Seeing Su Jianjun still hesitant, Su Zelin chuckled, "Dad, whether you buy or not, I'm buying for sure. The sooner we get in, the better. If we're late, you'll end up like last time with Shenghai Mei Lin, at most sipping some soup and missing out on the meat!"
Hearing this, Su Jianjun felt a slight pang in his heart.
Although he didn't completely miss out on Shenghai Mei Lin, Su Jianjun did enter the market a bit too late back then, and his earnings were quite limited. Not like his son, who invested early and heavily, and ended up with his mouth full of oil.
He had been working hard in business for so long, and his savings were only a few hundred thousand.
This kid hit the lottery, yet investing in Shenghai Mei Lin almost got him a third of his father's years of savings.
Thinking about this made Su Jianjun feel unbalanced.
If he bets right again this time, and the money triples or doubles, wouldn't it almost equal his father's savings?
