Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 2795 - 1975: The Solution

Mr. Guoba was almost scared to death by Bai Xiaosheng. He’d only gone to the bathroom, stayed a bit longer than usual, and in that short time Bai Xiaosheng had stirred up such a gigantic mess for him!

He wasn’t there, so abstaining would’ve been fine, yet Bai Xiaosheng actually fought his way through all the way, even slashing their price by nine percent!

This was basically "rather not make money, just must grab the bid" mode!

How deep a commercial "grudge" do you have to have for that!

The key thing was, did Bai Xiaosheng really not understand that today’s whole setup was a play scripted and directed by the other side from the start?

The real nightmare would be if they actually won the bid!

Mr. Guoba felt dizzy; dumb as he was, he still knew this was serious.

Only now did he understand why, the moment he came back, everyone in the hall was secretly pointing at him—it wasn’t because his piss-and-shit fiasco had become a joke, it was because "the guy he brought" had wrecked their show!

Mr. Guoba instantly put on a "life-is-hopeless" face, wanting to ask Bai Xiaosheng what kind of grudge he had against him, why he was screwing him over like this.

Too bad this wasn’t the time to talk. After his shout just now, people around them were already craning their necks, peeking over.

"Don’t be so worked up, Mr. Guoba." Bai Xiaosheng tilted his head slightly and lowered his voice on purpose. "I’ve already checked in with Mr. Auston about what’s going on here."

When Auston first heard about this, he was shocked too.

But Bai Xiaosheng promised him a hefty cut, guaranteeing that if the Auston Family lost this revenue stream, he would bring them bigger business opportunities. Only then did Auston fully back him.

"My uncle... wh-what did he say?" Mr. Guoba asked in a trembling voice.

Bai Xiaosheng kept typing his own messages on his phone, and casually said, "Relax. He won’t be mad at you, and he definitely won’t blame you."

As he spoke, Bai Xiaosheng looked up and gave him a grin. "He might even praise you, you never know."

"Seriously?" Mr. Guoba was half-convinced, half-doubting, and snuck a glance at Bai Xiaosheng’s phone.

Bai Xiaosheng dodged away. "I’m not chatting with your uncle right now. If you want to verify it, ask him yourself."

Mr. Guoba swallowed hard, picked up his own phone, and cautiously sent a message.

Not long after, a reply really did come back.

Mr. Guoba acted like he was watching a horror movie, holding his phone far away and squinting at the screen.

Seeing him like that, Bai Xiaosheng was both exasperated and amused, and simply stopped paying attention to him.

Once Mr. Guoba finished reading the whole message, he suddenly felt a huge weight off his shoulders.

The reply was only five words, incredibly simple—"I already know everything."

No reproach whatsoever.

Which meant... this mess really wasn’t a mess anymore?

Suddenly, Mr. Guoba remembered that his bout of diarrhea had affected the bidding in the first place, which was trouble on its own—and now that, too, had been neatly covered over.

Thinking about it like that, he cheered up again.

People around them had just seen Mr. Guoba screaming and scared out of his wits, and in the blink of an eye his face lit up with joy. Everyone looked at one another, baffled.

What the hell was wrong with this fatso?

Did he suffer such a heavy blow that his mind’s gone too...

...

In a VIP lounge at Lan GO Company, the elderly general manager walked out with a beaming smile.

Once the door closed behind him, his expression collapsed instantly.

Great joy followed by great worry.

Abbot, who had been waiting outside for a while, immediately stepped forward and murmured, "Mr. Zate!"

The general manager of Lan GO Company, an old man named Zate, shot Abbot a look.

The meaning was clear: this wasn’t a good place to talk.

Abbot understood at once and nodded.

The two of them hurried off one behind the other to a quieter spot and slipped into a small room.

Once the door was closed, Elder Zate spoke first. "How’s the situation?!"

Abbot quickly said, "We’ve already squared things with that batch of media. The news won’t be released for now."

Elder Zate nodded, feeling slightly more at ease.

"Your side?" Abbot probed.

Elder Zate’s brow furrowed tight and he sighed. "It’s a tough one! That senior official from the Commerce Department came here specifically to see our tender succeed. He has to see results today, and they’d better be signed, solid results. Given the prices just now, under normal circumstances, could we refuse? This deal has to be signed today!"

"But can we really sign this deal with the Auston Family? This round is a critical part of the Caroline Family’s layout too!"

Elder Zate couldn’t help pressing his fingers to his temples. "But if we ask the Caroline Family to cut their price any further, this deal will be pure loss, no profit at all. They definitely won’t agree! And we won’t be able to explain ourselves either!"

In short, the whole thing was stuck in a complete crisis.

"What the hell is the Auston Family trying to pull here?!" Abbot narrowed his eyes and snapped.

"We’ll settle with them later; plenty of time for that. Let’s focus on solving what’s in front of us first!" Elder Zate waved his hand and sighed.

Abbot thought for a moment, then leaned in a little. "Mr. Abbot, I do have a somewhat rough idea."

Elder Zate immediately lowered his hand, his brows lifting slightly as he looked at Abbot. "Oh? Let’s hear it!"

Abbot organized his thoughts, then said, "Like you just said, we absolutely have to sign today. We can’t afford to offend the political side—they want a result. And we absolutely can’t reject the lowest bid and go sign with a higher price bidder; that makes no sense. If those poli.ticians catch us on unfair competition, the trouble will be endless."

"So what you’re getting at is, we sign with the Auston Family’s Okrak Company?" Elder Zate frowned.

There was still the Caroline Family to worry about, plus his own superiors—how was he supposed to explain that!

Abbot hurriedly added, "Don’t rush. I haven’t finished yet! We can delay reporting it upstairs—postpone it for a day or two, that’s fine. We can also ’keep those shell-company people pacified’ for now. That way, we free our hands to go negotiate with Auston!"