"Father."
The middle-aged man didn't dare to argue, just his lips opening and closing slightly, still looking a bit resentful, he voiced: "That's easier said than done. I'm a man after all, and I often appear in public. If the public and those who usually oppose me knew about this, wouldn't it be a huge loss of face for me?"
"Just a minor loss of face."
The old man sitting on the sofa slowly put down his cup of tea and said softly: "A man's face is the least valuable thing. Adjust your mindset and cooperate with the Federation on this operation. If this operation is successful, it will be our Shaw family's greatest opportunity for prosperity."
"A man's face is the least valuable thing?"
The man stumbled for a moment, then blurted out almost instantly: "Isn't it said that gold is beneath a man's knees?"
"Yes, what is gold? It is a means of exchange, a type of currency, now do you understand?"