FoxTao's valuation was one thing, but the 560 million from the financing round had a specific purpose. To be blunt, that was the company's money, not his.
Unless he sold FoxTao!
"Are we going back to Xucheng this afternoon? I'll book the tickets." Song Yuncheng noticed he was spacing out, nudged him, and asked in a low voice.
"Let's decide in a couple of days. We'll hang out in Yanjing for two days first." Chen Yansen snapped out of it and shook his head.
"But I have over a dozen B2C platforms waiting to get onboarded, and there's a ton of follow-up integration procedures."
Song Yuncheng quickly explained. She wanted to go back and make money.
"Just have the tech team follow up. Forward the contracts to legal for review. It's all based on a standard template; nothing can go wrong."
Chen Yansen took her hand and began to knead it, not too gently, not too firmly.
