Mr. Cheng, have you had too much to drink?
Twenty billion?
Even if you packaged up Shanhaiguan and sold it, including MAS and all the other miscellaneous subsidiaries, all together they might only be worth two billion—and that's a generous estimate!
"Mr. Cheng, I... this is quite sudden, are you saying, you want to manufacture cars with Mr. Jia using the Faraday Future brand?"
Dong Zecheng's little heart really couldn't quite catch up.
"Pretty much!"
Cheng Daqi was still smiling, he even had the feeling of a big BOSS appearing from behind the scenes, informing the protagonists that everything before was just a pre-dinner game.
Yes, you've bravely made it to me, but the trials and tribulations you've experienced were all designed by me, with the purpose of making this meal all the more savory.
"Mr. Cheng... you... Lao Jia... he is a big scammer! Even Xu with his belts couldn't outplay him!"
Dong Zecheng was all too familiar with his old boss!
