"Honey, you're so good to me." Qiu Xuan felt a thousand times grateful in her heart.
It wasn't just because of the tender words her husband had spoken, but also the fact that he had agreed to come fetch their daughter without a single word of complaint, setting aside his other work to travel with her and handle the formalities.
"What silly things you're saying," Wang Xinmin said with a smile.
After explaining to Qiu Xuan, Wang Xinmin's expression became serious again.
He quietly asked the accountant behind him, "How much profit margin do we have left if we go above this price?"
"Only less than ten percent left, President Wang."
Wang Xinmin hesitated for a moment, then indicated a number to the accountant: "Bid twice more when it's at this number."
If possible, Wang Xinmin still wanted to win the land.
"Understood, President Wang."
Getting the message from Wang Xinmin, the accountant paid close attention to the proceedings, ready to bid again at a moment's notice.
