The moment Liao Fangpo thought about turning one million into ten million, or even twenty or thirty million, he felt an irresistible itch, "Dad, Mom, why don't we sell the convenience store and scrape together a million?"
"This..." Liao Mingliang hesitated as the convenience store did well in business and many wanted to buy it, but he couldn't bear to let it go—it was their family's source of income, after all!
Yang Hua sneaked a glance at Chen Guosheng and, seeing that he didn't seem too concerned about whether they invested or not, was sure it would be her son who would benefit, "Mingliang, your in-law is thinking of your son, how can you be so petty?"
Fang Po was also very anxious, "Dad, what are you still hesitating about?"
"Alright," ultimately persuaded by his wife and son, Liao Mingliang nodded, "Once today's wedding banquet is over, I'll talk to those who want to buy my convenience store and try to negotiate a higher price."
