"Just name your price."
He tried to steer the negotiations back on track, straight to the numbers.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Nian only leaned back in her chair and looked at him with a faint smile, as if he was a joke.
"You can't afford my price! What if I want 100 billion, one trillion yuan? Are you willing to pay?"
100 billion?
One trillion?
Mr. Zhou became exceptionally angry. He gritted his teeth and reminded her in a low voice, "I'm being sincere!"
It meant that Qiao Nian's number was too much of a joke.
The total market value of the Zhou family might be as much as Qiao Nian said, but everyone knew that market value was not equivalent to liquid funds.
No one could fork out so much money.
The girl wasn't well-behaved. She looked like an unreasonable person and didn't fall for his tricks. Instead, her gaze was penetrating.
