Su Yanqing had barely finished speaking when Su Mingcheng, seated beside her, finally could no longer hold back. Looking at the old man, he said, "Dad, let me call you Dad one more time."
"As your son, I believe I've been a good and dutiful son all these years. I've never done anything wrong by you. You've always favored your third son, even when we were children, but I've never brought that up."
"When we split up the family, Third Brother took the hotels you owned that were making money. Then you shoved the nearly bankrupt Metal Workshop on me. I didn't even have the option of refusing."
"You said the Metal Workshop was the foundation of your success, and that the people working there were old friends who'd struggled alongside you. You told me to treat them well and not let them lose their jobs or their livelihoods."
"Then you had the nerve to say that Third Brother and I had each inherited half your business."
"Fine. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and take over the Metal Workshop. It took me nearly twenty years to turn that little workshop into a company, building it up step by step until it became a success."
"A few years ago, after I had Yanqing come back to take over the company, she worked hard and grew it even further. That's how we ended up with Su Corporation today."
"Now you want to take Su Corporation away with a single word and hand it to Third Brother. How is that fair to me? Is he your son, but I'm not?"
Clearly, Su Mingcheng was seething with resentment.
He took a deep breath and continued, "Su Corporation's ownership structure is perfectly clear. Aside from a few small shareholders, almost all