Ten billion!
This number startled Chu Xiaoyu, and at the same time her gaze towards Yang Cheng became much more peculiar.
A few days ago, when she mentioned Yang Feng's twelve billion debt, it had terrified Yang Cheng, and his mood became very gloomy.
Now, just a few days later, Yang Cheng was exuding such confidence. What on earth had happened?
Curious, she asked, "Xiaochen, what's the plan? Tell me about it!"
"Aunty Chu, recently Yan's Hall is planning to launch a new facial mask. Although its effects are decent, it doesn't stand out from other products on the market. So, I'm planning to modify it into a mask that can instantly make women more beautiful and also remove scars."
"Once such a mask hits the market, it's bound to become a hit, and making money won't be a problem."
When saying these words, Yang Cheng appeared incredibly confident, even fantasizing about how he would earn money swiftly in the future.
"Xiaochen, are you joking with me?"
