Concerned about his future safety, Khodorkovsky walked in.
He sat down directly across from Wang Ye, his brows furrowed as if he was pondering something.
Wang Ye remained silent too.
The room was quiet.
After a while, Khodorkovsky reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a wallet. He took out a piece of paper and pushed it toward Wang Ye.
He said earnestly:
"Wang Ye, I am grateful that you saved my life today, and I don't know how I can repay you.
Moreover, I'm sorry for dragging you into this messy conflict.
Now you have two choices.
This is a blank cheque, you can fill in any amount you want, then take the money and go back to China!
Or you can become the president of the New Sun Group, I will give you twenty percent of the shares!"
Wang Ye glanced at the blank cheque on the table, then looked up at Khodorkovsky. His mind was racing, weighing the pros and cons of the two choices!
Maybe, choosing the cheque is the right decision...
