Lu Man's mouth hung open slightly, startled.
"Don't ask how much to invest, but how much is needed?"
How magnanimous was that statement—just how much money did that mean?
Could it be that Chen Yan was actually a hidden super-rich second-generation, with more money in hand than one could count?
Now that he finally saw his own potential to be a superstar, was he boldly investing?
Thinking this, she began to hesitate.
She felt that asking for too much seemed a bit improper. But to ask for too little... it seemed like she was underestimating Chen Yan.
Thus, after pondering for two seconds, she carefully put out five fingers, "How about... three hundred million?"
The moment she uttered the figure, she herself felt a bit guilty.
"Pfft!" Yu Qiao Qiao, who had been watching the whole time, sprayed out her bottled water.
She looked at Lu Man in astonishment, "Sister Man Man!"