Since this could be solved by money, Zhang Xiaohua sighed and decided to just give in.
"Let's do this. I will add another one million yuan. So that's three million yuan to rent the stadium, and I will send over some money for Chairman Sun's expenses so far," said Zhang Xiaohua hiding the anger in his heart.
Hearing this, Sun Qingdong's attitude changed dramatically. He was all smiles and his tone changed: "Boss Zhang sure is determined. Leave this matter to me. I will talk to the leaders of the General Administration of Sports immediately. I'll call back with good news soon."
Hanging up the phone, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but punch his desk, his eyes were filled with pure anger.
Who the hell did Sun Qingdong think he was fooling? He might be young, but he wasn't an idiot.
Zhang Xiaohua was filled with absolute frustration. He could see through the ploy, but he had no way to retaliate.
"Send over 1.2 million yuan to Sun Qingdong's private account," said Zhang Xiaohua.