The assistant had barely finished speaking.
Fang Qin looked at Ye Rou.
Then she swept her gaze over the directors present.
Oh, no—the former directors.
"President Ye, we can sign the contract right now. Once it's signed, the funds will arrive in the account within ten minutes!"
Fang Qin's words were like a massive stone.
Thrown into a stagnant lake.
Sending ripples across its surface.
At once, some shareholders found it hard to believe.
Could a venture capital firm that had only been established recently really produce that much money at once?
"Anyone can talk big!"
"If you think you can trick us into reinvesting like this, then you're dreaming!"
"Exactly. How could a company that was only founded recently have so much money?"
"President Ye, there's really no need to put on this show!"
"President Ye, no matter how you act, our decision won't change!"
Hearing the former shareholders' mockery,
Ye Rou had yet to speak.
When Fang Qin slammed her hand heavily against the table.
"Stay or leave, no one is stopping you. Head out, turn right, and take the elevator!"
"A show? Do you have any idea our chairman has another talent?"
"He's the Stock God of the Xia Kingdom!"
"Forget 300 billion—even 500 billion would be no problem!"
After hearing Fang Qin's domineering words,
everyone present froze.
They were not shocked by Xiao Bei's ability to make money.
They were shocked by Fang Qin's bearing and words just now.
What had they heard? The chairman could provide the money?
Did that mean...
Xiao Bei was still alive?
Thinking of this, some clear-headed shareholders
immediately had a bad feeling.
That was, this time, the Xiao Family—or rather, Ye Rou—had deliberately shown weakness first.
They wanted to see the shareholders' attitudes.
Then take back their shares?
More than