Three minutes later, the furrow in his brow smoothed.
"Chairman, it has indeed been resolved," said the technical department manager with deep respect.
Fang Xuelin let out a sigh of relief. "Good. Transfer the ten million to him."
Yu Bei's gaze was sharp. "Chairman Fang, are you saying that the fifteen million was a lie?"
Fang Xuelin looked troubled. "Recently, the company's financials are tight. The fifteen million is simply not something we can come up with."
Yu Bei smiled. "Since I have the ability to resolve the issue, I can also reverse it. Chairman Fang, the choice is yours."
Fang Xuelin's face stiffened, not expecting this turn of events.
The technical department manager, visibly anxious, whispered, "Chairman, his capabilities are formidable. We cannot afford to offend him."
Though reluctant, Fang Xuelin gritted his teeth and reluctantly agreed, "Fine, one and a half million."