Looking at the shopkeepers who dared not even raise their heads, Shen Zikuang understood everything.
His father already knew everything about the situation here!
"Father, please believe in your son. Pharmaceuticals are the future hope of the Shen Family. I will definitely find a way..."
"Shut your mouth!" Shen Wanzhen punched the small tea table next to him. The delicate table fell over under his force, making a loud noise.
"Father..."
Shen Zikuang tried to explain, but Shen Wanzhen brutally interrupted him.
"Don't call me father! You are no longer my son! Since you dared to spend such a large sum of money to build a pharmaceutical factory, you should have prepared for failure! Poor me, the Shen Family's century-long foundation is ruined in your hands."
Shen Wanzhen's eyes, wide open, bulged with infinite rage, his face swelling even rounder, hiding even his usual wrinkles.
He stood up, angrily pointing at the pharmaceutical factory's facilities!