At the dinner table, Xiang Detao hid his worries while making small talk.
"Now that you've returned to the country, Little Lu, what are you planning to do? Take over the family business?"
"Uncle Xiang, I plan to start my own business first." Lu Shaokang sat upright and answered respectfully.
"This kid has too many ideas. Instead of managing the family's restaurant brand, he insists on creating one of his own." Father Lu shook his head with a smile. "If he wants to make a fuss, then let him. The family gave him twenty million and three years. If he doesn't make it, he'll come back and take over the business."
"Starting your own business is good." Xiang Detao sighed emotionally.
The Lu family had long been deeply involved in modern Chinese dining. They currently had around fifty branches spread across Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai. By rough estimate, their annual net profit was probably in the tens of millions. In truth, their family circumstances were about on par with his own.
Originally, whether it was their family background or the young man's character, he was an excellent choice in every regard.
Who could have imagined that someone else would suddenly appear halfway through?
"Uncle Xiang, my dream is to build a truly high-end Chinese dining brand." Lu Shaokang spoke confidently and eloquently. "I've already begun preparing the location, design, and menu. I hope it can become the next Xinrongji."
"Xinrongji? Good. You've got ambition. Uncle will toast you." Xiang Detao raised his glass.
Lu Shaokang hurriedly raised his own glass with both hands in response, then said with some hesitation, "Uncle, I still want to see Xiaotian. Is she at the hotel now?"
"She..." Xiang Detao looked at the young man before him. "She's..."
There was no longer any suspense