After shouting that price, Old Dong, the middle-aged man, broke out in sweat. It was hard to tell whether it was excitement or pressure.
But Lin Tian guessed that Old Dong had been pressured by the ten billion RMB bid he had made. He reckoned that during his long business career, Old Dong had never once thrown around ten billion RMB in one go.
"Brother Lin, it seems Old Dong is reaching his limit," Zhou Botong said, glancing at the tense Old Dong, with certainty.
"You're right, his funds are indeed pooled, and although ten billion is quite a sum, it's still not enough," Lin Tian nodded, then added, "But as he said, having tried and fought is enough, not leaving oneself with regrets."
The big shots on the upper floor no longer ignored Old Dong as they had before. Even though his wealth could not compare with theirs, his decisiveness and persistent spirit were admirable.
