"Mr. Wang, Mr. Long, Mr. Lu, we'll take our leave first; see you later."
Seven or eight people chatted leisurely in the VIP lounge at the airport before Liu Mou and the other hosts boarded the plane for New York.
After waiting a while, Sun Yutao also arrived. Panda froze 102.2 billion yuan at the Modu Station, oversubscribed by 268.9 times.
They had invested 4.5 billion US dollars for stock subscription, and given the current rate of subscription, they ended up with just over 16 million in shares.
Therefore, they also needed to participate in the New York Station roadshow, and put forth another 4.5 billion US dollars in an effort to secure more shares.
"Everyone's here, let's get going."
Lu Liang stood up and stretched his back, and Little Wang smiled, patting his lower back, "I say, Mr. Lu, you're gonna be 33 next year, do you still think you're young?"
"I'm still spirited! Surfin' till 80—no dream."
