A chill surged from his feet to the top of his head in an instant, and Zheng Guodong felt like his blood had frozen for a moment.
Six point eight billion, this was the "sincere price" set after an urgent high-level meeting of the group, filled with a sense of painful sacrifice and awe of the unknown. He had only learned this number from an encrypted phone call last night, and to prevent any leaks, he hadn't even mentioned it to his assistant.
But now, without even seeing Yan Yueqing in person, he was blocked with a casual "we won't talk for anything less than seventy billion."
This can't just be described as "precise foreknowledge"!
This is simply... knowing everything!
It's as if she herself had been sitting in that heavily-guarded emergency meeting room of Blue Sea Heavy Industry, hearing President Qin make the decision herself!
