"I'll handle the company affairs, just pass everything directly to me, and I'll take care of it," Chen Qianmo said. It wasn't a compromise, he simply didn't want his mother's past efforts to go to waste.
Chen Bo'an was somewhat dissatisfied, "Do you plan to remotely manage the company's affairs?"
"You have the right to refuse," Chen Qianmo replied indifferently, his voice allowing no room for negotiation, no room for discussion.
Chen Bo'an knew that if he refused his son this time, his son would completely sever ties with the family. Chen Qianmo had always rejected the old man's attempts at arranging a marriage, preferring to give up all his inheritance.
It was only after he had made his own compromise that his son, Chen Qianmo, agreed to handle some of the company's affairs.
He had no choice but to nod, "Then handle the company affairs well, and if there's anything you're not familiar with, feel free to consult with the seniors in the company."