"You're really asking for the moon."
"Is that so?" Jiang Yaoyao continued smiling, "After all, if I really break up with Bo Jinlan, you can then arrange for him to marry Miss Hou, or even daughters of other high-ranking officials, which should bring profits to the Bo Family way beyond five hundred million, right?"
Bo Zhi'en looked at her, "You certainly see things clearly."
It somewhat surprised him.
These days, girls who love money were a dime a dozen, but very few could be as forthright, shrewd, and clear-headed...
He took out his mobile phone, tapped a few times, and handed it over, "Miss Jiang, why don't you take a look at this first."
Jiang Yaoyao took the mobile phone.
On the screen was a news interface, dated about a month ago, displaying a photo from a press conference. Bo Jinlan was shaking hands and smiling with another man clad in a military uniform.
