Kentarou extended a finger, "One hundred percent higher than your initial acquisition price."
Chen Cheng quietly calculated in his heart. This price was indeed tempting; others might have already accepted this sugar-coated bullet by now.
But, after all, Chen Cheng was Chen Cheng.
For him, money was the most useless thing.
"A hundred percent increase is indeed sincere. However..."
He deliberately dragged out the tail end of his sentence, his gaze sweeping over the seven women around him again, "I, as a person, value not only friends but also fate. If it's just a simple transaction, it would be too cold."
Kentarou's eyebrows raised, thinking he had caught Chen Cheng's hidden meaning, "Mr. Chen Cheng, isn't our fate right here?"
Chen Cheng waved his hand, "Ah, the fate I'm talking about means someone has already made an offer for the shares in my hands before you did."
"So, Mr. Sanji, we are fated, but not destined."
