Everyone was suddenly dumbfounded, and Zhao Tao said awkwardly, "Then... what are we going to do about this..."
At this moment, Zhao Xuefen, the great aunt, and others were standing at the door. Listening to the conversation inside, they all felt a kind of madness overtaking them.
Fifty million, how did it become a hot potato? You don't want it, I don't want it, what's going on? With so much money, you're even starting to be polite to each other?
"How about we do this..." Ying'er suddenly spoke up, "Fifty million, it's neither too much nor too little, enough to start a company. Su Yang, you've got a few projects lately, right? Use this money to set up a company and go ahead with your projects. Later on, you and Zhao Tao can both be shareholders, you take fifty-one percent of the shares, and Zhao Tao takes the rest. Wouldn't that be fine?"
Su Yang couldn't help but smile. Ying'er indeed came from a prominent family; her way of thinking was really different from theirs.
