Zhang Chenggong rubbed his hands together; the 26% of shares felt to him like cutting flesh from his own body.
If the price was too high, Chu Ge would certainly be unwilling, and he didn't have the guts for that.
If the price was too low, he would be reluctant to let go. At this moment, Zhang Chenggong was in a dilemma, uncertain about what choice to make.
Chu Ge was not in a hurry at this moment. Moreover, such negotiations required a process, so watching Zhang Chenggong struggle, he smiled and said, "Doctor Zhang does not need to rush for an answer. You can go back and think about it first."
Zhang Chenggong smiled, gratefully glancing at Chu Ge. This major issue indeed couldn't just be resolved on the spur of the moment.
The two chatted a bit more about work and then prepared to have dinner.
At this time, a luxurious and cool Maybach pulled up at the entrance, alongside a row of black-clad bodyguards standing solemnly in two rows with hands behind their backs.
