Who knew they would have thoughts of a takeover. Although he really wanted to swallow it.
"Brother, I didn't. You know what I'm capable of, those people just misunderstood me. Just give me two hundred thousand first, just two hundred thousand, I won't ask for more." He needed twenty thousand for the journalist, the rest was his pocket money. No matter what, he couldn't let himself suffer.
The plan was loud, but this time Eldest Young Master Li wasn't listening.
Usually, Eldest Young Master Li was generous with money and could help solve problems, but meddling with the company was a signal of invasion on his turf, hitting the bottom line—he had to give a lesson.
