"Dad, are you sure you won't attend the banquet tonight? Your outfit has been prepared."
In the suburban Song villa, Pei Qiu Yin jokingly asked Old Master Song, who was trimming an ornamental tree in the garden.
"Yes, Dad, come with us tonight, it will be more lively with more people." Song Zi Jian chimed in agreement with his wife's words while stepping forward to help Old Master Song.
It's the thirtieth anniversary of the Song family's business.
Mention of this made Song Zi Jian grin from ear to ear these past few days. After all, he was the founder of the Song Empire and in the blink of an eye, thirty years had passed.
When he first started the company, many people were surprised, saying he was not serious and was not like his brother.
Even his own father thought the same.
Which led to him not being spoken to for several years.
Nor receiving a single phone call.
But now... the Song Corporation he founded has become the commercial overlord of China.