Even Kim Dashan, with her strong psychological resilience, found Yang Hao's request somewhat unbearable.
However, Kim Dashan didn't fly off the handle immediately. Instead, she squeezed out a faint smile and said to Yang Hao, "Mr... Mr. Yang..."
"Don't joke around!"
"No, no, no... I'm not!" Feeling the body in her arms stiffen, Yang Hao shook his head directly and spoke very earnestly, "Your Chrysler Arms Group is worth just under a hundred billion right now."
"Let's just say it's a hundred billion!"
"After all, there's unrest in your area at the moment, which is the prime time for the military-industrial complex."
"If you can persuade your family's decision-makers to negotiate a partnership with me using shares as financing collateral..."
"Then I would indeed like to have a serious discussion with you..."
Saying this, Yang Hao's arm, pinned underneath the weight of Kim Dashan, moved unconsciously.
Yang Hao's intention was crystal clear.
