Su Chen remembered the girl's name was Wang Yue.
Wang Yue was about to speak but ran into a problem. She wasn't sure how to address Su Chen. She couldn't just call him by his name, but following Su Qingya's example and calling him "Brother" felt too awkward.
After a moment of silence, she asked, "Mr. Su, how much are you thinking of investing?"
Hearing this form of address, Su Chen's previously relaxed demeanor shifted. He sat up straighter, and the smile on his face faded.
A sharp glint flashed in Su Chen's eyes, and an inexplicable aura emanated from him. Wang Yue felt her heart beat a little faster; it was an aura she had only ever encountered from her own uncle.
"I'm prepared to invest two million for an eighty-percent stake!"
"Two million!" Qin Nan and Zhao Ya felt as if they'd been hit over the head with a sledgehammer. Even their breathing grew ragged.
