Hearing this, Zhang Fuyong, who was drinking tea, sprayed it everywhere. His eyes widened as he stared at Lin Feng in utter shock.
"What did you just say?" he sputtered. "You bought back the Chuxue Hotel? Are you kidding me?"
"Do you have any idea what that hotel's market value is right now?"
"It's not as if they'll sell it just because you want to buy it!"
Lin Feng paused for a moment before replying, "Dad, I'm not kidding. I really did buy the hotel."
Zhang Fuyong was dumbfounded. "It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that..." This is unbelievable.
He knew his son-in-law was wealthy. After all, his tens of billions made him a magnate even in a place like Modu. But even for people at that level, the hotel wasn't something one could buy just because they wanted to.
"Dad, I'll go pack our things," Lin Feng said, changing the subject.
After that, he told Zhang Yuxi the news. Zhang Yuxi always went along with Lin Feng's plans, so the couple began packing together.
