Showing off?
Qian Yue felt extremely annoyed at being hit with such a Versailles-style retort, and he really wanted to fire back.
But thinking over what Jiang Siming had said, he had to admit that Jiang was not wrong.
Jiang Siming could afford to give up that 1%, but Qian Yue could not bear to lose his 3.6% stake. That 3.6% was everything he had—his lifeline.
Forget 3.6%; he would not be willing to throw away even 0.00036%.
As Anping Group's vice president, all he could do was admit defeat in front of Jiang Siming.
"President Jiang, please calm down. That wasn't what I meant."
But Jiang Siming ignored him and instead said to the girl still standing at the edge of the rooftop, "If you trust me, come with me."
The girl wiped her tears, decisively gave up on ending her life, and followed Jiang Siming downstairs.
"President Jiang, President Jiang, let's talk this out. Please don't leave us no way out." Qian Yue continued trying desperately to persuade him, his expression practically on the verge of tears.
Jiang Siming showed him no sympathy and merely said lightly, "If capital could truly do whatever it wanted, there would be no justice in this world. As the world's largest insurance company, Anping should ask itself, while making money, whether it has betrayed the conscience of its customers."
Then Jiang Siming said mockingly, "Come to think of it, it's rather funny. Anping is such a huge company that even without using those dirty tactics, its annual profits would still be astronomical. Yet some managers still refuse to be satisfied. Since your appetite is so big, why don't I help you 'shrink your stomach'?"
After saying that, Jiang Siming continued downstairs with Zhang Su, no matter how much Qian Yue tried to