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Thinking about how the other party still owed him 60 million, Shen Fu suddenly perked up, wanting to assert the authority of a creditor.
But Mrs. Bai simply slammed her phone down on the table. "The US stock market hasn't closed yet, and I've already made you 8 million. If you want to back out now, I can make it happen."
Shen Fu wasn't some country bumpkin who had never seen money; he had sold intellectual property rights for tens of millions on several occasions.
However, he only had five books to his name, with just a few valuable rights for each, and with the buyers dwindling and the film industry in a slump, the remaining rights weren't so easy to sell anymore.
So, seeing Bai Jiaoyue making 8 million in just two or three days, no, including her own earnings, it should be 20 million!
Shen Fu couldn't help but sigh with admiration, financial capitalists are awesome—I'm definitely just cut out to be a worker!
