"Hiss..."
Pang Daheng nearly had a heart attack. This little brat is trying to screw me over, five grand? That's already with a 20% discount.
"Alright, since Dad's not saying anything, that means he agrees. Chen, we have a deal, five grand per square meter." Pang Haibo extended his hand, intending to shake hands amicably with Chen Tianlong.
"Haibo, this…."
"Son, if I agree, will you then focus on your studies and be well-behaved?" Pang Daheng cared deeply for his son. If it truly made him happy, perhaps it wasn't such a big deal.
After all, all the money he earned was intended to be handed over to his son someday. Spending some of it a bit earlier was no big deal.
Besides, if Chen Tianlong truly became his son's mentor or friend, the future would be limitless. The man was a rising young entrepreneur; if Chen Tianlong imparted some experience, wouldn't that send the company soaring?
