Lu Zhaoran choked on his words, his face turning unsightly. Massaging his brow, he tried to keep his patience and said, "Luoluo, you don't know how to run a company, and holding onto the shares will be of no use to you. How about this, I'll buy all your shares at a price five yuan lower than the market price, what do you think?"
Yan Luoxi's gaze, full of irony, fell upon Lu Zhaoran, and she grew increasingly doubtful about what she had seen in him in the first place.
Was it his true nature, or had she just never seen this shameless side of him?
"To buy out shares at a price five yuan lower than the market value, Lu Zhaoran, how could you have the nerve to say that?" Did he think she was stupid? It had always been about selling shares above the market price, she had never heard of selling below it.
