"How about I organize tonight's New Year's Eve party?"
Little Wang chuckled mischievously, while stroking the pure gold bull he once gifted to Liang when the company opened.
Even though Panda's stock price was halved the night before and the market frenzy faded away, it didn't dampen his mood for having fun.
A stock price above ten US Dollars, a market cap over two billion US Dollars, and being listed on the Global Select Market weren't exactly the treatment Panda deserved.
Now it's just the tide receding; apart from wanting to show off, he never considered his current wealth as actual wealth.
"You sure have a care-free attitude."
Liang couldn't help but laugh, calling Xu Jiawei to organize the documents: "Let me hear your plans first, then I'll decide if I want to join."
Modu was his turf, so he wasn't worried about having nowhere to go. He had two appointments tonight: one with Li Manli, the other with Wang Chuting.
