Winter had passed, but spring had yet to arrive. The previous night, a gust of chilling wind blew through and immediately froze the tender new growths outside Ming Garden walls to death, covered in an unlucky pale white.
Ming Qingda slightly closed his eyes.
He had long guessed that the other party would propose this. Furthermore, if he put aside the humiliation of his family having been manipulated, if Zhaoshang money house's owner actually owned a share of the Ming family and the two sides joined together, the funding would immediately become abundant. In the future, their growth would be unlimited…to the point they wouldn't even care about Dongyi and Taiping money house's attitude.
Ming Qingda's emotions calmed. After considering for a while, he said, "How much do you want?"
