The next day, Zheng Guodong, with a belly full of frustration and a boss's harsh scolding, forced himself to step once again into the somewhat simple yet invisibly pressured conference room of Sea Star Company.
The air seemed to have solidified, and even the salty breeze from the sea outside seemed a bit heavier.
He recalled reporting the astronomical figure of ten billion, where silence first fell on the other end of the phone, followed by the incredulous roar of the vice president—
"Ten billion?! Zheng Guodong, has your brain been soaked by the sea? Or has that woman surnamed Yan given you some kind of poison? She dares to ask for ten billion for land worth over eight hundred million? You actually brought this back to ask? Throw her out! Tell her either to accept our reasonable compensation or wait for the planning change, we'll start over elsewhere! If you don't have the guts, you'd better quit early!"
Those harsh words whipped at his heart like lashes.
