Tan Junda was shocked. He raised his head and looked at Jiang Zhihao. What he saw on his face was expectation and a little bit indescribable specialness.
For a moment, Tan Junda felt that Jiang Zhihao had experienced loss before.
He really wanted to ask, what have you ever lost that made you feel so deeply.
But he didn't ask, because this kind of question was really inappropriate to ask.
Jiang Zhihao had no intention of explaining to him, and just said: "I have already given you my opinion. Both you and your father need to make your own decisions. No one can force you."
Afterwards, Jiang Zhihao turned around and left, leaving Tan Junda dazed on the spot.
After a while, the expression on Tan Junda's face gradually became firm.
He understood what Jiang Zhihao said. There was indeed endless money to be made, especially with such a god. Even if he only drank soup, he would become a billionaire in his life.
But if he loses his family, even Jiang Zhihao can't help him recover.
After understanding this, Tan Junda turned around and walked towards the hotel.
A few minutes later, he pushed open the door of the box and went in. Tan Mingyuan and Jing Hongfeng were already red-faced from drinking, but both of them had a pretty good drinking capacity. Although they smelled of alcohol, they were very sober.
Seeing Tan Junda come in, Tan Mingyuan raised his eyebrows. Just when he was about to ask what you, a bastard, did you come back for, Tan Junda had already taken the lead and asked, "Dad, have you decided to sell those new industries?"
The new properties Tan Mingyuan bought were all recently purchased. He saw the benefits of diversification from Tao Guoan, but he couldn't afford to learn from it before.
It’s not easy to learn shamelessly now, and I can’t continue because of tight funds.
"Of course I have to sell it. Didn't you listen to Professor Jing? Catering is the future!" Tan Mingyuan thought Tan Junda was here to persuade him, so he said: "If you want to use the words of that person named Jiang to persuade me, don't waste your time.
Oh, I won't listen to a half-hearted person."
Tan Junda snorted and said: "Brother Jiang has long guessed that you won't listen, so I came back for no other reason than to tell you one thing. If those properties are to be sold, sell them to me. You can sell them."
I ate it all!"
Tan Mingyuan was stunned when he heard what Tan Junda said, which was beyond his expectation.
Jing Hongfeng laughed and said: "Mr. Tan, your son is really interesting, and you want to buy my assets. But young man, do you have that much money? I heard from Mr. Tan that his properties are at least
It can be sold for four to five billion."
"Don't look at people through cracks in the door and look down on them. I can still get out a few hundred million," Tan Junda said.
Tan Mingyuan suddenly lowered his face and said: "That's enough! When did you learn to brag like this? Do you know what hundreds of millions in cash means? Just say you can take it out!"
Tan Junda didn't waste any time. He directly pulled up his account from his mobile phone, held it up in front of Tan Mingyuan, and said, "See for yourself."
Tan Mingyuan subconsciously glanced at the numbers on his account. The large series of Arabic numerals made him a little stunned.
Jing Hongfeng was counting beside him: "Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, ten million, one hundred million... Three hundred and sixty-seven million!?"
The professor of economics was shocked. It was not that he had never seen rich people before, but he didn't expect that such a young rich second-generation man as Tan Junda could come up with such a large sum of cash.