"President, we absolutely cannot agree to this condition!"
Wen Xinyao was panicked. Normally, as a secretary, she shouldn't have spoken out during business negotiations, but if Su Yufei agreed to Jiang Xiaobai's terms, it would be tantamount to signing an unequal treaty, a national humiliation—handing over sovereignty to Jiang Xiaobai on a platter.
Jiang Xiaobai's demand was outrageous; if possible, Su Yufei would rather pay Jiang Xiaobai ten billion in patent transfer fees than give him so many shares.
"I'm not in a hurry anyway. If you haven't thought it through, you can go back and think it over," Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile.
"Jiang Xiaobai, your appetite is too big. Sixty percent of the shares is too much. If you're willing to cooperate, I can give you… forty-nine percent of the shares! That's the limit of what I can do."
