowing."
The accusation was extremely sharp. Little Fox straightened up and sat back down, looking even more haggard. "This is all my fault. To be honest, I don't have any way to quickly change the situation either."
"Of the company's assets, perhaps the only thing that still has some value is this shelter."
It was a shelter capable of housing thirty thousand people. Originally, Little Fox and Fox Capital had believed that it would definitely be filled to capacity.
As long as it was full, squeezing some wealth out of those people would have been easy, wouldn't it? Not to mention, they could have had them mine ore and sell it externally, ensuring the company's profitability.
But the problem was that the