An Rongrong's father, upon hearing the words of the young man from the USA, remembered the man standing before him was the son of the top consortium in New York, ranking among the top five in the USA.
For him, one and a half billion US dollars wasn't considered a lot, and the contract he was planning to discuss today wasn't a minor one of one or two billion or even eight or ten billion, but a massive contract worth a hundred billion US dollars.
If it really went through, his company would then truly enter the ranks of top-tier companies in the USA.
Thinking this, An Rongrong's father threw the cheque he had in his hand to Chu Feng and said, "What was said that day was merely a jest. I never took it seriously, and moreover, how can my daughter's happiness be measured with money? I am her father, and I am responsible for her happiness."
