After dinner, Lu Liang drove Zhang Qian and her daughter home.
Today had been eventful, and Zhang Yun fell into a deep sleep in her mother's arms on the way back.
Lu Liang carried her into their home, placed her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and finally shut the door.
He said to Zhang Qian, "If you make up your mind, send me a message, and I'll accompany you to sign the contract."
The transfer fee was 1.3 million RMB, with a monthly net profit of eighty thousand RMB—it was a decent project.
Lu Liang had over ten million RMB in cash on hand; it was time he acquired some property for himself.
"I'll look into it more these next few days."
Zhang Qian was cautious and didn't decide impulsively.
After hesitating for a moment, she asked, "Liang, if you don't mind, I'd like to invest a bit too."
Lu Liang smiled and asked, "How much are you thinking of investing?"
He discovered the reason he admired Zhang Qian.
