"Ding-ling-ling..."
At this moment, Peng Ye's father's phone rang from his pocket, he glanced at the number, and swiftly answered it, his face immediately brimming with a smile, "Hello, is this President Zhan?"
"Old Peng, how are you coming along with the consideration?"
A middle-aged man's indifferent voice came through the phone.
Old Peng hurriedly said, "President Zhan, don't worry, I am working on persuading my son right now, there shouldn't be any big issues."
"Hmm, as long as your son agrees, I definitely won't let your family suffer,"
President Zhan indifferently said, "This time I'm giving Linna a dowry of twenty million in cash, plus a 300 square-meter villa at Golden Eagle Mansion and two Porsche Cayennes, all together it's worth almost fifty million."
"In the business aspect, I will also take good care of the Peng Family, next year's toy exports, the manufacturer will be your Peng Family!"
