After listening to Brother Qiang's words, Chen Hai was momentarily startled.
"My cousin, in his fifties, still can't settle down?"
"At his age, he still goes abroad?"
He was somewhat speechless inside and muttered to himself.
But after thinking it through, Sun Jinzhong's temperament seemed to have always been like that.
Only when the distillery was operational did he settle down for a while, earnestly devoting himself to the business.
As for the bankruptcy of the distillery, though he found it regrettable, since it had come to this, he had no choice but to accept it.
To be honest, his heart had always been on the Tao Path.
Buying the distillery had merely been a spur-of-the-moment decision.
In terms of business, whether it could develop significantly or not, he really didn't care much.
For him, having money when he needed it was already enough.
The stock certificates of dozens of companies stored in his storage pouch ensured a substantial income each year.
