Old Master Su's greatest wish in life was to see the Su Group grow ever stronger. Only then would the Poké Ball manufacturing empire he had built single-handedly have been worthwhile.
But Su Mulin had disliked business ever since he was little, instead showing tremendous enthusiasm for being a Trainer. Old Master Su had indulged him when he was younger. Now that he was old and Su Mulin had reached middle age, Old Master Su had thought he could retire behind the scenes and enjoy his remaining years. Yet just as he was about to hand the Su Group over to his son, Su Mulin suddenly went into politics.
There was nothing he could do. A company this large had close to ten thousand mouths waiting to be fed. Someone had to step forward and manage this mess.
And so, Old Master Su, who had already planned to spend every day fishing, still had not managed to retire. Naturally, he had no pleasant expression to spare for his only son.
In truth, he had tried both the carrot and the stick. Old Master Su had once badgered and coaxed his son, telling him to inherit the empire he had built so that all his painstaking efforts would not go to waste. This was what Su Mulin had said.
"Dad, you don't understand. If I accomplish something in politics, our family business can sail smoothly too. Since ancient times, business fortunes haven't lasted beyond three generations. The families that stay wealthy all have political prodigies among them. Going into politics isn't just about serving my country. It's about serving our family too!"
"Serving, my ass! Aren't your Uncle He and Uncle Long both big shots in politics? How many years did they spend clawing their way up to those positions? Come