For Lu Jincai, nothing was more important than freedom, for only with freedom could other possibilities emerge. If he were to be sent to prison, all hope would be lost.
"Those who understand the times are the real heroes. I love this straightforwardness of Uncle's," Shen Junze said with a smile, taking out a document from his bag and handing it to him, "Since that's the case, go ahead and sign."
Lu Jincai took the document and glanced at it, looking at Shen Junze with cold eyes, "You really don't bother to disguise your intentions."
"I call it being well-prepared. This way, we can save each other a lot of trouble."
Shen Junze glanced at the time, "Sign it, I'm in a hurry."
Lu Jincai's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, glaring fiercely at the space for the final signature. This was everything he had worked so many years to obtain, and now he had to surrender it willingly. To say that his heart was bleeding was an understatement.
