Feng Yese's feelings were truly complicated. With such a massive Energy Stone Mine, how could he not covet it?
Yet his once-prosperous family had suddenly suffered disaster. That experience had left an unforgettable mark on him.
Then he had drifted from place to place for over thirty years. He had seen the coldness and warmth of this world far too clearly.
Without sufficient strength, possessing immense wealth was not a pleasant surprise—it was something to be terrified of!
So although he coveted it, he had not dared to set his sights on it—not even thinking about it was permissible.
But he truly could not resign himself to letting go of the mine completely. It had once been his father's property.
In other people's eyes, Feng Wenshan might have been a bastard, a villain, or even scum!
But to Feng Yese, he had been a qualified father—at most, a little hot-tempered.
No matter what, he wanted to secure some shares in the mine. It was a way to remember and honor his father.
If one percent was too much, then less was negotiable.
But at the absolute minimum, it could not be lower than one-thousandth.
By the Empire's common standards, anything below that did not count as being a true shareholder, merely a participant with an investment.
Feng Yese did not want to cling to the line either—that would be somewhat disrespectful to his deceased father. Thus, his psychological bottom line was two-thousandths.
Yet two-thousandths of two trillion was worth four billion, while one percent would amount to twenty billion.
And he was merely an A-rank, with no backing whatsoever! If he were judging someone like that, he would ask: What right do you have?
Or was he really... not afraid of being stuffed to death?
Still, if he did not