Shen Yuan had arrived in an Alphard provided by the hotel today. After taking the elevator down to the basement garage and settling in the back seat of the Alphard, he was still pondering the meaning behind Mr. Zhu's words.
It sounded like an attempt to win him over, but it also carried a hint of probing, and even promises of pie in the sky.
However, he had no intention of getting involved in management, let alone competing with anyone, or, God forbid, becoming a CEO years later.
What could be better than being a hands-off owner, freely living without obligations, and just collecting dividends every year?
"Mr. Shen, shall we go back to the hotel now?"
The driver, wearing white gloves, asked.
"Mm, back to the hotel."
Shen Yuan pulled himself out of his thoughts; after all, there was no rush on this matter.
At that moment, however, the car window was tapped "thud thud," and Shen Yuan turned to look. To his surprise, it was Zhu Qingrou.
