Rebirth of the world Xiaolong

Chapter 727

Tan Junda was shocked. He looked up at Jiang Zhihao. On the other party's face, he saw expectations and a little bit of indescribable specialness.

For a moment, Tan Junda felt that Jiang Zhihao had experienced loss.

He really wanted to ask what you have lost before so that you can feel such a profound feeling.

But he didn't ask, because this kind of question is really not suitable for asking for an exit.

Jiang Zhihao had no intention of explaining to him, and said, "I have given you my opinion. Whether you or your father, you need to make your own decisions. No one can force you."

Then, Jiang Zhihao turned around and left, leaving Tan Junda in a daze.

After a moment, the expression on Tan Junda's face gradually became firmer.

He figured out what Jiang Zhihao said, and he really couldn't make enough money, especially with such a god, even if he only drank soup, he could become a billionaire in his life.

But if he loses his family, even Jiang Zhihao will not be able to help him recover.

After understanding this truth, Tan Junda turned around and walked towards the hotel.

A few minutes later, he pushed open the door of the box and went in. Tan Mingyuan and Jing Hongfeng were already drank red, but both of them had a good alcohol tolerance. Although they were full of alcohol, they were very sober.

Seeing Tan Junda come in, Tan Mingyuan raised his eyebrows and was about to ask you what a bastard is doing when he comes back. Tan Junda was the first to speak and asked: "Dad, have you decided to sell those new industries?"

The new industries that Tan Mingyuan bought were all purchased recently. He saw the benefits of diversification from Tao Guoan, but he couldn't stand it before and went to study.

It is not easy to learn with shame now, but because of the shortage of funds, it is powerless to continue.

"Of course you have to sell it. Didn't you listen to Professor Jing? Catering is the future!" Tan Mingyuan thought Tan Junda was here to persuade him, so he said, "If you want to persuade me with the words surnamed Jiang, don't waste your verbal words, I won't listen to a half-bad."

Tan Junda snorted and said, "Brother Jiang has guessed that you won't listen, so I don't want to hear anything else when I come back. I just want to tell you one thing. If those industries are to be sold, I will sell them to me. I will eat all the food you sell!"

Tan Mingyuan was stunned when he heard this. What Tan Junda said was really beyond his expectations.

Jing Hongfeng laughed and said, "Mr. Tan, your son is really interesting, and you want to buy my assets. But young man, do you have that much money? I heard from Mr. Tan that his industries can be sold for at least 400 million to 500 million."

"Don't look at people in the cracks of the door. I can still take them out if I look at them in just a few hundred million." Tan Junda said.

Tan Mingyuan suddenly lowered his face and said, "Enough! When did you learn to brag like this? Do you know what hundreds of millions of cash represent? Just say you can take it out!"

Tan Junda didn't say nonsense, and directly transferred his account from his mobile phone, held it in front of Tan Mingyuan, and said, "You can see it yourself."

Tan Mingyuan subconsciously glanced at the numbers on his account, and the large string of Arabic numerals made him a little stunned.

Jing Hongfeng counted next to him: "Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million, ten million, billion...367 million!?"

This economics professor was shocked. It was not that he had seen rich people before, but he didn't expect that such a young rich second generation as Tan Junda could give out such a large sum of cash.