Chu Mo raised his coffee cup and took a gentle sip. At this moment, his mind also began to race rapidly. The matter concerning Wu Yaoming, the eldest son of the Wu family, could not be dragged on indefinitely; otherwise, it would be like a time bomb by his side. It would be best to settle it early and put one's mind at ease.
As Chu Mo was seriously contemplating, the woman before him once again took out a contract. She gently placed it in front of Chu Mo, with eyes full of allure.
"Mr. Chu, this is a small token of our regard. I wonder if it meets your satisfaction."
The woman placed another contract before his eyes, and Chu Mo glanced over it, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Boeing 737.
80 million US dollars.
Converted into RMB, that's almost five hundred million.
This was a major gesture.
If Chu Mo initially thought that the helicopter was a gesture of Wu Yaoming's desire for reconciliation, then this private jet, worth nearly half a billion, was probably not so simple.
