After Wang Daoran was handcuffed, the cops didn't bother being polite. In no time they pushed him out of the office.
Standing at the office door, Wang Daoran still looked back inside reluctantly, then, with mixed feelings and heavy steps, walked down the corridor he knew best.
Click, click, click…
It was the sound of leather shoes on tile; once, when he was riding high, it sounded pleasing to the ear. Now it was grating.
Around five forty that afternoon, about eighty percent of the employees working in the Wang Mansion personally saw their chairman with a pair of silver handcuffs on his wrists, escorted out of the building by a swarm of police.
Most of the staff only glanced over before consciously shifting their gaze away. On instinct, they didn't dare—and didn't want—to watch this scene. Deep down, they even found it hard to believe.
The chairman who owned hundreds of billions in assets was taken down just like that?
