Su Han picked up Qiao Yushan's shattered phone and walked over. The two men immediately stopped him, preventing him from getting close to Qiao Yushan.
"And you are?" Teng Fei looked at Su Han, slightly frowning, "You say nineteen, do you have the authority to decide?"
Su Han turned his head to glance at him, "If I say nineteen, then it's nineteen. President Qiao won't have any objections."
"You're not joking, are you?" Teng Fei couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Su Han's face gradually darkened, "It was you who started the joke."
Just as a smile had appeared on Teng Fei's face, it instantly froze. Su Han continued, "You misunderstood. The nineteen I mentioned isn't the profit-sharing ratio you were discussing. What I mean is this broken phone, 1.9 million. Pay up, and you can get lost."
As soon as Su Han finished speaking, the smile on Teng Fei's face stiffened, turning into furious embarrassment, "You dare to play me!"
