Elder Hu wasn't wrong, the service industry just doesn't do well when it's purely state-owned.
But Feng Jun had made up his mind not to cooperate with state capital. However, facing the amiable pillars of Yuyuan, it wasn't proper for him to speak ill of state capital, so he tactfully indicated— I'm not interested in such petty cash.
How should we look at this answer? In fact, it was what Hu Changqing had hoped for—a young man, just over three years out of university with a fortune of over ten billion. How could his aspirations be limited to the small Yuyuan?
After chatting for a few more sentences, Zhang Caixin finished steeping the tea and poured a round for everyone.
Elder Hu glanced at her and slightly nodded; although he was over seventy years old, he hadn't seen many beauties of her caliber.
"This is Caixin," President Chao said with a smile. She had come with her brother, and her memory was quite remarkable.
