Zhao Xinlian glanced at the contract and maintained her stance, "Ten billion? Is that how cheaply you regard the Anti-aging Cream formula in the eyes of Shima Group? If so, why bother coming to buy it at all?"
"President Zhao, what do you mean by that?" Yamada's displeasure was apparent, finding the situation more troublesome than he had anticipated.
He had thought that after knowing who he was and the power backing him, Zhao Xinlian would obediently sell the formula for the Anti-aging Cream and hand it over on a silver platter.
But to his surprise, this woman even dared to complain about the money offered being too little.
"It wouldn't matter if it were ten billion, a hundred billion, or even a trillion. I will never sell it. We both know very well that the value of the Anti-aging Cream is immeasurable; it's destined to take the world by storm!" Zhao Xinlian had this confidence, one hundred percent.
