Back then, Shan Zeming's father ran a supply and marketing cooperative in town.
His father wanted Shan Zeming to take over the business someday. In the end, faced with his father's ironclad resolve, Shan Zeming had no choice but to take over.
Heaven knew how unwilling he'd been.
And now Shan He was going through almost exactly the same thing Shan Zeming had once experienced.
Shan Zeming felt torn. Do I have to force my son to come back and take over from me, too?
If he'd gone into clay sculpting back then, maybe he'd be a master sculptor by now.
And if his son stayed on the basketball path, maybe he'd become a basketball star someday.
But the pain in Shan Zeming's eyes was gone in a flash. He quickly remembered how his father had forced him to take over, and how he'd gone on to become a retail magnate.
Now he was making his son come back and take over from him, so his son wouldn't have to fight tooth and nail on the court.
On the contrary, if his son took over, Shan Zeming would have already paved the way for him. He'd avoid a lot of detours and wouldn't have to endure so much hardship.
Whether he achieved anything in basketball was up in the air. But if he took over the business, he'd definitely be spared all that hardship. Instead, he'd enjoy the kind of life millions dreamed of.
Parents always wanted the best for their children.
So he made up his mind at once.
No matter what, he had to make his son take over from him.
That left his son with only five or six years of basketball. So, for those five or six years, he'd let him do whatever he wanted on