Chuzheng didn't expect the person she was looking for to be the old man she had given a hand to on that night.
Deng Wanping recognized her and was also very surprised, warmly inviting her inside with a laugh.
When Chuzheng explained the purpose of her visit, Deng Wanping was even more surprised.
If it had been anyone else asking, Deng Wanping would have definitely refused outright.
"You're not that old, are you? What do you want those shares for?"
"..." To squander the family fortune.
Chuzheng made up a few sentences on the spot.
She spoke convincingly, and Deng Wanping seemed to truly believe she was a good person.
"The shares of Shengfeng High School were left by my husband." Deng Wanping said somewhat nostalgically: "They should have gone to our son… but unfortunately, he wasn't lucky and passed away early, leaving just a grandson behind."
The annual dividends from these shares of Shengfeng High School were enough to keep them well-fed and clothed.
