There are few people in this world who dare to negotiate terms with Mr. Han, because most of those who do are already dead, and those who have survived are without exception from prominent families.
Of course, Mr. Han wouldn't take offense at a mere youth.
On the contrary, he even found Pei Jinye's demeanor somewhat endearing and grounded.
His fingers slid across the papers on the desk, he picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then spoke, "You can choose to go back with me, or continue to stay in Da Peng City for the next ten-plus months. Of course, if you choose to go back with me, I can take care of everything regarding your parents, whether it's their living arrangements or jobs in the big city—it would merely require a word from me…"
"What would I need to do?" Pei Jinye asked curiously his mind alert.
