The next morning.
"Chairman Gao, does the breakfast suit your taste?"
"Yes! Sister Hui's cooking is really good, I'm a bit envious of Meng Lang." Gao Yuan said with a smile as she put down her chopsticks.
"Haha! It's fine, as long as it suits your taste."
Seeing that Gao Yuan was in a good mood, Mr. Meng hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help saying.
"That... Chairman Gao, although you and Xiao Lang are friends, a 1 billion yuan investment is still a major event after all.
I think we should still be cautious, since we don't have any competitive resources here, and if we incur losses..."
After thinking it over all night, the simple Mr. Meng had overcome the huge temptation of a 1 billion yuan investment, and opted to offer a well-intentioned warning that was not in his own interest.
A gentleman loves money, but he takes it in the right way—this was a family maxim of Mr. Meng's!
Seeing Mr. Meng's face full of concern for her, Gao Yuan couldn't help but smile.
