"So, I'm now publicly asking all of you for funding."
The moment Chen Hao made that announcement, a flurry of discussion erupted throughout the venue.
Among the big shots present, there were indeed quite a few angel investors. It was entirely possible for them to casually put up hundreds of millions, or even billions, for an investment.
He had assumed that the Electric Crystal battery's flawless, almost absurdly outstanding performance would tempt at least some of these old foxes.
What Chen Hao had not expected, however, was that despite all the discussion, not a single person stood up to speak.
As though he had anticipated this move, Uncle Fu shook his head and chuckled. "Listen, young Chen. Do you have any idea how big the hole in the Dihao Group's funding chain is? Do you think this is some restaurant transfer, where finding a sucker to take it off your hands will solve everything? Ridiculous."
Ma Xianwu chimed in. "And don't take everyone here for fools. With the Dihao Group in its current state, do you really think one lousy battery can solve your problems?"
Chen Hao was no fool, either. Seeing the pair play off each other, he had already guessed that they had gotten to most of the people in the audience beforehand.
If anyone dared step forward to invest, they would join forces against that person. Forget getting a share of the Dihao Group's profits—it would be a question of whether their own company could even keep operating in Zhonghai City.
Under that sort of pressure, any company with a little sense would never walk into certain death.
After two full minutes passed without anyone standing up to speak, Chen Hao sighed and began chuckling to himself.
Watching Chen Hao inexplicably laugh onstage, Liu Yan felt a