Grandpa Sun sat in his living room, facing Yang Bojun. "Listen, I didn't know that your mother—"
"What, that she kept the baby you wanted discarded?" Yang Bojun interjected.
"The thing is, it was complicated back then."
"Right, now let's get to the reason why you called me here."
"I wanted to give you this." Grandpa Sun handed Yang Bojun a brown file.
Yang Bojun raised an eyebrow, took the file, and said, "I assume this is something that will make me smile."
"I hope so," Grandpa Sun sighed. "Well, I was hoping you also wouldn't mind changing your surname to Sun."
Yang Bojun raised his brows, chuckled, and said, "Let's first see what you have for me here, then we can discuss that, right?"
"Yeah, sure," Grandpa Sun replied.
Yang Bojun opened the file, scanned it for a few minutes, and said, "5%? Really, it's been almost 6 decades and you think 5% shares will make up for it?"
