Wang Xiaoliang's investment in the Esports Hotel wasn't a spur-of-the-moment decision.
He remembered perfectly well how many times Hu Yang had extended an olive branch. He had either missed out because of circumstances or hadn't dared accept. This time, Hu Yang had brought someone right to him, and he had money in his pocket to back him up. Holding back now wouldn't be prudence. It would be stupidity.
Time to take the initiative.
Hu Yang hadn't treated him like an outsider, so why should he keep hanging back? There was so much he could learn from following Hu Yang and An Peiwen. This wasn't just Luo Bisheng's classroom. It was his classroom too.
Earlier, he had gone downstairs to call Wei Zijin and laid out his thoughts in full.
Wei Zijin hadn't hesitated for a second.
"Spend whatever you need."
But she had barely finished before she followed up with two rules.
"First, don't work yourself sick. Second, the usual rule: don't let it delay you coming back to me."
"Yes, my lady wife."
"Quit joking. I'm being serious."
"So am I."
After hanging up, he felt completely at ease. The money was covered. Whether it would succeed or not, he would give it a go first.
Early the next morning, the two of them ate breakfast downstairs.
The phone in Luo Bisheng's pocket chimed. He took it out and glanced at it.
His hand froze.
The steamed bun, half bitten, hovered by his mouth.
He thrust his phone in front of Wang Xiaoliang.
It was a bank deposit notification. Amount: exactly two million yuan.
Luo Bisheng stuffed the half-bitten mouthful of bun into his mouth and chewed for a long time before swallowing.
"I used to think spending my family's money was only natural. It was my parents' money.