Zhang Cheng rubbed his forehead, showing a hint of helplessness.
Yi Hong cleared his throat lightly, adjusted his collar, and asked seriously, "Where's the letter of intent for financing?"
"...Here." Zhang Cheng handed it to him.
Just as before, Yi Hong handed it over to Shen Wan, who quickly scanned through it, only pausing briefly when she reached the amount.
Ten million.
Yi Hong couldn't quite read her thoughts, so he decided to be straightforward. "This amount was discussed and agreed upon earlier. If you're not satisfied, we can negotiate..."
"No need, this is fine." Shen Wan signed with her pen, closing the document with a crisp sound. She then looked at Yi Hong and smiled, saying, "They say there's no business without being a bit cunning. Mr. Yi, you seem to be a breath of fresh air."
