Zhao Yan went downstairs. His father, Zhao Jing, had already made hot tea and was eagerly inviting him over for tea. Tang Chunxiu asked him to stay for lunch and even ran into the kitchen to make lunch first.
Zhao Yan had long been used to his parents’way of doing things. He sat back down on the sofa and said, “Just tell me what you need my help with.”
A flash of embarrassment flashed across Zhao Jing’s face.
He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and felt that this son of his was becoming more and more unpredictable.
Zhao Jing coughed slightly. “It’s like this. Father has been losing money in his business recently. “You are also starting a company, and the profits of the company are extremely high every year. Can you help father? “Or, you can buy father’s company. We are father and son, and my company is also Your Company.”
Zhao Yan shook his head. “My company adopts modern management. I will not buy your company.”
