"Ten billion."
For Pei Yansi, it was indeed not much money.
Yet he did not immediately respond to Chen Bo's words. The cigarette he held had burned down to the filter, scorching his fingers, yet he seemed to feel no pain as he leisurely stubbed it out.
Chen Bo, hearing nothing on the other end, grew anxious, but he could not let his anxiety show too clearly. In frustration, he slapped Shen Heyu across the face.
Shen Heyu cried out in pain.
Her cry of pain traveled through the phone to Pei Yansi's end.
Chen Bo said into the phone, "President Pei, you better make a decision quickly, or I'll have to start getting rough. She can't wait for your long deliberation."
"Huh."
After speaking, Chen Bo heard laughter from the other side, low and clearly mocking.
But that was all, just a laugh, followed by silence.
Chen Bo furrowed his brows. "President Pei, what does that mean? Do you agree or not?"
He finished speaking but heard no response.