Yanjing, Marco Polo Hotel, inside the magnificent top-floor banquet hall.
A dozen or so well-dressed men and women clinked glasses, their faces flushed from the alcohol.
After finalizing the partnership, the smile on Little Ma's face grew even wider. In just one year, Pinbei's valuation had soared elevenfold.
In other words, his initial investment of three hundred million had now turned into 3.3 billion US dollars.
Chen Yansen set down his wine glass, leaned close to Little Ma's ear, and asked, "How are the financing talks between Penguin and Jingdong coming along?"
How were they coming along?
Ma Wenteng's expression froze. He sighed softly and cursed under his breath, "Liu Qiangdong just raised 400 million US dollars and immediately started playing for time. He hasn't accepted, but he hasn't rejected either."
'You're trying to force Handsome Dong to pick up your trash. Of course he's not happy about it!'
