"700 million."
"600 million."
The others mentioned their bottom lines.
Chen Cheng nodded, his gaze finally resting on Wen Shulin.
As she faced the widest shortfall, and also due to the divorce, it was evidently very difficult for her to put forth the money.
But since everyone else had already expressed their stance, she couldn't refrain from revealing her chips, "I can put forth 1 billion."
Chen Cheng looked at her deeply, "Good, now we have gathered 7.8 billion in total, we are still short by 12.2 billion."
He stood up, walked to the whiteboard, and wrote down the names of all the institutions: CGG, LinkedIn, Red Mountain, Tao Fu, Antai, Pan Shi...
Everyone watched him, wondering what Chen Cheng was about to do.
After he finished writing the names of the nine institutions, he swung his arm and drew a circle, encompassing everyone's names inside it.
"7.8 billion is just our first step in self-rescue."
