"Do you think business is that easy? That you can just decide not to lose money? If it were, then hell, I might as well not have paid for your education! You could have just stayed home and dreamed up a fortune!"
Shen Feng clenched his fists, his expression dark and terrifying.
It was Li Xiaomei, standing to the side, who couldn't take it anymore. Her eyes red, she said, "Zhengfeng, the boy is just trying to build a career for himself. Why do you have to talk to him like that? Besides, the paint factory is about to go bankrupt and can't even pay its workers. Why not let Xiao Feng make one last use of it? Maybe he'll make a fortune!"
Shen Zhengfeng sneered. "All you know is giving shots and prescribing medicine. What do you know about business? You said it yourself—'maybe' he'll make money. What about 'maybe' he'll lose it all! If he loses everything this time, not only will our whole family be left with nothing to eat, but he and I might even end up in jail!"
