Zhao Yueshan's face darkened as he hadn't expected his spendthrift son to have already bragged about such a bold claim.
Actually, Zhao Yueshan had more than a billion in liquid funds available, otherwise, he wouldn't have previously discussed investing in the company with Huang Dazhong.
But he was pained by it, this was 70 million!
It felt like an absolute disaster!
"Mr. Yang, you're not exactly short of money..."
"I need money!"
Yang Hao didn't wait for Zhao Yueshan to finish speaking, and immediately threw his words right back at him.
"Er..."
Zhao Yueshan was taken aback for a moment but still pressed on, "Mr. Yang, I know you're mainly holding in a lot of anger. How about this—later on, I'll have them kneel in a row and you can hit them as much as you like until you feel better, then have them kowtow and apologize to Mr. Yang!"
"Then, regarding the money, could you possibly take less? If I take out 70 million all at once, my company won't be able to operate normally."
