Feng Shuo grew increasingly astonished as he listened. Despite Qin Sheng's apparent youth, she seemed to possess a depth of sophistication beyond her years. The light of renewed hope flickered in his eyes. Could Qin Sheng truly have the means to save his company?
However—
"Ms. Qin," Feng Shuo addressed her with a newfound respect. He straightened in his seat, his voice laden with gravity. "As you know, my company is in such dire straits that, even if we had billions, we could scarcely muster even a few hundred million."
"You will have it soon," Qin Sheng assured confidently.
Feng Shuo laughed. "Very well. If you can deliver on your promise and restore my company as you claim, I will agree to your terms."
Considering Qin Sheng's conditions, which involved a potential loss of three hundred million, he found them reasonable. If she could indeed save the company, even ten billion would be worth it.
