Chairman Fang wondered if he heard it wrong.
Before he entered, Chairman Fang had already been considering returning the fifty million.
Unexpectedly, Song Guanchao was willing to let him keep four million.
To him, this was the best outcome.
He looked at Chairman Fang with flickering, suspicious eyes, instinctively wanting to ask if he was serious.
The words were at the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back, suspecting Song Guanchao was deliberately trying to get him to speak.
Song Guanchao carefully observed his reaction and laughed, saying, "It is better to resolve a problem than to escalate it. I actually wanted to talk to you and clear up some misunderstanding. It's you who misunderstood me, causing the delay in meeting."
"Originally, at Monday's meeting, I planned to explain everything carefully, but who knew you would pull such a stunt."
Song Guanchao handed over a cigarette again: "Have a smoke, let's talk things through."
