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"Mr. Yuan, long time no see."

The brown blinds cut the light that came in into countless pieces, falling on the people who had just walked in.

The perfectly tailored suit was crisp and straight, the watch exposed from the cuff reflected the faint light, the smooth and shiny leather shoes turned under the table, making a crisp sound, and then both parties sat down in laughter.

"It's been a long time indeed, A-chan."

Opposite him was a middle-aged man with slightly graying temples. His figure and temperament were well maintained. Although he was not very good-looking, his aura made people ignore this fact, leaving only the impression that he had been in a high position for a long time.

At this moment, he put on a kind expression that was very inconsistent with his aura. He sighed and carefully looked up and down the young man sitting opposite him, then nodded: "Very good, you don't know how happy I am when I know you are standing up again - young people like you should be full of vigor and vitality in the business world. God is still wise, otherwise I would probably have to go back to China to pray to the gods and Buddha less often every year."

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Yuan. Please invite me to come with you next time you go to worship Buddha."

"This kid didn't believe in Buddhism before, but now he says something like this. It shows that he and Mr. Yuan are very compatible."

Another voice attracted Mr. Yuan's attention.

But after just one glance, the smile in his eyes faded, and he greeted her calmly: "Boss Wen."

As he spoke, he also said to the other two guests beside him: "This is A-Chan's father, President Wen Rong, who is currently acting as the chairman of the Wen Group."

Wen Rong didn't show any sign of unhappiness at being treated poorly on his face. Instead, he smiled and shook hands with them as if nothing had happened.

After a round of greetings, the main topic finally began.

"A-Chan, I thought you originally asked me out just to get together, drink some wine, play some ball, or something like that, but it seems that even though the meeting place is at the stadium, your intention for the meeting is more than just a simple gathering, right?"

"Yes." Wen Can said without beating around the bush, "I hope Uncle Yuan will vote for my father at the shareholders' meeting soon."

Wen Rong didn't seem to expect him to be so straightforward. His facial expression paused, and he didn't want to turn around to look at him, so he had to pick up the teacup and drink tea to hide his expression.

The people on the opposite side couldn't help but be stunned.

"Shareholders' meeting. I know about this. I hadn't planned to come back to attend it, but I had some other things to deal with when I returned to China recently, so I wanted to attend it by the way - but this vote you mentioned..."

Mr. Yuan looked back and forth between the father and son with hesitation: "Are you asking me to vote for the change of legal person, or for the position of chairman?"

Wen Rong paused for a moment when he was about to put down the cup, then moved his hand back to his lips calmly, as if this cup of tea was some kind of rare treasure that was worth him savoring over and over again.

"Of course, vote for both." Wen Can said.

President Yuan's smile disappeared, and his brows slowly frowned. Finally, he looked at Wen Rong and shook his head: "Ah Can, I have no opinion on President Wen, but the company's decision is closely related to the interests of us directors. I can't ignore my own interests just because of my friendship with you, right? The shareholders will not agree with that."

Wen Rong's mouth froze.

President Yuan glanced at him calmly and said with a faint smile, "President Wen, I didn't interact with you much before, but I didn't expect you to be such a generous person. I thought you were here to bring him to suggest that I vote for Ah Can, but I didn't expect it to be the other way around. No wonder people on the Internet say that you two have a deep father-son relationship."

"..."

The tone seems to be a compliment, but the content is actually a hidden thorn.

Wen Rong's face twitched. He put down his teacup and gave a helpless smile: "I would like to do what you said, Mr. Yuan, but Ah Can is unwilling to do so. I can't ignore the child's thoughts."

"Oh?" President Yuan frowned and looked at Wen Can, "Can you really not want to return to the company?"

"I really don't want to." Wen Can sighed.

With this sigh, his elegant and upright sitting posture also changed. His shoulders slumped slightly, his legs spread apart, his hands supporting his face, and he became lazy all of a sudden, with a weak look in his eyes. "Uncle Yuan, you know me. I used to work really hard. When I was discussing cooperation with you, I could take two red-eye flights a day, negotiate with people for four hours without sleeping, and work hard with the legal department for half a month to revise the contract. I didn't feel tired at that time because I didn't know what else I could do besides work. But it's different now."

He took Mr. Yuan's cup, picked up the teapot and poured him some tea. He spoke slowly amid the sound of running water: "Although I was decadent and degenerate while in the wheelchair, I really enjoyed a period of time when I didn't have to think about anything or do anything. I have never lived such an idle life in my life. So when I stood up again, for the first time, I felt like changing the way I live."

Mr. Yuan frowned even more tightly, took the teacup and took a sip, his eyes full of doubt.

Wen Rong also sighed upon seeing this: "You may not know that Ah Can's dream when he was a child had nothing to do with the company - he wanted to go out to sea and build a fleet to chase whales. His grandfather said that his dream was not a proper career, but his mother and I both supported him."

Wen Can lowered his eyebrows and eyes, his expression undetectable.

A layer of sadness appeared on Wen Rong's slightly swollen face: "In fact, I have always felt guilty towards Ah Can over the years. I clearly supported his dream and said that I would support any choice he made. However, because of my incompetence, he was trapped in a position he didn't like for such a long time."

As he spoke, he sat up straighter, his eyes extremely serious, and he looked directly at Mr. Yuan opposite him with determination and pressure: "I know that many directors probably don't trust me, and think that I am not as talented in business as Ah Can - but the group is a big ship after all, not a plane that can take off with business talent. I think as long as I work hard and be cautious enough, it will not be a problem to keep this big ship on the right track and let it continue to bring continuous benefits to the directors."

"Even if you feel uneasy, as a father, I will take on the responsibility no matter what, as this is the greatest support I can give my children. Even if I have to work day and night, forget about food and sleep to study again, or be scolded by shareholders in the office, I will never be a deserter and let Ah Can give up his dream and be dragged back into this prison."

Mr. Yuan was silent for a while and looked at Wen Can.

The young man held up his face and smiled at him, as if to say "Look how much my dad loves me."