"Two million."
"Oh, what, two million? You ripped him off too badly." Fan Shaoming's words seemed to sympathize with Director Zhang, but in reality, he was smiling with his eyes narrowed to slits. His wife was truly formidable—acquiring a 1.6% stake in Elite Talent School for just two million was enough to make others green with envy and vomit blood.
If it weren't for his wife, he himself would be green with envy to the point of vomiting blood.
"It wasn't me who ripped him off; my plan was to acquire it for one hundred and twenty million, but Director Zhang himself offered to do it for two million," Su Xiaoyue explained with a light smile. Fan Shaoming nodded, "Wife, as a director of Elite, he must be fully aware of the worth of Elite's shares. If he volunteered to sell them to you for that price, there must be an issue. You need to be careful not to fall into his trap. Even though you've saved his wife and daughter, that favor is not worth merely two million."
