Mr. Wang said to Zhou Chen: "Xiao Chen, have you prepared the gift for the old man? You are the old man's only grandson. Don't make the old man angry like you did in the past, and in the end you couldn't even get on the table."

"Mr. Wang, can you not pick up any of the pots without opening them?"

Zhou Chen had a wry smile on his face, he knew the whole story from his memory.

Mr. Zhou has been dealing with medicine and medicinal materials all his life. One time, in order to please the old man, he prepared a special gift.

He carved a precious Polygonum multiflorum plant into a sculpture, which looked very good, but it aroused the thunderous wrath of Mr. Zhou.

Because Mr. Zhou cherishes medicinal materials very much and hates wasting medicinal materials, especially precious medicinal materials, Zhou Chen was taught a hard lesson that time, and Mr. Wang often made fun of him about it.

"But don't worry, Mr. Wang, the gift I prepared this time will definitely make the old man very happy."

He was very confident about this gift. If this gift could not make the old man happy, then probably nothing could make him happy.

"I hope you don't do stupid things again."

Because of his relationship with Mr. Zhou, Mr. Wang also cherishes Zhou Chen as his own junior.

Several people then started a discussion around the recent business, and Zhou Chen discovered a problem. Their industries were basically physical industries, which relied on manpower to support them, such as the transportation industry, factories, etc.

Most of what they talked about was about real industries. Although they occasionally talked about finance and new media, they just talked casually and none of them seemed to be too interested.

However, Zhou Chen soon figured out that these people were not from the rich generation. They all inherited the industries of the previous generation. The industries of that era were basically physical industries.

Everyone knows that finance makes money, but it does not mean that everyone is willing to get involved in this industry, because this industry is indeed very frothy compared to the real industry.

Although Zhou Chen has lived for many years, he can still learn a lot by listening to the exchanges between these elders.

While he was talking, suddenly there was a burst of noise in the hall, as if something had happened, which caused several people to stop talking and turn their heads to look in that direction.

"Xiao Zheng, what's going on? Is there anyone else making trouble?" Mr. Wang asked Zheng Liyuan strangely.

Zheng Liyuan's face was gloomy at this time. This was a dinner party he held, but something went wrong before it officially started. Wasn't this a slap in his face?

"Wait a minute, everyone. I'll go over immediately to see what's going on?"

With that said, he hurried over.

Zhou Chen, who had good hearing, changed his expression slightly, because in the voice just now, he seemed to have heard Zhao Jingyu's exclamation.

He has a strong ability to identify sounds, especially Zhao Jingyu's voice. He has heard it often recently, so he feels that he will not hear it wrong.

"Mr. Wang, it seems something happened to my female companion. I'll go over and have a look." Then he walked over quickly.
Chapter completed!