"Huh??" Jing Shu's mouth dropped open, her face a mask of question marks. What? Why on earth would he suddenly give her a 5% share? Good grief, she was already desperate to escape this inferno. Knowing West Mountain's fate yet being powerless to change it, how could she, in good conscience, accept these shares?
Watching from the side, Su Malie couldn't hide her envy. She pouted unhappily and said, "Uncle Qian, I know you're only saying this in front of me so I'll go home and tell my father you're more generous than he is. I definitely won't fall for your trick."
"Haha, you saw right through me, did you? This is just to let your father know that I, Mr. Qian, am not the miser he makes me out to be. Who knows, maybe when your father hears about this, he'll be prompted to give Jing Shu shares in the natural gas company," Qian Duoduo said cheerfully; this fundraising round had brought in materials he urgently needed.
