Wang Ye thought for a moment and did not try to persuade Khovchenko further. He simply smiled and said,
"Looks like you want to enjoy life like Abramovich, Uncle. He's just more high-profile, while you're much more low-key.
That's good too. A lifetime is only a few short decades—why tire yourself out so much?
Besides, you don't need to worry about money.
Ah, I wonder when I'll be able to retire completely and enjoy life like you two."
It was a heartfelt remark.
But if he were truly asked to retire and settle into old age now, Wang Ye probably would not be able to bear it...
After all, he had sacrificed far too much over the years to reach his current position!
Perhaps ten or twenty years from now, after he had truly fulfilled his ambitions and grown weary of political affairs, he would step down at the height of his career and retire like Abramovich and Khovchenko. But definitely not now.
Khovchenko laughed heartily. "At first, I didn't understand Abramovich's decision. I thought he was too timid! But after all these years, I've come to realize that he made the right choice. He and I are the same type of people—we may be geniuses when it comes to business and making money, but when it comes to politics, we really are no match for people like you."
A long-lost bashful smile appeared on Wang Ye's face. He said modestly, "I wouldn't call myself a political genius. I only slowly learned and figured things out after entering the Duma. Even now, there's still plenty I need to learn."
As they chatted, Nova approached quietly, bent down, and said softly, "Dinner is ready."
Wang Ye looked at Khovchenko, rose to his feet, and said, "Let's go, Uncle. We can talk