Mr. Zhou's main business was in Hangzhou, so naturally he knew the standing of Peach Blossom Spring.
Chinese- and Western-style villas, divided into east, west, and south sections.
Villas with total prices in the tens of millions were everywhere, not to mention those top-tier luxury homes embodying Eastern beauty, with floor areas of several thousand square meters. Those were worth hundreds of millions.
Leaving aside the Chinese courtyard homes worth over a hundred million, for a young man to rely on himself and own a home in Peach Blossom Spring was already shocking enough.
Mr. Zhou's gaze immediately turned knowing.
No wonder... no wonder Boss Zhang said he had everything because of his son.
"A young talent... my son certainly deserves the title," Zhang Zhaohai said with a smile.
Although he was respectful toward Mr. Zhou and his wife and kept a fairly humble posture, when it came to his son, neither he nor Song Wenqin had any need to be modest. Not only were they not modest, they were proud from the bottom of their hearts.
"Boss Zhang has raised his son well," Mr. Zhou said thoughtfully, nodding.
"It's mainly thanks to himself." Zhang Zhaohai smiled, then asked curiously, "Mr. Zhou, if I remember correctly, isn't your daughter also running her own business?"
"That's right. She graduated from Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts and now runs her own studio. You could say she's... involved in art."
"They should be about the same age, and they both started their own businesses." Zhang Zhaohai suddenly muttered to himself, "Young people might have more common topics to talk about."
It was merely an offhand remark.
But the moment he said it, Mrs. Zhou, sitting beside them, gave a light cough.
Mr. Zhou's expression also stiffened for a moment, looking somewhat unnatural.
"Old