Uncle Fu finished his last puff of cigarette and carefully stomped it out before asking, "Is it just for the praise from your family? That can't be it, you must have bigger ambitions in your mind."
"Heh, what ambitions could I possibly have? Managing my own little patch is enough; I don't even want to deal with other people's business unless it's forced upon me. If one can live a peaceful life, who would choose to be displaced and unsettled?" Song Yun lamented, "It's getting late for the old man, I should be going."
Watching Song Yun's car drive into the distance, Uncle Fu shook his head helplessly and muttered, "If anyone doesn't believe this young man will achieve great things in the future, they must be kidding. He behaves like a bulldozer in business and a wolf fighting for food."
