"So you've made a little success out there, and now your head's grown so big it can touch the sky, huh?"
Duan Hongqing angrily scolded, "What's the matter? Think I'm senile and can be easily fooled by a young punk? That Qingyuan Group can't survive without you, Duan Zhengwei, is that it?"
"No, Dad, that's not what I mean..."
"Then what do you mean?" Duan Hongqing interrupted, "The man who received endless praises from me and Sir Zhou, how has he become an arrogant good-for-nothing in your eyes?
Duan Zhengwei, what disgusting things have you been doing, really thinking that with the emperor far away, I can only play the blind man and the deaf man?
Qingyuan Group was founded by me single-handedly. If you weren't my flesh and blood, you would have been sent packing a long time ago.
And arranging for a faulty car to pick someone up, how childish is that? Are you a three-year-old kid?