"The offer from the other side is six hundred million, I have five hundred million here, I can give up to one billion one hundred million." The young man said deliberately, word by word.
Qianqian almost couldn't hold back her expression, one billion one hundred million? That's really not low, but she wasn't being that greedy either.
"Who wants to buy?" Qianqian asked, "You know, I have my principles. No matter how rich some people are, they shouldn't think they can buy things from me." Like Islanders, for example.
"It's an American Chinese." The young man said, with a certain determination on his face, "He's my benefactor."
Though they share the same ancestry, the same ancestors, that's not enough of a reason for Qianqian to sell to him.
"Hmm, and then? What's it to you?" Qianqian raised her eyebrow.
"Does it have any significance to say this?" The young man frowned tightly, clearly unwilling to say more.
