Chapter 8: Not Much, 50 Million
Third Uncle Shi took over the conversation and said apologetically, "Well, we are all family here, so let's not beat around the bush. The company is launching a new project and we urgently need working capital..."
His voice trailed off; he rubbed his hands, licked his lips, and with fervent eyes, he continued, "Not much, just 50 million."
Not much, just 50 million.
Shi Lingyan seemed to smile as he once again took a cigarette out of the pack.
For a moment, no one could grasp what Shi Lingyan meant.
Shi Xuebai watched Shi Lingyan's expression, his heart pounding. He fished out a lighter from his pocket, shielded the flame with his hand to light Lingyan's cigarette, and cautiously pitched, "We're very confident about this project. If it succeeds, our Shi Family will certainly make a name for itself in Xia Country. Not only will Shi Mei be proud, but Mr. Shi, you'll also share the glory."
Shi Lingyan squinted, exhaled a cloud of smoke, and with a barely there curvature on his lips, glanced at him and casually replied, "Okay."
With those two words, the Shi Family was ecstatic.
Shi Yunchang felt something was amiss.