Wang Bo felt thoroughly humiliated, but then he came up with an idea.
"Hanning, I think President Jiang should do the same as you and call a few more times. He's the Asian Richest Man, after all. Calling just once would be too easy."
Wang Bo egged him on, and Gao He and Da Chao Wei immediately chimed in.
They had agreed yesterday that, as long as they got the chance, they had to make fun of him!
The audience loved stirring things up, so they all voiced their agreement from below the stage.
For a moment, Wang Han didn't know whether he should agree or not.
Jiang Siming didn't waste time arguing. He simply picked up his phone again and called Wang Ou.
"Hello? Is something wrong?" Wang Ou's delighted voice came from the other end.
She was both surprised and happy that Jiang Siming had taken the initiative to call her.
The two of them usually had no contact. Perhaps only at some award ceremony or when they happened to run into each other would Jiang Siming feel inclined to turn his attention toward her.
Jiang Siming was also afraid that saying too much might expose their relationship, so he said very seriously, "I need thirty million yuan right now. Could you lend it to me?"
"Of course. But I recently invested in a movie, so I might not have that much cash on hand. Do you need it urgently? If you do, I'll immediately sell a small villa I own in Kyoto." Wang Ou spoke earnestly.
Every man listening wore a polite "fake smile." Was this the legendary case of someone who could make a living off his looks but insisted on relying on his talent instead?
Jiang Siming had that kind of ability. He could borrow