"Dad, what exactly is Xiao Ming selling in his gourd?"
In the Zhou Family's provincial seat, Zhou Qingyuan asked while massaging his father's shoulders.
"Clearly," Zhou Jicang said, "after acquiring Dabang's shares, Ruiye's accounts were depleted of funds. That kid is trying to catch a wolf with empty hands."
Zhou Qingyuan thought for a moment and said, "I can understand that, but where does he stand to win? If he loses, wouldn't that just add frost to the snow?"
"No, you've forgotten a very important detail."
"What?"
"The deadline for the bet agreement is one month from now."
Zhou Qingyuan was stunned, then soon had an epiphany, "He's stalling!
Dabang's stock prices are plummeting. Without a substantial cash injection, they could soon fall to being worthless.
And having just spent over a hundred million to acquire Dabang, he certainly won't just watch that money go down the drain.
