Li Corporation, Mainland China
"See? Isn't this easy?" Mr. Li Han smiled at his youngest son. "Now you will get the contract, and they won't be able to do anything about it."
A sigh escaped his son's lips. He eyed the entertainment news on his tablet before staring at his father's eyes. "I don't like it." He answered. "You can't just use my name to get close to them. In fact, you cannot just use my name every time you want to make a contract with a company."
"Why not?" his father asked before he finished a glass of whiskey. "You have my genes, my talents, I created your name, your contracts." He gave him an unamused look. "Besides, this is for our family's business. I will contact them soon — in fact, I might just do that tomorrow. Give them a call and set up a meeting."
"Father— "
"No buts, Young Xiao. You owe this to your family. Plus, you get the money and everything. Why are you complaining?"
"Father—"
