Yun Province, Shen Minglang was holding his mobile phone with the speakerphone on.
A breeze blew by, and his hair became increasingly disheveled in the wind.
"Damn it, I originally thought that the meeting with Tiancheng Capital, where my cousin was a minute late and had to add a hundred million, must be the pinnacle of his grandstanding."
"Little did I expect, little did I expect, you've pulled this shi*t again today!"
"Pulin Capital is offering you 1.6 billion, and you're still not eager to agree!"
"Alright, alright, alright!"
"Performing like this even before someone as big as Yue Dongyi, I really underestimated you, cousin!"
Shen Qingning, listening at the side, couldn't help but picture Cheng Zhu's unabashed face.
For some reason, she almost managed to mentally sketch out his expression at that time.
"But cousin, didn't you say that we needed to burn a billion at the baseline in 2015?" Shen Minglang was somewhat puzzled.
