"President Ren, the way you handled this matter wasn't very proper, but it's fine, collaborating with someone like you is what makes it interesting. Today, I will have someone transfer another sum of money to you, as compensation for your future son-in-law's losses," Li Bisheng's eyebrows slightly furrowed again, a trace of cold annoyance flickering in the depths of his eyes, yet his face wore a slight smile.
"Then thank you, President Li. Now, I'll take my leave," Ren Chenle stood up and said.
"Take care, President Ren," Li Bisheng stood up, smiling as he shook his hand. When Ren Chenle turned around, Li Bisheng's face immediately darkened.
This time with the acquisition of Qinglan Cosmetics, he was determined to succeed. The situation had reached a point where, with just a little more effort, Qinglan Cosmetics would not be able to withstand the pressure, and Liu Jiayao would be no exception.