At this moment Jiang Xianyong hated Song Yan very much, but he dared not show it. But 400 million yuan was too much for him. It was like cutting his heart and flesh with a knife.

"Mr. Song, how about 100 million dollars?"

"There's one more time left, Mr. Jiang. This time, you can open your mouth again if you want to." Song Yan laughed, but his smile fell into Jiang Xianyong's eyes with a shivering feeling. At the same time, his face was full of tangles.

"Mr. Jiang left the green hills without worrying about firewood!" Yang on the other side persuaded him.

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