"What's your proposal?"
Jiang Qingkui displayed a serious listening expression, yet there was a hint of melancholy in her eyes.
Although she lacked some life experience in society, her keen mind surpassed most people. Just by hearing Zhou Wang's tone, she could already sense that Zhou Wang was rejecting her.
But it was okay...
In fact, despite texting Zhou Wang every day and making some substantial preparations, this was merely her nature. Deep down, Jiang Qingkui did not feel that Zhou Wang would truly be the straw she was grasping for.
It had nothing to do with anything else, just that during this time back in China, Jiang Qingkui had met too many people.
Whether it was the second generation with family support, the self-made moguls, or various venture capital investors, some met through connections, and others through unconventional means.
Consecutive setbacks had already made Jiang Qingkui realize that she had oversimplified some things.
