"Mr. Lu, sorry to keep you waiting."
Mr. Wang knocked and entered, interrupting the conversation between the two. He was beaming, as if he'd found a new lease on life.
Lu Liang looked up and jokingly said, "Mr. Wang, did something good happen?"
Mr. Wang solemnly clasped his hands and said, "Thank you, Mr. Lu."
Although he looked like he was in his early fifties, he was actually 68, and his hormones had mostly stopped secreting.
Previously, his greatest regret was losing Vanke, and for the rest of his life, his hope was to regain it.
He had just spoken with Yu Liang, the representative from Shenzhen Railway at Vanke, and it seemed like Pan Guoqing had already reached out.
During the call, Yu Liang sounded as if he had a grip on his neck, his tone was unpleasant, but he didn't oppose the introduction of Tianxing Finance.
Moreover, he truthfully informed that Vanke currently had about 40 billion yuan available for use.
