No need to do anything else, because with just a gust of wind, you can ride it and take off.
Cheng Zhu thought about it and felt the timing was about ripe.
He spoke solemnly about the purpose of his call, "I think it's time to initiate the plan we've devised."
"Good." Wang Yunan had been waiting for this day for a long time.
...
...
In Shen City, at Shendu Capital.
Chen Yue, who hadn't slept for several days, arrived with immaculate makeup to meet with Zhao Long.
As an investor, Zhao Long was very dissatisfied with Yue Tea's performance over the past two quarters.
While Youu Tea dared to shout slogans about their valuation breaking ten billion next year, Yue Tea's estimation for next year was hanging in suspense at even three billion!
And Cheng Zhu had sounded the horn for a price war of a different kind, making Zhao Long a bit anxious.
Price wars often meant burning cash.
But whose money is being burned?
Of course, it's the fucking money of our venture capital firms!
