"So what are your plans?"
Jiang Tianqin asked again.
"We won't let them succeed, after all, the textile factory is related to more than 5,000 families!"
Zhuo Jinsen said calmly that Wen Yuan had already investigated the background of Bingxue Investment.
This is an investment company of Southern Metropolis Daily, with a registered capital of one billion yuan.
He was quite surprised that the other party was interested in the textile factory.
In the distance.
He felt that this investment company might have some connection with his future son-in-law.
With Jiang Tianqin's help, Zhuo Jinsen washed his face, drank a cup of hot tea, and then changed into a set of home clothes.
He arrived at the guest room.
After I knocked, my precious daughter opened the door.
"Dad, is something wrong?"
Xiao Zhu asked.
Suddenly, Lao Zhuo's heart skipped a beat: "I need to have a talk with Xiao Gao!"
A short while later, in the study.
"Xiao Gao, do you know about Bingxue Investment?"
Zhuo Jinsen stared at Gao Yan and asked.
Upon hearing this, Gao Yan was startled. His father-in-law was so perceptive; he had discovered so quickly that Bingxue Investment was related to him.
But thinking about it, it makes sense. If his father-in-law hadn't had a keen sense of opportunity, he wouldn't be in his current position.
So he nodded: "Uncle Zhuo, this company has absolutely no connection with me on the surface!"
The money he invested in ice and snow sports all went through the system account.
Even if someone were to investigate, they wouldn't be able to find anything.
"So what are your plans?"
Old Zhuo asked again.
Gao Yan said, "Upgrade manufacturing processes and revitalize the textile mill!"
"real?"
Old Zhuo's expression brightened with joy.
"Uncle Zhuo, would I dare to lie to you?"
"Too!"
Old Zhuo laughed: "Uncle Zhuo isn't a stubborn person. As long as you revitalize the textile factory, that land will be yours!"
"Uncle Zhuo, I have no interest in that piece of land!"
Gao Yan cursed under his breath, thinking, "Old fox! This is a test to see if he's also after that piece of land."
To be honest, real estate is very profitable, but Gao Yan really doesn't think much of it because the return on investment is too slow.
With Red Emperor helping him make money in the US stock market, why would he bother with real estate?
Are you sure you're not interested?
Old Zhuo stared at Gao Yan, as if trying to see through him.
"Alright, Uncle Zhuo, there's no need for us to play these tricks."
Gao Yan said, somewhat speechless.
Immediately, Old Zhuo looked a little embarrassed, having gotten used to applying the same tactics he used in officialdom to his future son-in-law.
However, this kid was also a shrewd one, and he saw through his thoughts in an instant.
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