Yang Hao's words were casual, but they sounded different in Song Zhongxian's ears.
"Grumble~~!"
Song Zhongxian remembered the words his father spoke to him last night.
He then thought about that car dealership.
For people like their second-generation rich, their favorite things included a few types.
Women, cars, and... the prohibited items that stepped over the law.
And this car dealership was Song Zhongxian's favorite.
Not only were the cars great, but the female sales staff were exceptionally beautiful.
But the thought of meeting Yang Hao today,
coupled with his father's intention for him to foster a good relationship with Yang Hao,
made Song Zhongxian think for a while and then finally he said over the phone, "Of course not!"
"Since Brother Yang has taken a liking to the car dealership, it's its good fortune."
"Let's not haggle over the price."
"The dealership is worth around 300 billion in total."
"For Brother Yang, let's settle at 300 billion."