Uncle Wang paused, then said, "The agents had already negotiated everything. It came to 3.35 million yuan in total. All that was left was to sign the contract."
Just then, Wang Liang cut in from beside him. "I'll earn that 3.35 million back for you! Anyway, if you take me back now, I'll run away from home again. You can beat me to death, and I'll still run away!"
Uncle Wang's furious voice immediately came through the phone. "You little brat, have you gone completely wild?! I'll take you back and hang you from the doorframe, then whip you until you're dead!"
Wang Yi gave a bitter laugh.
This was why so many father-son relationships in China were strained.
Both father and son had stubborn tempers. It only took a few words for them to lose their cool and start butting heads.
If Wang Liang hadn't cut in just now, Wang Yi thought Uncle Wang might already have been considering it.
But after hearing him say that, Uncle Wang's first reaction had been to drag Wang Liang home and beat him.
He wasn't considering anything else anymore.
Wang Yi pushed Wang Liang aside and said to Uncle Wang, "Uncle Wang, calm down first. As you said, Wang Liang is already sixteen. Sometimes you have to listen to his opinion, too. Think about it—he'd be frowning in front of a livestream camera every day, and now he'd have to keep doing that for another year. Wouldn't he end up making himself sick?"
Then Wang Liang's mother spoke to his father on the other end of the phone. "Wang Yi's right. We've already made all this money. Let the boy do what he likes. How much money is ever enough?"
Wang Yi seized the opportunity. "Besides, Wang Liang is this passionate about