Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 524 - 415: The First [Joint] Operation, Begins!

Chapter 524: Chapter 415: The First [Joint] Operation, Begins!

The Shen family, inside the tea room.

Shen Qingning was initially in a bad mood, but upon seeing Shen Minglang’s face at that moment, the image of that man immediately surfaced in her mind.

As clever as she was, she instantly guessed that her brother had picked up some slick talk from him.

Which amused and exasperated Ningning somewhat.

Shen Minglang, put away your tricks!

You’re going to get yourself killed!

When Shen Guoqiang heard that brat utter "So what," he slightly forcefully placed his tea cup down on the table, producing a "snap—"

The sound wasn’t particularly loud, and Shen Guoqiang didn’t dramatically slam the tea cup onto the table.

Even so, Shen Minglang almost reflexively jumped out of his chair.

Memories from his childhood and rebellious teenage years involuntarily sprang to mind.

His room had three framed calligraphy writings on the wall.

They contained phrases like "Keep your feet on the ground."

Beneath the calligraphy scrolls, broken rattan sticks were also framed in the same case.

Each stick had been broken by Shen Guoqiang while disciplining him and was hung in his room along with admonishing words as both a deterrent and a warning.

It was indeed quite terrifying.

But after Shen Minglang turned eighteen, Shen Guoqiang stopped hitting him.

He also gave his son great freedom, allowing him to do whatever he liked, to open shops if he wanted, but must be responsible for all his actions.

Time passed, and many years flew by.

It had been many years since university, and Boss Shen, who had started businesses several times, deeply realized at this moment: I’m still afraid of my father!

Shen Guoqiang glanced at his son, speechless.

He thought he must have been out of his mind just a moment ago to think that he had matured a lot.

I actually felt relieved and had a few drinks with him!

At that moment, Shen Minglang, tense like a quail, sat in the tea room, temporarily not daring to cause further trouble.

But Shen Guoqiang intentionally let him continue speaking.

He was curious if it was because the business was doing so well now, combined with receiving over a hundred million in financing, that this young bubble tea team had become overly proud and arrogant?

He thought that was actually quite normal.

When he was young, and his career took off, he acted the same way.

What young person isn’t a bit brash?

Being young and significantly successful, not feeling a bit of pride was truly rare.

Some people just show their arrogance openly, while others hide it away in their hearts.

"Seems like you don’t take Yue Tea seriously?" he asked in a heavy tone.

This time, Shen Minglang didn’t dare to be too bold with his words.

He picked up the white tea that Qingning had poured for him, sipped a small mouthful, moistened his throat, and began to recount some of Cheng Zhu’s words to his father.

He started a serious comparison between Youu Tea and Yue Tea, analyzing their strengths and weaknesses.

Shen Guoqiang listened, nodding frequently.

The feeling from when he first returned home surged back, and he began to think, once again, that this unruly son of his had matured a lot.

In the past, he wouldn’t have considered these things, always thinking that his own stores were the best and everyone else was a fool.

He wouldn’t think about the market, just his preferences.

Many second-generation business owners have this problem, thinking they are of high class.

But they don’t understand that running a business isn’t just about that; even if you truly have good taste, you still need to grasp the principle that high art does not appeal to the masses.

Moreover, many people’s so-called taste is just an accumulation of money.

Shen Guoqiang saw the news today; it said Yue Tea incorporated soft European bread elements, but took a completely different approach from bakeries, focusing on bubble tea with the bread as secondary.

Besides, they also promoted fresh fruit bubble tea, using seasonal fruits, and had already launched three new products not available on the market.

Although these three new products weren’t hits, the news wouldn’t write it like that.

Inside the tea room, Shen Guoqiang listened to Shen Minglang for about ten minutes.

He spoke in great detail, considering everything thoroughly.

To put it simply, if he were a venture capital firm, he would feel reassured after hearing such a response from the teams he invested in.

"Are these your own thoughts, or did Cheng Zhu tell you this?" Shen Guoqiang asked at last.

Adhering to the principle of being factual, Shen Minglang forcefully said:

"We discussed it during a meeting!"

Indeed, it was discussed in the meeting.

Cheng Zhu was responsible for speaking at length, and his responsibility was to agree: Right, right, right!

Mr. Shen, upon hearing this, wasn’t as offended by Shen Minglang’s recently arrogant words "So what" anymore.

If this young team was "underestimating the enemy strategically but respecting the enemy tactically," then there wasn’t much of an issue.

He momentarily forgot his earlier displeasure and admitted that his unaccomplished son had indeed grown recently!

Shen Guoqiang looked at him and asked one last question.

"The analysis you’ve done is with Yue Tea operating without support from Shendu Capital; now that they’re backed by Shendu Capital and have an additional hundred million in funds, the situation could be different," he said, giving a slight warning.

"Have you considered this?" he asked, staring into Shen Minglang’s eyes with an aura as commanding as ever.