As he watched the boys leave together, Mo Zizhan felt it was a pity, but he did not regret what he had done.
His luck was bad, but he could not let his character be bad too. The children had scraped together a million, which was probably everything they had.
Who would gamble their luck on a stranger? Their parents probably would not agree either. He would keep looking for inspiration and hope that one day he could surpass himself.
Although life had beaten him down time and again, Mo Zizhan felt much more at peace after airing his grievances. What surprised him even more was receiving a call from Shen Yu before the sun had set, the boy's clear voice brimming with delight.
When he learned that the five of them were determined to invest and had even obtained their parents' permission, Mo Zizhan was too astonished to speak.
By the time night fell, the quiet private dining room was brightly lit. Mo Zizhan nervously looked at the man in a sharp suit opposite him, unconsciously tightening his grip on the draft papers he carried everywhere.
"Relax, we're just having a simple chat." Shen Xubai calmly sipped his tea. Having learned from his youngest brother that the other man had not eaten, he had specifically chosen mild, home-style dishes.
"Sir." Although Mo Zizhan thought he was older, he still addressed him respectfully. After all, Shen Xubai had a distinguished air.
"My brother likes to make a fuss. Children have all sorts of ideas, so let me apologize first for the unexpected intrusion." Impeccably courteous, Shen Xubai offered a few reassuring words before remembering to apologize for Shen Yu's rash approach to discussing a partnership.
"No, no, not at all." Thinking Shen Xubai disapproved of the boys' idle talk, Mo