The father and son don't often meet, so there's indeed a lot to talk about. Zhou Guobin didn't ask much about emotions and instead inquired about Zhou Yuwen's career. During the New Year, he said writing novels earned him millions, which was enough to shock his parents. Now, less than two months later, he said he started a company and sold it for sixty million.
This son, whom they've raised for eighteen years, never seemed extraordinary. How come in less than a year, the changes are so drastic?
Zhou Yuwen chuckled, saying it must be the excellent genes he inherited from his father.
Zhou Guobin rolled his eyes at him, saying, "Stop buttering me up."
"Let's hear the truth, did you really get sixty million? Don't let them fool you." The old father was concerned about this, even entertaining the idea that someone might be sabotaging him.
Well, considering the vice position in a small town isn't worth sixty million.
Yet, Zhou Guobin still had some worries.
