Old Qian Dong's eyes lit up. He suddenly grabbed Wenren Sheng's hand tightly. "Are those things really there?"
"They are, but you'll have to give up everything you have now," Wenren Sheng said seriously.
"In my condition, what can I do even if I don't want to give it up?" Old Qian Dong looked at the tubes covering his body and forced a smile.
All at once, he understood his grandson's actions.
What was the point of inheriting the corporation?
Fifty years later, he would still end up like him, lying in a hospital bed and barely clinging to life.
He clearly possessed hundreds of billions more in assets than Ordinary People, yet the ending was the same. How could his proud, gifted grandson possibly accept that?
If there were no opportunity, then so be it—he could numb himself with other things. But if there was one, he would never let it go, no matter what.
Even if it was a Dream World, countless people had been willing to offer up their flesh, blood, and property for worlds that existed only in words. How much more so for a world in dreams that felt even more real?
"I understand now. What truly kept him from waking up was himself, which is why no Doctor or hospital could help. If the patient himself doesn't want treatment, then no matter how good the Doctor or how effective the medicine, it will be useless, because he'll choose to kill himself," Old Qian Dong sighed.
"Since that's the case, we can fool Young Master into coming back to handle the corporation's affairs for a while, then let him go back in," Butler Qian suddenly said.
Old Qian Dong's gaze turned cold as he looked at Butler Qian.
Anyone else could have said that, but