If you have the big senior rice with you, you naturally need not say much about the benefits.

If it weren't for this consideration, Brother Yu would have to be worth another 500 million yuan.

It’s not that half of the famous ones are water.

But Brother Yu knew in his heart that they were in trouble now and needed money to solve the problem!

Dami naturally refused to agree to Qin Yu's conditions.

But he bit him to death, either the shares or the valuation.

It is impossible to occupy both ends, which makes the rice a little helpless.

"Mr. Qin, I can't explain to the shareholders in this way." Dami changed her seat and sat next to Qin Yu.

The tone is slim and a bit pitiful and delicate.

Is this a beauty trick?

Brother Yu smiled in his heart, and naturally he would not refuse such things.

However, I want to make Brother Yu give in just a mouth.

I'm afraid it's a bit too difficult...

After more than half an hour of soft grinding, Dami's throat said she had dried up.

Qin Yu still had the same attitude as before.

15% of the shares, or valuation of 4 billion yuan.

The rice was holding a teacup, sipped in a small sip of hot tea to moisten the dry throat, and looked at him with resentment.

"Aren't young people nowadays very gentlemen?"

"A gentleman is a gentleman, and business is a business!"

Qin Yu changed his angle and sat sideways at her: "How about selling your shares to me, the valuation of 5.5 billion..."

"You raise me?" Dami gave him a blank look.

"I will support you!" Qin Yu nodded and responded.

"..." The rice man was stunned.

Why did it suddenly become a crooked house? Aren’t you talking about business?

...

...

"A valuation of 5.5 billion is impossible. I will give up to 5 billion or 15 shares."

Qin Yu looked at him seriously with his expression and tapped his fingers on the table: "This is for the sake of your face, Sister Mi, you and Anadi."

"Don't." Dami said with a resentful look: "I don't have any face."

After saying so much, my throat was sore, but I didn't see him letting go.

This is also called having face!

Humph, man.

It turns out that they are all fond of the new and old.

Young people are the best, right?

Clam ~

During the stalemate of the atmosphere, someone knocked on the door to interrupt the conversation.

Mr. Fu stood at the door and apologized: "Sorry, I'll look for Mr. Mi."

"What's wrong?" Dami's eyebrows frowned, and she felt a bad premonition.

"Well, Mr. Mi, you'd better come out."

Dami asked Qin Yu to wait and walk out of the office.

"Here comes again, Mr. Mi..."

"Didn't you say it, how many days will you wait?"

"He is making a fuss, go and have a look!"

“…Okay, I…”

The door closed and the sound went away.

It seemed that Mingyang had a headache, and his fingers were tapping on the paint surface.

Brother Yu is considering whether to join in the fun!
Chapter completed!