The Capital.
Yang Huaimin's study.
After several hours of private talks, Doctor walked out, relieved of a heavy burden.
Compared with the worry and melancholy he had arrived with, he now saw a clear path ahead.
It went without saying that he had gained a great deal from this visit.
"Next, as long as I convince Ding and Bai, we'll have landed safely."
Brimming with confidence, Doctor walked over to his personal secretary and asked with a smile, "Have the things been delivered?"
"They've been delivered to the Tian residence as you instructed."
The secretary replied respectfully, "I didn't see Mr. Tian, but Mr. Yun Fei asked me to tell you that he'll arrange an introduction to Minister Bai within three days."
"Excellent."
Doctor let out a long, heavy breath, and even his eyes looked considerably clearer.
As long as he secured Yang, Bai, and Ding's support, he could at least keep their whole group alive.
As for their assets, after spending most of their lives raking it in, money had long since become nothing but numbers.
Even if they handed over eighty percent, the remainder would be enough for several generations to live in comfort.
What Doctor wanted now was to stay alive to enjoy it.
Inside the study.
Looking slightly weary, Yang Huaimin put down his pen.
The young man beside him quickly stepped forward, took some medicine from inside his jacket, and handed it over. "Dad, time for your medicine."
"I'm getting old. I don't have the energy I used to. Ah."
Everyone grew old eventually. Yang Huaimin looked at his son worriedly. "When I'm gone... will you be able to shoulder the responsibility for this family?"
"I don't know." The young man scratched his head sheepishly.
"Hahaha, hiding your talents even from your dad, you brat..."