BEEP… BEEP… BEEP…
At Renren Headquarters, Chen Yizhou sat in his executive chair, listening to the beeping from his speakerphone. A wave of irritation washed over him, and he mentally cursed Chen Yansen and his entire family.
Li Yanhong was an old fox, and Chen Yansen was a young one.
They had agreed to an acquisition deal, but the former had dragged him along for a month before turning around and buying Lashou Network instead. The latter just kept relentlessly lowballing him. And now? Now he wasn't even picking up the phone.
"Hello? President Chen, what can I do for you?" The call suddenly connected. Chen Yansen's voice, laced with a hint of amusement in its questioning tone, sounded in his ear.
"President Chen, I've given it some serious thought. I'm willing to lower the price for Nuomi Network to 160 million US dollars."
Chen Yizhou forced a smile and didn't beat around the bush with Chen Yansen, getting straight to the point.
