"Young Master Ying, Zhou Yuanchen won't be easy to handle. He rejected our first offer, saying it wasn't sincere."
After the discussion, Luo Bing immediately contacted Ying Lin in Hengzhou through a relay station in Haizhou.
After a delay of several minutes, Ying Lin finally received the message in the little red building.
Frowning, he asked:
"Even the Ying family's offer of 1.2 billion couldn't sway him? This is only the first round, after all. Once the contract is signed, if the partnership goes well, we can keep raising the offer.
No matter how talented someone is, there should still be a reasonable price. If they ask for the moon, no one will agree."
Yu Li, the current number-one contender in the Stellar Cup Youth Division, had already claimed a championship title.
After signing with Tomorrow Group, his first-round bid had only been around six billion.
This kind of bidding competition, similar to a "seed round," mostly served to show interest.
Only once both sides were considering or planning a partnership would the offers be raised in stages.
No matter how wealthy a corporate giant was, even if it sat on mountains of gold and seas of silver, it still wouldn't waste resources indiscriminately.
On the contrary, every genius's potential, growth prospects, and other abilities had to be quantified.
If they didn't meet the standards, or if the risks were too high, they would be dropped without hesitation.
Even if Ying Lin was willing to spend his entire fortune and throw money around recklessly, it was because he had no choice when dealing with Nanhuang Dojo.
He had to show the greatest respect to that elderly grandmaster, whose vital energy was failing and whose life was nearing its end!
"He probably thinks the offer of 1.2 billion didn't meet his