"President Yu, what about you?" Chen Yansen asked Yu Weijiao, remaining noncommittal.
Yu Weijiao subconsciously looked up, his gaze meeting Chen Yansen's.
The young man's eyes were deep and bright, hinting at an intimidating power. Even though Yu Weijiao knew Chen Yansen was only a twenty-year-old college sophomore, he couldn't help but feel his breath shorten. In his panic, he blurted out his rock-bottom price: "840 million."
'Fuck!'
'What the hell is Old Yu playing at!'
Chen Dejun whipped his head around and glared fiercely at Yu Weijiao.
The two of them had already agreed on a strategy back in Hu City. Shentong's offer would be 1.4 billion, and Yuantong's would be 1.05 billion, giving Chen Yansen at most 100 million in room for negotiation.
"President Gao, what do you think?" Chen Yansen asked, looking at Old Gao.
"Boss, when we acquired Yunda Express, their average daily volume was 600,000 parcels, which is comparable to Yuantong's. The price was 760 million."
