Upon hearing this, Young Master Qin's mouth twisted into a sneer, and he sarcastically said, "Zhang Dequan, what bullshit are you spouting? Who doesn't know that your Hui Qing is about to go bankrupt? Where are you going to find twenty million to pay me back?"
"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. If you're willing to transfer Hui Qing to me, consider the debt you owe me canceled, and I'll even throw in an extra five million for you. How about it?"
"No, that's absolutely impossible!" Zhang Dequan rejected the offer without a second thought.
Hui Qing Pharmaceutical Factory was the result of half a lifetime of their hard work. They had weathered many storms over the years—how could they possibly sell it off so easily?
Young Master Qin's gaze turned cold as he pulled out a promissory note, "This is the IOU for the money Zhang Guoqing borrowed—twenty million with a term of two months, and the interest is eight million."
