Gao Diaomao forced a polite smile and shook hands with Lin, sighing, "Old Lin, we've been friends for years, so don't blame me for speaking harshly...
Look at you, your temper hasn't changed a bit, but your thinking is becoming outdated.
Is there something wrong with my company's management strategy?
After all these years, haven't the dividends already made your investment back? Hm? Why do you always have such a big issue with me?
Don't be at odds with anything, especially not with money!
If you really can't bear it, then transfer the shares to me, really, I'll buy them at a high price, and you can leave with the profits, part amicably..."
Lin glanced at him sideways, chuckled coldly, and asked, "High price? How high?"
"350 million, how about it?"
As expected, Gao Diaomao named a "high price" that was far below the actual value.
"Ha!"
Lin couldn't even be bothered to get angry, shaking his head, thinking: I'd rather sell the shares to Han Lie for 350 million and one.
