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"What? Shang Gong?" Niu Xingwang's eyes widened as he listened to Gu Qingyi's report.

"Bring him to see me. No, wait, I'll go over there," Niu Xingwang said.

He looked a little flustered.

"Exactly 10 minutes. Chairman Niu, you're in luck," the man said with a smile, glancing at his watch as Niu Xingwang approached.

"This isn't the place to talk. Please, both of you, come with me," Niu Xingwang said, ignoring the man's arrogance and stepping aside to invite them in.

The man pursed his lips, nodded, and said,

"Alright!"

Subsequently, the group walked into the reception room.

"Qingyi, you can leave. Close the door and don't let anyone in," Niu Xingwang instructed.

"Okay!" Gu Qingyi nodded and then left, closing the door behind her.

"You said just now that you're from Shang Gong?" Niu Xingwang asked.

"That's right," the man said, crossing his legs.

"But as far as I know, Shang Gong was shut down after the incident," Niu Xingwang said.

"You said it yourself, that's as far as you know," the man chuckled.

"You mean, Shang Gong is still… around?" Niu Xingwang looked somewhat agitated, his eyes widening.

"This chamber of commerce of yours is quite impressive. It's very famous now," the man said, changing the subject instead of answering Niu Xingwang's question.

Niu Xingwang was an old hand and knew what the man wanted as soon as he heard his words.

He was preparing to ask for benefits.

"Why should I believe you?" Niu Xingwang suddenly thought of a possibility and calmed down to ask.

He couldn't help but suspect that there was a trick involved. After all, he was very famous now, and it was normal for some people to use this to their advantage.

"I'll just say one thing: your son is still alive. As for whether you believe it or not, judge for yourself," the man said with an attitude of 'take it or leave it'.

"He… is he really still alive?" Niu Xingwang choked up a little, his hands clenched tightly as he tried hard to restrain himself.

"Alive is alive, but his condition isn't very good. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's tragic. Now he can only lie in a hospital bed, clinging to life with the help of machines," the man said, shaking his head theatrically.

Niu Xingwang clenched his hands even tighter when he heard this.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the man.

"You look very angry, but I suggest you restrain yourself. I'm not a very patient person, and I tend to be impulsive. If I do something uncontrollable, it won't be good for anyone," the man said.

"State your purpose," Niu Xingwang took a deep breath and asked.

"I want 70% of the chamber of commerce's shares," the man said.

"Impossible!" Niu Xingwang interrupted directly.

"So, there's no room for negotiation?" The man had anticipated Niu Xingwang's answer and wasn't in a hurry.

"The chamber of commerce isn't a joint-stock company, and there's no official supervision. It's meaningless for you to want shares, right? Besides, even if I gave them to you, I could completely deny it," Niu Xingwang said.

He had to ease the atmosphere. His son's life was in the other party's hands and could be in danger at any time.

"You're right, so since I want 70% of the shares, I naturally want the same proportion of management rights," the man said.

"Is this your personal action, or…?" Niu Xingwang asked.

"Hahaha, there's no difference, because I call the shots at Shang Gong," the man laughed.

"I want to see my son first!" Niu Xingwang said.

"Originally, I could satisfy your request. It's just that your good-for-nothing son can't stand any tossing around. If he were to breathe his last because of it, it would be too embarrassing. So, I can only bring you some photos. Take a look," the man said.

It was impossible to get the management rights of the chamber of commerce from Niu Xingwang with empty words, so there had to be something substantial.

The man gestured, and the woman who had been following him nodded, stepped forward, and handed over an envelope.

Niu Xingwang's hands trembled as he quickly opened the envelope and took out a stack of photos.

In the photos, a young man with short hair was lying in a hospital bed with his eyes closed. His body was covered with wires and tubes of various colors.

Niu Xingwang looked at the photos, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

That's right, this was his son.

"How did he become like this?" Niu Xingwang's eyes flashed fiercely.

"An accident," the man didn't say much.

Niu Xingwang didn't delve into it. The most important thing now was to find a way to save his son.

"I need to consider this matter," Niu Xingwang said.

"Alright, but you only have one day. I'll be back at this time tomorrow, and I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer then," the man smiled, turned, and left the office.

After the two left, Niu Xingwang contacted Dongfang Chen.

Inside the main base.

Dongfang Chen had been looking at the photos in his hand.

"Brother Niu, why haven't I heard you mention your son before?" Dongfang Chen asked.