Bab 47: Too Late To Regret

Thus, Ye Weijun raised the price again.

"If five billion isn't enough, will 50 billion be enough?"

"Or you can name the price. As long as I can afford it, I won't bargain."

"Please, that painting, Summer Dream, is really important to me. Please sell it to me."

Ye Weijun's words were sincere, and his tone was almost pleading.

Yu Jianhao finally reacted and quickly said, "No, no, no, Old Mr. Ye, you've misunderstood!"

"It's not that I don't want the money, but I didn't expect you to call me personally. I was too shocked and didn't know what to say."

"I know that 'Summer Dream' was the last painting your granddaughter created before she died, so I originally planned to give it to you."

"If it's convenient for you, I'll send the painting to you later."

When Ye Weijun heard Yu Jianhao's words, he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

"I'm free! i'll wait for you at home!"