Wang Xiaoliang set his glass down on the table.
"Uncle Luo, I agree with everything you said. But there's one thing-doesn't Huanhuan's dad just think Bisheng has no future? If you went there yourself and showed your hand, wouldn't that settle it?"
"Besides, we've already got the Esports Hotel up and running. Bisheng's ability is right here for everyone to see. Even on his own merits, he won't do badly."
Luo Qiqiang said nothing.
He picked up a shrimp and slowly peeled it, put the meat in his mouth, chewed a few times, and swallowed it all before wiping his fingers with a tissue.
"Xiaoliang, you're anxious, but I'm even more anxious. But think back to that bowl of beef offal you bought him."
"What about the beef offal?"
"In his eyes, the beef offal and Bisheng are the same thing."
Wang Xiaoliang's brain stalled for a moment. What kind of comparison was that?
Luo Qiqiang remained unhurried.
"You say we should lay our cards on the table, show him what we've got, tell him our family owns businesses, Bisheng is an only child, and he's a good catch. Fine! What if he comes back with, 'A family like yours isn't right for ours'? How do I answer that?"
Wang Xiaoliang had yet to think of an answer, because that really was possible.
"He doesn't even know what he actually wants. It's not that he thinks Bisheng is poor, or that Bisheng isn't good enough-he just wants to keep his daughter in the palm of his hand. A son-in-law only counts if he's the one who picked him. Anyone else, poor won't do, rich won't do either. In the end, it comes down to one word."
Luo Qiqiang stressed it. "No."
Wang Xiaoliang turned it over in his head, and