Yin Zhijian gave a wink, and the assistant beside him immediately took out a large stack of documents, as well as various checks and money.

He looked at his son with a smile and said, "These are the start-up capital. Consider it my investment in you."

Yin Gan was full of questions and looked at the man in confusion.

Yin Zhijian spread his hands, looking nonchalant: "Alright, stop being suspicious. What's wrong with me giving my son some money?"

Are they mortal enemies?

Although he hadn't raised this son for a few days, after all, the child had his blood in him, so it wasn't a big deal to give him some family property to start a business.

As for pissing the old man off to death...

Yin Zhijian thought helplessly, who could have thought that divorce and remarriage would make the conservative old man so angry, even to the point of killing him?

Logically speaking, the old man has only one son, and the huge family business will be his sooner or later. Is there any need to harm him?

He was even unhappy when he took over the family business, hoping that the old man would work for a few more years so that he could continue to live a carefree life.

Besides, after Yin Gan’s mother divorced, she quickly remarried her childhood sweetheart and was very happy.

The couple have similar interests. They go to concerts and art exhibitions all over the world, and their artistic cells are fully developed. It is so much better than being the mistress of the Yin family with so many rules.

Yin Zhijian and she even became friends after a long time. How can this not be a good ending?

As for investing in Yin Gan, it was mainly a helpless move compared with the situation of his children.

He didn't expect that when he investigated on a whim, he would find out that his eldest son Yin Qiankun was having a hot affair with a man!

Yin Qianqian didn't mention it. Her youngest son Yin Ganming was only five years old, and it was still unclear whether he could grow up.

Having a lover outside won’t work either, as my means are not enough.

From this perspective, only the eldest son Yin Gan is acceptable. At least he can carry on the family line and inherit some abilities.

So Yin Zhijian observed him and was willing to invest in this son.

Yin Gan didn't expect that his biological father came here just to provide a lot of money. He once suspected that this man was crazy.

He didn't say whether to accept it or not, but just looked at Yin Zhijian up and down with a suspicious look.

Yin Zhijian raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Consider it a loan to you to start your business. The interest rate will be half of the construction bonds, 2% per year. How about that?"

Construction bonds are actually national bonds, but they are called construction bonds in this era.

Yin Gan listened to his words but remained alert: "You think I can break up with Lili just like this? You're dreaming!"

He would never give up the one he loves just for a little money.

Yin Zhijian thought that everything could be measured by interests, and thought that he was such a person. He was wrong.

Yin Gan has his own hands and feet and is confident that he can support his family, so he will not be tempted by small favors.

Even if I really have to borrow money out of helplessness, I will not borrow from my scumbag father.

Yin Zhijian was helpless because he had never expected his son to be like this. "Just think of me as dead and give you some of my inheritance, okay?"

Yin Gan pondered for a long time and decided that it would be a waste not to take it.

Anyway, old man Yin Zhijian has spent a lot on his mistress's child, so why can't I get some?

Wouldn’t it be better to take the money and then be unfilial?

He persuaded himself and finally accepted the large amount of assets in front of him.

Seeing that his son accepted everything, Yin Zhijian felt relieved: "I'll find a chance to meet with my in-laws in the next two days. I can't let people think that there is no one at home."

Yin Gan didn't want to tell him that An Zhenbang had already attended the engagement banquet as the elder brother.

He said coldly, "You don't need to attend. Her family understands me and doesn't want to meet too many people."

Yin Zhijian didn't expect his son to throw it away after using it: "I just took a look at my daughter-in-law, and I didn't do anything to her. Besides, an ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her parents-in-law, right?"

"No, there's no room for negotiation. You better hurry back to Shanghai. If you don't leave, I'll kick you out!"

Seeing that he was already very impatient, Yin Zhijian had no choice but to pretend not to go on, but he became even more curious in his heart.

What kind of woman could make her son so obsessed with her?

Could it be that such a romantic and romantic man like him actually gave birth to a son whose love is stronger than gold?

Muttering that each generation of his sons was getting worse than the previous one, Yin Zhijian and his men left first.

When the group walked to the entrance of the battlefield and were about to get on the bus, a figure approached stealthily.

Always pay attention to the bodyguards around you and think that someone is a sneak attacker, so you kick him to the ground.

Still worried about safety, he tied his hands behind his back and pressed his back to the ground with his knees.

The man, face pressed to the ground, cried out in frustration, "Comrade, comrade, please don't hurt your own people. I just want to ask if you want to buy some sand."

Yin Zhijian became interested. It seemed that Yin Gan was not strict in management.

He looked up at the sand field sign, then lowered his head and asked thoughtfully, "How could I be short of sand when I come here?"

The pony boy struggled a bit, and Yin Zhijian signaled the bodyguards to let him go first.

After finally standing up, Ponyboy brushed the sand off his body and said with a fearful smile, "It's not easy to talk here. How about we go over there and talk?"

He pointed in a direction, which was a house not far away.

Relying on his courage and the fact that he was in numbers, Yin Zhijian followed the leading boy to the designated place for a talk.

He observed the environment for a while and just sat down.

Mingsen, who was sitting across from him, gave him a warning, his tone particularly arrogant: "I wonder where your friend is from? Have you ever heard of requiring our Water Conservancy Bureau's signature to buy sand?"

It's quite novel. No one has dared to speak like this for many years.