Shocking! This student is phenomenal!

In Lei Ping's tense yet expectant gaze.

Miler didn't try to pique his interest.

He said very sincerely, "The reason why Shuangzhou Textile has such a close cooperation with the Lin Group is because our new shareholder wants to repay a great favor to the Lin Group."

As soon as Miler said that, Lei Ping immediately slapped his thigh and said, "I knew it! How could you give the Lin Group the sales rights for such a fabric at such a low price?"

"So it turns out your major shareholder has connections with them."

After Lei Ping finished speaking, Lin Gantian nudged his arm, signaling him not to go off-topic.

Lei Ping then immediately followed up with, "So, Mr. Mi, what do you mean? How can we cooperate?"

From his actions just now, Miler sensed that this Mr. Lin was much more difficult to deal with; at least his intentions were very clear.

However, Miler remained calm and continued slowly, "Actually, as the company's general manager, I feel that selling at this price is not very friendly to us other shareholders, so we also have complaints."

"After all, who wouldn't want to make money if it were readily available?" Miler stopped there, having already made her point.

This made Lei Ping and his companion very eager to try it.

"So, what does Mr. Mi mean? Should we open another one?" Lin Gantian asked tentatively, sounding somewhat speculative.

"Yes!" Miler glanced at Lin Gantian with some appreciation, then glanced at Lei Ping.

He thought to himself, "This guy is really no good. No wonder his daughter is a bit dim-witted."

Of course, in Miler's eyes, Lei Ping was stupid, but in the eyes of ordinary people, Lei Ping was already a very capable person.

The real reason was that Lei Ping was too frustrated yesterday, so he ordered a few more girls last night.

I fought off drugs all night, and I'm still a bit dazed and my mind isn't quite clear.

Now that Lin Gantian had brought it to this point, Lei Ping finally realized what was going on.

"That's easy. I own a textile factory. As long as you can sell me the technology, I can start production immediately."

Lei Ping patted his chest and said.

"Yes, I do intend to sell this formula, but you can't say you bought it from us; you have to say you developed it yourself!"

Miler glanced around somewhat guiltily, then whispered.

"Okay, okay, of course, we will definitely protect your existence, Mr. Mi. After all, if you have any new products in the future, Mr. Mi can continue to help us."

Upon hearing Mi Le's words, Lei Ping became subtly excited, as if he had taken another magic pill, his face flushed with an unusual hue.

His mind cleared up a bit, and he used his own words to deceive Miler.

In reality, they were secretly mocking each other: Once we've produced it, we won't care whether you live or die. Even if it's the same product as their Lin Group, how can we steal their market share?

"Okay, I'm relieved to hear that," Miler said, then asked, "So, how much are you willing to pay for this formula?"

The crux of the matter has finally arrived.

The final price is a big question.

"I wonder what price Mr. Mi thinks is appropriate?" Lei Ping asked tentatively.

I want to find out more about Miler first.

If I bid too high, I'll lose a lot of money; if I bid too low, they might not like it and I'll look stingy.

Miler slowly extended one finger.

"Mr. Mi means ten million?" Lei Ping asked.

At this moment, Lin Gantian fell silent. He knew he simply couldn't come up with that much money. Although he owned shares in the Lin Group, he didn't have the right to sell them, only the right to receive dividends.

Miler shook his head: "Such a great fabric technology, and you actually want to buy it for only ten million? You have to understand that this is a long-term profit. If you scale it up, it can easily be one or two hundred million a year."

"Besides, this money isn't something I can decide. There are several small shareholders behind this process. It's ten million, and you want us to only get a few million each?"

"Several million, that's what we earn in a year with our salaries and bonuses. At this price, I think I should sell it to someone else. Not just in Jiangzhou, but probably all over the world, there are plenty of people who want my craftsmanship."

Sure enough, Miler's words made Lei Ping realize that he had indeed bid too low.

Because of his position at Mile, he earned millions in just one year.

Lei Ping was also struggling with his decision. He sat there blankly, frantically turning his head, trying to estimate how much profit this technology could bring him.

After a few breaths, he suddenly looked up, his eyes blazing, and said:

"One hundred million! Just one hundred million. We don't want any more than that. The risk is too great. Besides, you have to promise that you can't provide it to any other families."

When Lei Ping got to this point, his face turned even redder.

"That's fine." Miler nodded. "We can draw up a contract, and if the fabric produced within three days of receiving my technology is not as good as expected, you can ask me for a refund."

"Great, Mr. Mi is indeed a man of character, so straightforward!" Lei Ping immediately agreed.

As for Lei Ping, since Mr. Mi had already put it this way, if he hesitated any longer, he would really miss this opportunity.

Who would care about after-sales service when making this kind of transaction?

Thus, the two sides reached an agreement.

Miler sent a process report from the factory manager to Lei Ping.

Lei Ping then allocated 100 million yuan to Miler, using the money he had just earned from selling Lin Group's shares.

Then, excitedly carrying the craft, he and Lin Gantian headed towards their textile factory.

Only after they left.

Miler made a phone call to Su Jiang: "President Su, I have sent them the revised process flow as you instructed."

......

Inside the Lin Group.

Su Jiang had just hung up on Miler.

Just as he was about to get up and return to Lin Wanqing's office, his phone rang again.

The call was from Yan Hang.

"Su Jiang, come quickly to Old Su's Fried Rice Restaurant! Your shop has been vandalized!"

Yan Hang's anxious voice came through.

But before Su Jiang could speak, Yan Hang's phone was snatched away.

Then came the sound of a phone hitting the ground.

Su Jiang could no longer hear any sound.

There was no time to think it over, and there wasn't even time to tell Lin Wanqing in person.

Before the elevator even came up, Su Jiang jumped down the stairs.

He got into his car, started it, and sped off towards Lao Su Fried Rice Restaurant. On the way, he called Lin Wanqing and told her that he had an urgent matter to attend to and needed to go out for a while.

When he arrived at the door of Lao Su Fried Rice...

Sure enough, the store was a complete mess.

The stools were overturned and scattered all over the floor, along with shards of glass.

Su Jiang saw that Yan Hang's iPhone 13 Pro had been cracked and was scattered all over the ground.

But when he entered the store, he saw no one there.

I didn't see my parents, nor did I see Yan Hang.

Just as he was about to call the police, Su Jiang's phone rang again.