Su Qiao laughed. "Dad, you're being way too timid. It's only one million yuan. What will happen when you make ten million, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions in the future? Won't you have a heart attack?"
On the other side, Gao Jinghui, who was supporting Uncle Xiao, really wanted to say that his legs were a little weak too.
But seeing the look of disdain on Su Qiao's face, he didn't dare say it. He gritted his teeth and stiffened his body as he helped Uncle Xiao into the main room.
The three of them, along with Tian Guihua, whose hands were trembling with equal excitement, sat around the table.
"Xiao Hui, we resold our mining tunnel without discussing it with you. Your uncle had no choice either. That King's background is too powerful, and we..."
Gao Jinghui hurriedly waved his hand. "Uncle, I understand. It's good that we sold it. That way, we won't attract anyone else's attention and bring danger upon ourselves."
He hadn't forgotten that old man in his family was still plotting something.
"As long as you understand."
What Xiao Aimin liked most about him was this. He took the long view, saw things objectively, and didn't care about the small benefits right in front of him.
Su Qiao was in an excellent mood.
"Since it's sold, let it be sold. Doesn't the machinery company we registered still lack working capital?"
After registering the company, they still had to order some prototype machines so people could inspect and try them out.
Su Qiao also wanted to place an advertisement with the television station. If they did that, 580,000 yuan would definitely not be enough.
According to Xiao Si, a thirty-second commercial during prime time on CCTV cost 400,000 yuan a year.
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