"Ah, I'm already an old man, can't move around much anymore, but my children should still go out and see the world."
"With such a big family business, are you really willing to let it go?" asked Song Xiaodong.
"It's just money. Give you one dollar, you can buy a bottle of water. Give you five million, you can buy a house. Give you fifty billion, it's just a number." Chen Lin, already in his sixties, had become indifferent to many things.
"I'm just thinking of making some arrangements for my children, letting the old man see his great-great-grandchildren. That's my only thought." Chen Lin spoke to Song Xiaodong as if it was a casual chat, but every word made sense.
"If the old man can see his great-great-grandchildren, and my children can step out into the world, everything of the Chen Family will be yours, Mr. Song."
"I have enough money, and power doesn't interest me."
Song Xiaodong spoke truthfully.
"Mr. Song, I've climbed to where I am today not just with money and power."
