Not long after Chen Jie had left, Song Yi was summoned to the office by Fu Shinian. Before Fu Shinian could speak, Song Yi took the initiative:
"The news from Song Zhengxian is that he wants to bid on a plot of land but lacks funds."
Fu Shinian couldn't help but look up at him:
"You know what I want to ask?"
Song Yi smiled slightly:
"Chen Jie must have only discussed Qin Nianwan with Mr. Fu, aside from her conversation."
Fu Shinian responded lightly:
"How big is the funding gap?"
"One billion."
"Land in H country is indeed cheap."
Song Yi: "..."
How come these words sounded so irritating? For someone like Mr. Fu, naturally, it was cheap, but for someone like Song Yi, a salaried worker, it might be an unachievable height in a lifetime.
"Is a market research needed?"
Fu Shinian glanced at him lightly: "Why conduct research? Do not waste that energy, the money in H country doesn't interest me."
Song Yi: "… Yes."
