Old Xiong gulped a mouthful of water. He tried to process what his granddaughter said. He wanted to ask again if he heard her right. But that would make him look like a fool and would lessen his integrity as a respectable old man.
So he shut up first up and tried to rethink again.
'My granddaughter wants to cut off the company's rights to ArtWorld.'
A project that they would throw away after this month.
'And my granddaughter wants to take this useless project under her wing.'
His granddaughter wants all the rights of the project and owns it.
'Lastly, my granddaughter wants to BUILD IT.'
This was the hardest part to process and to believe.
Old Xiong put down the empty glass and calmly looked at Xiong Zhi like he was not shaken at all.
"Do you know what you are saying?"
