Lu Shuren pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something about "melodrama must come from the mother's side."
After a long pause, he crossed the room, standing in front of his very dramatic, very heart-struck son.
"You'll be going to Continent A," he said more firmly now, "Country B specifically. There's an opportunity to set up a mining company. My friend on the ground sent word—the market is ripe, the government's offering incentives, and a lot of land is up for grabs."
Yanchen slowly sat up, the weight of the words starting to settle. "Wait… we're talking minerals? Diamonds? Gold?"
"Exactly. Your job is to secure as much land as possible before other firms swoop in. We'll register the company under our holding group, but it'll be yours to manage."
Yanchen ran a hand through his hair, the gears in his mind turning. Mianmian's face flickered in his thoughts. Her laugh, her soft "you may" from earlier at the lake. His smile slowly faded into something more focused.
