"I'll call Zhang Qiuxue again to see if she can sell any more shares," Yang Tiancheng's eyes flickered.
"Yes, yes, as long as Zhang Qiuxue is willing to sell more shares, we still have room to maneuver," Yang Jingsheng nodded repeatedly, "Dad, call her quickly."
Without saying much more, Yang Tiancheng dialed Zhang Qiuxue's number again.
"President Yang, what else do you need?" Zhang Qiuxue asked.
"President Zhang, I wanted to ask if you are still willing to sell shares, we are still willing to invest," Yang Tiancheng asked.
"I'm sorry, I was looking to raise ten billion, and I've got that now, so I don't need to sell any more shares," Zhang Qiuxue replied indifferently.
"President Zhang, I'm not asking for much, even five percent will do, I'm willing to pay a ten percent premium, what do you think?" Yang Tiancheng was unwilling to give up.
"Sorry, not selling."
With that, Zhang Qiuxue hung up the phone.
