"I need time to think!"
Dongfang Wenzheng did not relent, and Dong Xing glanced at him. This old fox was not easily persuaded.
"Alright, I will wait for Uncle's message, but it would be best if you could give me an answer before tomorrow."
Having said all there was to say, Dong Xing did not waste any more words and stood up to leave.
"How did it go? Did that old man relent?"
Dong Xing shook his head.
"Dongfang Wenzheng is an old fox; it's not that easy to make him relent. However, the position of Century's chairman would surely tempt this old fox. He's just holding out for a better offer."
"Oh, then what do we do? We don't have much cash on hand now, and although we've made some progress with the mortgage loan from the bank, it amounts to only about forty billion at most. If this old fox doesn't enter the fray, we'll run out of supplies."
"Wait for the stock market to open next Monday. The funds we have won't be enough to withstand their selling onslaught."
