"The company's phones have been ringing off the hook since last night—they've completely blown up." Li Yinchen looked at Hah'Er, his eyes filled with envy. 'That's not a Panda; that's the God of Wealth on two legs. Even the lowest offer is more than I'd make in ten or twenty years. If only this Panda were mine!'
"Shooting commercials?" Shen Yibin glanced hesitantly at Hah'Er. 'This is probably his decision to make, isn't it?'
"This is the preliminary list of offers we've compiled. Please take a look. Of course, these are just the initial figures. If you'd like, we can have our people negotiate for you to secure the most favorable terms." Seeing Shen Yibin's slight hesitation, Li Yinchen quickly pulled a thick stack of documents from his briefcase and handed them over.
