"Mr. Lu, then how do you propose we cooperate?"
Mr. Ota thought of Lu Liang's identity; they probably wouldn't resist him, and might even welcome him with open arms.
For Bitcoin to penetrate the East University Market through this opportunity was a dream come true.
Neon was a flower of the past, having withdrawn from Uncle Sam's main course to become an appetizer.
Harvesting the East University economy had become a primary focus for the United States; otherwise, they wouldn't have proposed the Return to Asia-Pacific Strategy.
"33/33/34."
Lu Liang glanced sideways, the corners of his mouth tilting upward slightly. Mr. Ota had thought of something he naturally had considered as well.
He didn't intend to show up personally, and he didn't want Mitsui Sumitomo to monopolize the market; his plan was to bring in a third party.
Mr. Ota's just-relaxed brows furrowed again, "Who gets 34?"
