"You better not get your hopes up."
Lu Liang couldn't help but laugh. When LeEco had led the investment in Panda, he had felt it odd but hadn't thought much about it.
Panda's last name was Wang, not Lu; Li Manli's ties to Panda might even be deeper than his.
Even if things turned sour, he would only lose eighteen million, which wasn't a huge problem and he didn't particularly care.
Now, it could only be said that Accountant Jia's calculations were spot on; Little Wang would likely be exploited for nothing.
If LeEco's liabilities hadn't been falsified, then a guaranteed debt of ten billion wouldn't make a difference of slightly more than a hundred million to Panda.
In his anger, Wang Xiaocong suddenly had a brainwave, "Lu, do you think Old Jia might take over Panda?"
