C40 On the Verge of Collapse!

"Three hundred million does seem a tad insufficient," Faang Han mused, his eyes narrowing as he rhythmically tapped two fingers on the desk. "But it should just about suffice." A mischievous grin curled the corner of his mouth.

Ann Lan and the rest were still in the dark, puzzled by Faang Han's cryptic moves. "There's a bidding auction at the Junhao Hotel in two days," Faang Han explained