"Thank you, Director Jiang."
"There's no need to thank me. Good Times' art exhibition did so well this time that all the shareholders are very grateful to you. As for transferring your shares to me, there's no need for that."
Hua Jian sounded apologetic. "I know Good Times' cash flow hasn't really gotten going yet. Suddenly asking for such a large sum right now must have put you in a difficult position."
Jiang Ruiming laughed heartily. "You haven't been in the Imperial Capital lately, so you probably haven't heard. While Good Times' recovery is largely thanks to Yishuang's posthumous works, we have plenty of other outstanding pieces too. The sales from these past few exhibitions have matched our income for the last five years!"
Hearing the sincerity in his tone, Hua Jian sighed inwardly and said gratefully, "Director Jiang, I'll speak to you in person about the shares when I return to the Imperial Capital in a day or two."
Jiang Ruiming's voice rang out. "Don't stand on ceremony. All right, I'm busy, so I'll hang up now."
Listening to the disconnected tone, Hua Jian opened WeChat, his expression subdued.
Ever since running into Madam Hua at the airport, Hua Jian had been thinking about how to deal with her going forward.
Cutting ties was the absolute last resort.
He had never made up his mind. After all, having taken over the original owner's body, ignoring the original owner's birth mother entirely would have been rather heartless.
If Madam Hua hadn't given him a push today, he probably would have kept putting it off.
Once he had actually said those words to Madam Hua, Hua Jian finally shed the shackles weighing on his heart.
The apartment he lived in, his twenty-percent stake in the Entertainment Company, the allowance deposited into