Nian Fengyan had always thought that he was a prodigal, and a prodigal who had reached a certain level-a serious, conscientious, and hardworking prodigal.
However, after hearing Liu Qing's declaration, he realized that he was not qualified to be a prodigal.
That was the real prodigal!
He didn't know how much he would need to invest in total. He had to stock up 50 million yuan just for one melt blown cloth.
Masks could not be made with just a melt blown cloth. There were other materials.
They also had to build a new warehouse, add more staff, and add more machines.
Any of these would cost a lot of money.
Even 100 million yuan wouldn't be enough for him to spend like this.
In comparison, Nian Fengyan felt that he was simply a model of thrift.
He suddenly felt a little regretful. If he had known that this big brother was so passionate about the mask factory, why would he lower the price? No matter what, he had to add a few million before selling it!
