The investment, naturally, was in that batch of Good Times shares.
Once they reached the entrance on the ground floor, Hua Jian finally pulled his hand out of Bo Lin's, feeling a little embarrassed.
He said quietly, "How about dinner first? The art exhibition starts at eight."
Bo Lin let go naturally and said, "Sure."
Zhang Yiming had given him several invitations ages ago, and Jiang Kai had brought them out earlier.
Hua Jian said, "Okay, my treat."
If everything went smoothly, he would wake up tomorrow a moderately rich man worth hundreds of millions, or even over a billion.
Bo Lin noticed his good mood, and some of it rubbed off on him.
He asked, "What are you treating me to?"
Hua Jian looked up toward a conspicuous logo among the tall buildings not far away.
He pointed. "How about there? A new internet-famous restaurant opened. I've seen loads of people posting about going there on their Moments and in Doudou videos."
It was the kind of place young people liked.
Bo Lin nodded. "Sure."
When they got out of the car, Hua Jian noticed that Bo Lin had taken off his suit jacket, undone two shirt buttons, and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.
"There's a mall right next door. Want me to go in with you and buy a short-sleeved shirt?"
Being a domineering CEO wasn't easy either. Wearing so many layers in this heat really was hard work.
Bo Lin looked up at him. "You think I dress like an old man?"
Hua Jian: ???
What did he mean?
Puzzled, he said, "Aren't you only twenty-five? You're just five years older than me. How is that old?"
Tsk. He could have left out the five years.
Bo Lin shot him a look. "Well? Let's get