Knock, knock.
Someone was knocking again.
"Come in."
The door slowly pushed open. Wei Zejun walked in with a smile on his face, saying as he moved, "Director Song, hope I'm not interrupting your work?"
Here we go again. This guy had been running over here every single day lately; Song Guanchao really had no temper left for him.
"How much are you planning to put in?" Song Guanchao didn't string him along and asked directly.
Wei Zejun had already prepared himself for a long, drawn-out fight. Hearing that out of the blue, he didn't react for a moment, stared blankly for two seconds, then said, "How much does Director Song want?"
"A hundred million."
Registering a venture capital company doesn't cost much; what matters is, once you've found projects, how much this group of shareholders can keep investing.
"No problem. When does Director Song need it? I can have it hit the account any time."
