Chen Yuying, who was working on documents, looked up at Xu Kai.
"What's the matter?"
"I think offering a price of 13 million is completely ridiculous." Xu Kai said indignantly:
"Besides, his analysis makes no sense at all. It's purely subjective conjecture, absolutely unreasonable. We mustn't listen to him."
Chen Yuying pushed up her glasses and put down her pen.
"Then tell me your thoughts, how can we secure this piece of land?"
"From my internship experience in big factories, although the location of the flour mill isn't ideal, its area and facilities make up for this disadvantage. It's definitely very desirable. If we delay a few days, it might be snatched away. Also..."
Pausing, Xu Kai continued:
"He previously said that the person called President Zhang was a stooge brought by Ma Wenbo. I think this is nonsense. This is reality, not a novel. He's just being ridiculous!"
"So your idea is to spend 21 million to buy that land?"
