"Enough."
"You... Sigh..."
Listening to Fang Cheng's calm but firm voice, Mr. Shen felt as if he were back in Tianxiong's days, seeing that unswerving determination in Fang Cheng.
With a bitter smile, he said to Fang Cheng, "Come over to my place, let's discuss this matter together. I'm entrusting you with my reputation after my retirement. Do you think you can handle it?"
"I can."
"Then come! I'll contact some old friends, and we'll tackle this together!"
After hanging up the phone, Mr. Shen looked at himself in the mirror, his once formidable and vibrant reflection now excitedly smiling back at him.
Adjusting his tie, he couldn't help but exclaim, "The old man still has some madness of youth left in him, leading the yellow, lifting the azure!"
"What are you doing?" Mrs. Shen asked, puzzled, "Come and help me peel a couple of oranges."
"Can't. I have something big to do!"
"Get a haircut?"
"Change the world!"
