The ten-billion-yuan minimum investment instantly shattered the silence in the hall.
Not only were many of the bosses stunned, but even the beautiful women attending the gathering in the back covered their mouths in shock. They had not expected Yang Jian, who looked so young sitting on the sofa, to open his mouth with such an enormous figure. Like singing, he had opened his mouth and said ten billion.
After the brief shock, many people began to frown and think.
Quite a few had come to this gathering just to test the waters. If it were ten or twenty million, they could give investing a try, treating it as a bit of fun. Even if they lost it, the loss would not be too great. But ten billion was not something they could approach with a casual attitude. Actually investing that much would affect their net worth. In more serious cases, it could even cause their companies to have operational problems or go bankrupt.
"Is this guy crazy, or does he really think ten billion is pocket change? He just throws it out there?" Some felt Yang Jian was too young, like a child who had no idea how much weight that number carried.
Others found Yang Jian rather amusing.
A few intimidating words and some projects they had never even seen, and he expected them to stake their fortunes on an investment?
Young man, he clearly thought society was too simple.
"Looks like you all think ten billion is a lot."
Yang Jian noticed the changes in many people's gazes and attitudes. He was not angry, merely saying coldly, "But do you know that, in the current market, the ten billion in your hands cannot even build a single safe house? If I remember correctly, gold is already beginning