Although Ling Feng was one of the Eight War Gods of the Underworld, facing 5 billion US Dollars, he couldn't possibly remain unmoved!
"Uncle Yun, I'm feeling a bit dizzy now!" Ling Feng asked, "Do you mean that I have inherited 40% of my father's shares, valued at 5 billion US Dollars?"
"Exactly," Yun Yang said indifferently.
"However..." Yun Yang continued, "Although I could give you these shares right now, and you could live comfortably for the rest of your life, I don't want to do that!"
"Uncle Yun, what do you mean?"
"It's simple. I don't want my old friend's son to become a good-for-nothing who only knows how to eat, drink, and be merry!" Yun Yang said seriously, "These shares are yours, but I'm not going to give them to you right now! Over the years abroad, you haven't received a formal education, which is a great pity in life! So, I have an idea!"
Ling Feng sat up straight, "Uncle Yun, please tell me!"
