"Speak out! How much do you intend to pay?" Qian Dongcheng glanced at his grandson and asked lightly, as if he was inquiring about the price of a kilogram of pork.
Although Zhang Dadan knew that the Qian Family had immense business holdings and assets, he wasn't quite ready to open his mouth and forcibly demand anything.
After all, the ones being threatened and hurt by Qian Dongcheng were not themselves, they were just being opportunistic and taking advantage!
"Not much! Two million is just a start!" Zhang Dadan named what he thought was a reasonable price.
Two million? When Qian Dongcheng heard this number, he frowned. He thought that two million was not too much, but too little.
Zhang Dadan wasn't sure how deep he would go, fearing he couldn't pull out more money, or was he preparing to swallow an elephant and bite them one by one?
Was he a fool or a jackal? Qian Dongcheng felt uncertain for a moment and didn't know if he should proceed.
