Old Zhang was full of energy, without a hint of illness; he didn’t need any rest at all.
Upon seeing Wan Donglin, he was extrely enthusiastic: "Little Wan, have a seat."
Wan Donglin was very cautious, given he was an elder.
Old Zhang engaged in small talk: "Is your mother doing well? The last ti I saw her was five years ago, she was in good health then. How has she been these past few years?"
"My mother has been practicing Tai Chi consistently, she’s quite robust."
"Tai Chi is a good thing. I’ve always wanted to practice, but there are too many things and tasks, so I couldn’t keep it up."
Wan Donglin smiled: "I heard that your biggest hobby is golf."
"I haven’t played golf these past two years either. Sigh, with so many worries, I’ve neglected my hobbies."
As soon as Wan Donglin heard this, he started to get a sense of the situation.
Old Zhang finally got to the main point: "I was classmates with your father back in the day, though he was a few years ahead. Your father was always low-key and cautious, and in our circle, he was known as a man of integrity, highly respected."
Wan Donglin was very humble: "To have received such praise, I’m sure my father is very gratified in spirit."
"Unfortunately, the old fellow passed away early. That’s why your mother decided to completely step back back then..."
After her husband died, Liu Daqing, having weathered countless storms in her early years and seeing through the ways of the world, no longer had the heart for the fight, so she completely changed the direction of the family, aiming just to live comfortably as a tycoon. Why cling to power struggles?
That’s how influence fades.
The Wan Family gradually only had business and money left, along with the previously accumulated status and reputation, and was no longer a target that competitors were eager to eliminate or compete against.
However, this also left a significant hidden risk; when storms co, only then would one realize that the power they held was not what it used to be—otherwise, how could they be repeatedly threatened by enemies?
"Last ti, the thing you gave , I looked at it, it was very important..."
Wan Donglin listened very carefully.
"Little Wan, can you give the entire file?"
Wan Donglin remained composed: "Of course. When I gave it to you, I had no intention of being discreet."
Old Zhang laughed, without waiting for him to speak, very straightforward: "I will agree to all your requests. During this ti, whatever help you need, just say the word, I’ll provide all the resources I can."
Wan Donglin also laughed.
Talking with soone like Old Zhang was pleasant, there was no need for beating around the bush, or even mutual probing. They weren’t always sly and cunning, sotis they were startlingly frank when there was no need for false courtesies.
So, very good.
"Thank you."
"No need to be polite. Give my regards to your mother. Tell her, her old friend has been thinking of her."
"Thank you, my mother has been thinking of you as well."
When they parted, the wind had picked up.
There was even a slight chill, the pre-dawn sky was pitch black, only the sound of the wind howling through the car window could be heard.
This was a gamble—a gamble that might determine the fate of the entire family.
He hadn’t even discussed it with his mother—even this was the first ti he made a decision without consulting her.
The two major companies were clashing, one force was aggressive and the other lay low. From the outside, it seed one had fully gained the upper hand, but the real situation, who could say for sure?
If he completely lost the gamble this ti, he would et a very tragic end.
But, he had no other choice.
Zhang Xiang did not dare to inquire, only noticing that the Third Young Master had kept his eyes closed, looking extrely weary. He couldn’t even remind him that in the coming month, there were over a hundred scheduled engagents, leaving hardly any ti for als or sleep.
The car reached a turning point, suddenly the sound of banging could be heard.
Wan Donglin had been sitting with his eyes closed, but at this mont, his long-trained alertness kicked in imdiately, and Zhang Xiang also said in a low voice, "This isn’t good..."
Wan Donglin’s expression changed drastically: "That’s in the direction of the vacation villa... turn back imdiately, hurry..."
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