The man came to the car, slapped the hood of the car unceremoniously, and said angrily: "Are you the king of heaven? I can't even invite you!"
This person, whom Jiang Zhihao knew, was none other than Tan Mingyuan, Tan Junda's father.
As a master in the catering industry, Tan Mingyuan's first half of his life was quite colorful, but the second half of his life was not so smooth.
In the previous life, Tan Junda was implicated by Tianmen Liquor Company because his company went bankrupt and returned to his father to inherit the family business. In the fifth year, Tan Mingyuan was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer and died within half a year.
According to the doctor, if he could have had a physical examination a few years earlier, there might be a chance of treatment. Normally, it is not uncommon for cancer patients to live ten or eight years longer after surgery, as long as they are lucky.
This incident hit Tan Junda as much as the bankruptcy of his advertising company. He had always felt guilty for not caring about his father's health and was depressed. When he was in his forties, he retired early due to severe depression. After that, Jiang Zhihao never
I've heard of this name.
The fate of this father and son can be described as very bumpy. Of course, for now, they are still the envied type.
Tan Mingyuan's slap made Tan Junda immediately run out of the car.
No matter how unique he was, he still had an innate sense of awe for his father. As soon as he got off the car, he said with a smile: "Dad, why are you here? I was going to find you."
"Stop bluffing me here. I'll be dead by the time you find me!" Tan Mingyuan said angrily.
Tan Junda laughed dryly and said: "How can you say such words in broad daylight, and let my mother hear it and say it again?"
"Don't make it about your mother, let me ask you, do you plan to wait until I die before getting married and having children? You are almost thirty, why is it so difficult for you to find a serious girlfriend? Do you like men?
"Tan Mingyuan said.
Tan Junda's face turned red when he was asked. This was in front of his advertising company. The front desk staff was not far away. He could hear everything he said. He could only say: "Dad, what are you talking about? What do I like?"
Man, I feel like I’m still young and should focus on my career. It’s not difficult to find a wife, so there’s nothing to be anxious about.”
"Career is the most important thing? Just you? Just this small advertising company with an annual profit of hundreds of thousands?" Tan Mingyuan raised his head and looked at the advertising company's signboard with a look of disdain: "The chef in my restaurant is better than you in the whole year.
You make a lot of money, but you still have the nerve to tell me that your career is the most important thing? You said you have been starting a business for a few years, how much money do you make now? If you really want to make millions a year, I won’t say anything to you.
But now I am still complacent about making hundreds of thousands of dollars a year, do you know how embarrassing I am when I tell people about it?"
It is really embarrassing for a big boss with a net worth of hundreds of millions to have his son only earn a few hundred thousand a year.
But when Tan Junda heard these words, he found them too unpleasant.
He looked a little ugly and said: "I make money based on my own ability. What's the shame? What's wrong with making less? Who says you have to make a lot to start a business?"
"If you can't make money, why are you starting a business? Are you having fun?" Tan Mingyuan said impatiently: "Why don't you tell me these useless things? Just go back to work in catering with me and don't waste your time here! If you follow me again
I fooled you, believe it or not, I will take back your car and house!"
Tan Junda's car is a luxury car worth more than one million, and the house he lives in is a single-family villa worth nearly ten million.
With his income from the advertising company alone, he obviously couldn't afford these, and they were basically paid for by Tan Mingyuan.
When I teach my son a lesson, I often like to use economics to suppress him.
Tan Junda has been taught this lesson before. At that time, he really couldn't make much money, so he could only say nice things to make him happy, and use his mother as a talisman. But this time, Tan Mingyuan made it clear that he wanted to play with you for real.