"Kid! You're still not giving up on 5 billion? People like you could never earn that much in a lifetime, yet you're asking me for a deadline? Ridiculous!" Zhou Jiajia's father scoffed, his face full of contempt.
"That's hard to say. Twenty days ago, I was a penniless worker, but now I'm a multimillionaire with assets of fifty million. So, anything is possible; tell me, what's the deadline?" Lin Yifan asked again.
He ignored the other party's sneer because this example was enough to prove everything.
Shocked by Lin Yifan's words, Zhou Jiajia's father began to see him as a potential stock with limitless possibilities. However, he had already made a promise to another powerful family, so he couldn't break his word; after pondering for a moment, he replied, "I'll give you nine months. If you can't earn 5 billion in nine months, don't blame us for not giving you a chance."
