"Mr. Ma, why not discuss with Director Tang? Eight hundred million dollars, ten percent."
"Yeah, fifteen billion is too expensive."
"Nine hundred million could also be considered."
"..."
At this moment.
Ma Yun's mobile phone vibrated. Lowering his head to glance at it, his eyes suddenly widened. He recalled the dialogue between Tang Qing and the ICBC president at Davos, and glanced at the two hesitant major shareholders.
He shook his head.
If it weren't for his efforts, Tang Qing probably wouldn't have sold Ali the stocks of Hummingbird. Here they are squabbling, while Tang Qing has been steadily moving forward.
And they're still treading in place.
Tang Qing isn't short of money.
Do you understand?
"Everyone." Ma Yun tapped the table twice.
The others turned to look.
