"I remember Uncle Wang has been to my house before, right?" Luofeng asked.
"Haha, of course! Last year, the year before last, and the year before that—I've visited each time. Your dad and I go way back, and your Jiamei has certainly helped our Ink Company a lot!" Wang Bozhao chuckled cordially. "Your family's house really could use an upgrade!"
Ink Real Estate had a market value of just under 10 billion yuan. In terms of scale, it far surpassed the former Jiamei Construction Company. However, in this line of work, making friends wasn't always about being opportunistic; or perhaps, people could see Luo Lin's potential. A respected senior like him, given the right opportunity, was bound to achieve great success. After all, they had all made their fortunes around the same time. The reason Luo Lin's progress hadn't been slower was simply that he genuinely cared about his employees. And such a conscientious company just needed one big opportunity.
