As far as Zhou Quan knew, Guan Youbo had an exceptionally keen nose for financial investment.
The funds he would manage in the future could be said to have never made a loss.
Even though the broader financial climate would deal Guan Youbo a crushing setback and ultimately lead him astray.
The final outcome nevertheless proved that there was nothing wrong with Guan Youbo's long-term vision.
The foundation Zhou Quan wanted to establish was primarily intended to make long-term investments in the Motherland's economy.
As for short-term trading, unless it was an opportunity where heaven practically handed him money...
Zhou Quan would absolutely never get involved otherwise.
A foundation head with a keen nose for financial investment and a long-term outlook undoubtedly fit Zhou Quan's plans perfectly.
Most importantly, Guan Youbo was currently just a student at CUHK.
If he could bring Guan Youbo into his fold, Zhou Quan could gradually fund and cultivate him.
How could talent recruited from outside be more trustworthy than someone he had cultivated himself?
Then, not only could he officially begin laying the groundwork for his own faction, but he could also start positioning himself in the Motherland's economy.
"Bella, you really are my little helper!"
Zhou Quan raised a hand to ruffle Au Wing-yan's hair, smiling fondly as he spoke in a gentle voice.
"What? Brother Quan, you're only four years older than me. What's so little about me?"
Her ears flushed a translucent red, Au Wing-yan huddled in Zhou Quan's arms like a quail and gave a few disgruntled grumbles.
But when her gaze drifted downward, a look of dejection involuntarily appeared on her lovely face, its skin so delicate it seemed a breath could break it.
"Hahaha!"
Seeing the girl in his arms looking so adorable, Zhou Quan could not help