Jun Mo returned to the main topic.
Fan Shaoming became serious, stopped processing documents, and, holding the phone in his hand, said, "That won't do, the Elite Talent School is originally a property of the Su Family, belonging to Xiaoyue. If you acquire Zhou Huachang's shares, are you expecting my Xiaoyue to come knocking on your door to buy them? Of course, if after your acquisition, you transfer the shares to Xiaoyue for just one yuan, then by all means go ahead with your acquisition— I have no objections."
"Shaoming, can you be any more calculating? A stake worth two billion, and you expect me to transfer it to Xiaoyue for one yuan—not even if Xiaoyue is my sister-in-law, fair deals even between brothers. Honestly, I am very interested in swallowing this piece of fat meat, Jun Group is involved in all sectors except education."
Jun Mo knew his brother was the best at scheming against him.
Treating him like a fool, huh.
