For me?
Chen Ziyang was surprised and delighted.
That factory, with more than three thousand square meters, not to mention its value, if he really could take possession of it, he could save hundreds of thousands in rent every year.
At the same time, another thing aroused Chen Ziyang's curiosity.
Exactly what was Shen Minghai's identity?
A factory of thousands of square meters, just given away like that?
"Fine."
Though excited, Chen Ziyang managed to keep a calm appearance on the surface.
It wasn't until Chen Ziyang had entered the hospital room that the girl who drove earlier, Shen Jiayi, approached Shen Minghai.
"Dad, do you really trust him? I think he's just a charlatan from the Martial World! Didn't you just say he's the manager of Finance Street? How could he possibly heal as well?"
"What other choice do we have now?"
Shen Minghai sighed, "These doctors have clearly given up! Your grandfather is already in the worst condition; letting him try won't cause any loss."
