"Listen here, you little brat. Say that again..."
Sun Yingxiong's face darkened as he stared grimly at Sun Wen and spoke.
"Fifty million."
Sun Wen coughed, his tone righteous and firm.
"What is Old Sun playing at..."
"Is he really going this far to support his grandson?"
Yuan Qingshan and Qi Changshan sat below, their gazes a little vacant and their faces bewildered.
"Don't tell me he got paid..."
Yuan Qingshan smacked his lips, looking eager for gossip.
Qi Changshan shook his head. "No way. It's not like he needs money."
Just then, Sun Yingxiong's voice echoed through the air again.
"Thank you to the Gold Ingot Group for generously sponsoring this tournament, and thank you..."
The two exchanged a silent look. For a moment, even the air seemed to fall quiet.
"He definitely got paid!"
"He definitely got paid!"
They spoke in unison without the slightest hesitation.
"Wow, I heard his grandson started a company, and his Awakening Object..."
"I'm jealous. So jealous."
"Why is my grandson so useless..."
Yuan Qingshan spoke sourly. Thinking of his own good-for-nothing grandson, he momentarily lost all will to live.
Then again, his grandson would come of age next year.
He would most likely go to Ink Academy then, too...
"Say..."
"Old Sun's grandson won't bully my grandson, will he..."
"Like how we used to beat up Old Sun back in the day."
Yuan Qingshan ground his teeth, suddenly feeling a headache coming on.
Qi Changshan nodded silently. "He will. And it's not just yours. My grandson starts school next year, too."
"How about we find a chance tonight to whack young Sun over the head from behind? Otherwise, I feel like we're getting the short end of the stick..."
"Sounds good..."
The two exchanged another look and chuckled.
Qi Changshan in