"If you want to raise five hundred million solely through borrowing, even with me stepping in, it won't be easy. Everyone knows these days that lending money is easy, but getting it back is hard. And from what you're saying, five hundred million or one billion is only the initial capital." Han Lu picked up the teapot on the table and poured Zhang Heng a cup of Biluochun tea. "How much more are you planning to need afterward?"
"I'm not sure yet, but the total amount will most likely reach eight billion." Zhang Heng did not hide anything from Han Lu and answered truthfully.
An ordinary person might have gone weak at the knees upon hearing that number, but Han Lu was, after all, a renowned venture capitalist. Especially when she had worked at an international investment bank in her early years, she had seen financing deals involving even greater sums. So she did not look overly surprised. "It seems you've already figured out how you'll repay this money."
"Yeah, I do have a preliminary plan, but I'm not absolutely certain. And I've been busy lately, so I can't deal with it for the time being," Zhang Heng said.
When Zhang Heng had first asked Ding Si to post the trade offer, he had naturally considered how he would come up with such a massive sum. The B-grade items were only collateral; unless he had no other choice, Zhang Heng had no intention of actually using B-grade items to make the final payment.
But even for Zhang Heng, coming up with eight billion was by no means easy. Although he possessed the Time Stop Ability and could theoretically sneak into a bank vault without anyone noticing, he had to consider the serious consequences such an act could bring—massive public attention