Shanghai suburbs.
In a twenty-story office building conference room packed with cardboard boxes, a Caucasian man with a large nose sat at the conference table, across from Li Tinghui. They seemed to be quietly waiting for something.
The clock on the wall hit the hour mark, making a click sound.
It was almost like this sound interrupted Li Tinghui's train of thought, startling him.
He took a deep breath and placed the contract on the table.
"Apologies, but I can't accept your proposal."
This was an acquisition contract, not for Beep Beep Charging, but for himself.
Bobby's offer was quite attractive.
He did his best to sell 60% of his shares to Star Sky Technology for 10 million yuan, but now Tesla was willing to buy the remaining 40% for 10 million.
And if he agreed, this 10 million yuan would go into his own pocket.
