When Shen Liangchuan arrived at the Shen family's old home, the Senior Master was seated on the sofa reading the newspapers.
The moment the Senior Master saw his grandson, he beamed and pointed at the sofa seat in front. "Take a seat."
Shen Liangchuan lowered his head and sat down.
The Senior Master looked at him for a moment and then went straight to the point, "I'd like to hand over half of the Shen family's assets for you to manage, if you were to agree to come back. What do you think?"
He frowned.
Standing up and looking at the young man, the Senior Master continued, "Liangchuan, I've been waiting for your return for eight years! Are you going to keep rejecting me?"
Half of the Shen family's assets was a substantial bait that anyone would have found irresistible.
But unexèctedly, Shen Liangchuan had declined a few times in the past.