"What's your name, Ye'er? What's your surname?" Ye Lang asked with a smile.
"My surname is Zhu. Zhu Ye'er!" the little girl replied.
"I can give you formulas and provide you with funds, but you can only put my money into businesses that lose money. The more you make me lose, the better—best if you lose every last coin!" Ye Lang said with a smile.
The whole room fell silent.
It was not only because of Ye Lang's miraculous Prodigal Son ways, but also because he had actually reached out to help this little girl called Xiao Zhuer. Usually, he could not care less about other people.
But apparently, Ye Lang did enjoy helping people, especially when it involved spending money. Seeing such a pitiful little Xiao Zhuer, it was only natural for him to lend her a hand. Besides, this help would also let him achieve his goal of squandering money, so why would he not be happy to do it?
"How did I not think of that? This way, Ye'er's businesses can be saved, and you can squander money too. Killing two birds with one stone!" Zhen Xiaoyan smacked her forehead and said regretfully. She regretted not thinking of it herself.
... Little Ye'er froze for a moment, then an excited smile quickly appeared on her face. "Fine, it's settled then. Can we discuss the details now?"
As long as someone was willing to cover those loss-making businesses, it was the same as injecting capital into them. Then she would no longer have to worry over them.
Over the past three years, she had already cut away quite a few such businesses. The ones left were those that could no longer be cut. If she had had the capital, she would not have cut some of the