Seeing Pei Qian's face drained of all color—without any sign of approval or satisfaction, Ma Yang suddenly felt lost.
"Brother Qian, you're not mad at me for spending too much money, are you? Do you think that it's not worth investing so much in such a small company overseas?"
Pei Qian was speechless. "…"
Looking into Old Ma's sincere eyes, Pei Qian felt speechless.
How should I put this…?
Pei Qian had been the one who told Old Ma to act when he saw the chance to and not to hesitate.
Pei Qian had also been the one who told Old Ma to invest in whatever he liked.
Playing Gods Rising with friends was one of Old Ma's few hobbies. Since Old Ma failed to invest in Gods Rising, he had no choice but to back off and look for similar games companies overseas to invest in. What's more, he threw all twenty million yuan into that one company.
In more ways than one, Old Ma had just been doing what Pei Qian had told him to do.
