Xiao Qimo answered decisively, "Azure Group."
"Yes," Mo Lei responded.
"There's one more thing. Keep all the Mo Particles developed during this period; I need them."
"How many milligrams do you need?"
Xiao Qimo thought for a moment, "About the size of a pigeon's egg."
There was silence on the other end, but soon Xiao Qimo heard the sound of furious calculator taps through the phone.
A moment later, Mo Lei reminded, "Sir, based on my calculations, Mo Particles the size of a pigeon's egg are at least 6 carats, which equals 1.2 grams, or 120 milligrams. Our company's price for 1 milligram of Mo Particles is 10 million M dollars…"
Xiao Qimo cut him off, uninterested in listening to the calculations of the penny-pinching Mo Lei. "Just do it."
"Sir… with all due respect, your net worth is no longer ranked first. If you could…"
"Hung up." Xiao Qimo ended the call expressionlessly.
Over on the other side, Mo Lei held his calculator in distress, his brows furrowing into knots.
