Miao Qingqing gave a wry smile and said, "What I'm short of right now isn't a matter of tens of millions. A few days ago, Sister Xiaoru and I crunched the numbers, and at a conservative estimate, the shortfall is around two hundred and fifty million. If we go for a hostile takeover, there will certainly be a premium, so I'm afraid even three hundred million might not be enough."
"Three billion huh... That really is a bit much," muttered Song Xiaodong.
Song Xiaoru gave Song Xiaodong a look and said, "What did you think?"
Song Xiaodong cracked a smile again and said, "It's just three billion. I'll help you figure it out, just give me a week and I'll have it sorted."
Song Xiaoru's eyes widened and she asked, "You still have money?"
Song Xiaodong shook his head and said, "I think I have a few million in hand, not sure exactly how much."
Song Xiaoru gave Song Xiaodong a look and said, "A few million... We're short by three billion, what's a few million going to do?"
