Sun Weilong sat with his arms folded, listening irritably to the man before him. Yang Bojun said, "Come on, brother, we both know that your son is too young and inexperienced to run such a large conglomerate by himself."
Sun Weilong retorted, "Half-brother, you are nothing but a bastard child that our father didn't want."
Yang Bojun feigned hurt, saying, "Ouch, that cuts deep. We are brothers, and this is a new age. We can't rely on the ways of our forefathers."
Sun Weilong, growing impatient, asked, "Why are you here? I'm sure it's not to insult my son to my face."
Yang Bojun smirked. "Yes, straight to the point. I like that." He cleared his throat and said, "I want your shares."
Sun Weilong scoffed. "What makes you think I will hand over my shares to you, a complete stranger?"
Yang Bojun chuckled coldly. "Your wife was a beautiful woman."
Sun Weilong, taken aback, asked, "What does my late wife have to do with any of this?"
