Seeing Ayman agree,
Tang Qing raised his glass.
"Happy cooperation!"
"Happy... cooperation," Ayman also lifted his wine glass.
Although the main goal wasn't achieved,
there had been some harvest, yet the money was somewhat difficult to make. One hundred and fifty percent wasn't a high premium, especially for a company like ARM, but by now, Ayman already had a target in his mind.
No more than that.
But getting a few percentage points of stocks was still manageable with a bit of effort.
...
Evening.
At the dinner table.
"Oh God, this is delicious, it's like a work of art. If I didn't know you were going to school, I would definitely buy a house next to you so I could come over for meals every day. It's been so long since I've had such good food."
Ayman devoured the food in front of him while praising with his mouth full.
What princely image?
Out the window with that.
Tang Qing: "..."
God? You've got the wrong faith there.