They would not make any rash decisions because everything was already clear to them.
This was not an auction, but rather a "slaughter" they had planned in advance.
It's even hard to say if they hadn't met privately before gathering...
"Mr. Chen, Mr. Zhao, do you feel the same way?"
Yang Liping took a deep breath and looked at the other two who hadn't spoken.
These two were the investors she had brought in through personal connections, and they were the ones she had the highest expectations for today.
Both opened their mouths, and though their words were tactful, the implication leaned towards agreeing with Huo Chengrui's opinion, which undoubtedly threw a bucket of cold water on Yang Liping again.
As an artist by birth, she always had a bit of naive delusion; now she realized, in the face of absolute interests, what good were connections?
"Ms. Yang, there are still two others you haven't asked."
Xia Xiwei smiled and reminded her.
