Ning Bingcai's words had made the entire conference room fall silent.
Clearly, everything had been prepared in advance.
The other party did not raise the price.
Nor did they seize the opportunity to transfer.
But their real objective turned out to be that plot of land in the western suburbs.
"That land was originally intended for building a new warehouse."
Ning Mengyao furrowed her brows, looking at the contract on the table.
She clearly remembered that the land was a reserve area of over a thousand acres.
At the beginning of this year, there had been plans to build a storage and logistics park there.
Only because the road construction had not been completed as scheduled was it put on hold.
"Exactly, Mr. Ning truly has an eye for detail. The market value of that dilapidated plot is only about 3.5 billion, roughly equal to the stocks we estimated in our hands. Since the company won't use it for now, it might as well be directly swapped for the stocks."
