"Tsk, tsk, tsk, a mere twenty million scared off the great young master of the Tao family?"
"Could the rumors be true? Tao Pharmaceuticals is having cash flow problems, now unable to come up with even twenty million?"
Seeing Tao Donglai remaining silent, Mo Han chuckled.
It wasn't that Mo Han was spouting nonsense; Tao Pharmaceuticals had indeed invested several billion into developing a new product "Brother Super No. 2," and online there had been questions about their financial stability.
Perhaps feeling that the fire wasn't hot enough, Mo Han glanced at the host and blurted out, "Host, stop that one-time, two-time, three-time business. Just hammer it down."
"Even the impressive young master Tao doesn't dare to bid against me, who else here has the guts?"
Every word was like a perfectly crafted pearl, turning Tao Donglai's face black as the bottom of a pot.
