I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!

"At this point, people’s hearts are scattered, and even if you manage to win them over, it might not amount to anything. Your profit margins are just too low!"

The words sounded beautiful. Had I not guessed ahead, I surely would’ve been overwhelmed with gratitude.

Kang Yue knew how to play her part, starting with a long sigh and speaking in a helpless tone, "What can we do? You know, Mr. Zhao has clawed his way up. He always feels that as long as everyone’s fed, he’s the shit. Thinks someday, he’ll be able to call the shots with a beckon of his hand.

It’s...forget it, I’m just here to convey leadership’s thoughts. I never intended to actually integrate the capital. Heh, don’t report me."

"Haha, given your innocence, tell me, how much money does Mr. Zhao need?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Dong gave a thumbs up right away. Women are truly poisonous.

With a proud toss of her head, Kang Yue continued to set the trap for Yang Guicheng, "You might not know, but in Binhai we still have a patch of wasteland. To fill the funding gap, we need at least five hundred million."

Shen Dong was, of course, taken aback by the sum and held up three fingers, waving them at Kang Yue.

Unexpectedly, Kang Yue suddenly cooed, "Well, eight hundred million would be even better; then I could build a three-story house back in my hometown. Sigh, Mr. Yang, are your folks from the countryside?"

"Big Bro," Shen Dong reached out to Zhou Wenbin for two cigarettes and handed one to Zhou Chengyu, "What do you think, can we tolerate someone holding a knife to our necks?"

"Definitely not," Zhou Chengyu replied without hesitation, though his eyes were filled with worry, "but for now, they’re still backing us up."