Hou Shihong could clearly feel Han Yuanjun's gaze on him. He secretly shrunk his neck, wanting to lower his sense of existence.
However, Han Yuanjun didn't give Hou Shihong a chance. He tilted his head and looked straight at him. "Mr. Hou, no matter how bad the Moutai Group is doing now, you can still get two hundred million in cash, right?"
"No!" Hou Shihong shook his head in fear, "our family's company hasn't received an order from a big customer for a long time, and the money in our fund is solely for the completion of the last project. I can't withdraw that much money."
"You couldn't do it?" Han Yuanjun shrugged his shoulders, "Forget it then. I can't withdraw the money, nor will you provide it either. At that time, if He Wuhan wants the money, we can only leave this matter to fate."
