Watching the confident Yang Hao before him, Balilev wasn't the least bit panicked.
He just poured himself a glass of the finest wine that had been allowed to breathe and, after taking a gentle sip, said to Yang Hao, "What you said is true."
"But as a saying goes in Hua Country, doesn't it say the higher the risk, the greater the reward?"
"After all, you should have some understanding of the profits in the defense industry."
"Clap, clap, clap..."
Hearing Balilev's last two sentences in broken Chinese, Yang Hao couldn't help but applaud him.
"That's right, Uncle!"
"The higher the risk, the greater the reward, no problem."
"But Uncle..."
"If at this point in time, I don't invest in your group."
"I think it won't be long before your company's commercial value..."
"Well, I need not say more!"
The match had just started, and Yang Hao and Balilev began to clash head-on.
Of course, Yang Hao was just putting on a show.
A few billion?
It was a mere trifle.
