"What do you want?"
Sheng Jing toyed with the teacup in his hand, raised his head, and met Shen Jianping's eyes, asking out loud.
"To not seize what heaven bestows, one will suffer its curses. To not welcome the timely, one will bear its calamities." In Shen Jianping's eyes burned a wild fire, a thing called ambition: "Brother Sheng Jing, if you are willing to lend me a hand, great things can be achieved."
"Oh?" Sheng Jing looked at Shen Jianping with confusion and asked out loud, "So confident?"
"Yes." Shen Jianping nodded and said, "Today is different from the past, opportunities are right in front of us. As long as we reach out, we can embrace them."
"By then, my son will hold the country's helm, Xin Huai will become a mother of a nation... The Sheng Family will take it to a higher level, prosperous beyond words."
"This matter..." Sheng Jing said solemnly, word by word, "I cannot make the decision."
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Shen Lewen hesitated to speak.
