Three minutes later, his furrowed brows relaxed.
"Chairman, it has indeed been resolved," the technical manager said respectfully.
Fang Xuelin heaved a sigh of relief. "Alright, give him 10 million yuan."
Yu Bei's gaze was sharp. "Chairman Fang, you said 15 million yuan. Is that fake?"
Fang Xuelin looked troubled. "Recently, the company has been nervous. 15 million yuan. There's really no way to take it out."
Yu Bei smiled. "Since I have the ability to solve it for you, I can also restore it to its original state. Chairman Fang, you can choose for yourself."
Fang Xuelin's expression froze. He did not expect it to be like this.
The technical manager was very nervous. He advised in a low voice, "Chairman, the other party is very strong. We can't provoke him."
No matter how much Fang Xuelin felt pained, he could only reluctantly agree. "Okay, 15 million."
