"Mr. Zhang, what did you just say? I must have heard it wrong."
"I was asking if your coal field is for sale?"
"No, I meant the sentence before that!" Oliver said.
"The sentence before?" Zhang Menglong paused for a moment, "This deal is rather big, I'm not sure if it should be brought up?"
"It shouldn't be!"
Inside the office, Oliver was overwhelmed. He had originally thought that Zhang Menglong was about to discuss a coal business deal with him. Their Bowen Coalfield had enormous reserves, enough for all of Australia to mine for over a hundred years, with an average holding of more than 1,500 tons per person. What kind of offer could they not handle?
But he had never imagined that Zhang Menglong would start off by wanting to buy his coalfield? Was this some kind of joke?
