Old Man Chen sat on the chair and asked seriously, "Son, do you know Secretary Yu?"

Hearing that he was asking about Secretary Yu, Chen Tinghan felt relieved and answered carefully, "I know him. He's the driver of my sister's friend named Lin. I've met him a few times."

Old Man Chen blew his beard and said, "What do you mean by 'your sister's friend'? Tell me, who is her friend?"

"...my friend."

He nodded and said, "Are you familiar with this Secretary Yu?"

"We've met a few times and exchanged a few words." Chen Tinghan lied calmly, asking in confusion, "What's wrong? Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Old Man Chen nodded thoughtfully, not wanting to explain, and simply said, "Children shouldn't ask too much about adult matters."

Chen Tinghan squinted at him and said, "You said so. Don't look for me for old-age care in the future. After all, adults shouldn't ask too much about the affairs of the elderly."

"You stinky brat!" Old Man Chen blew his beard and glared, scolding with a smile: "How dare you talk to me like that? Are you itching for trouble?"

His face didn't show any anger, but rather some worry. Perhaps Chen Tinghan's recent behavior made him feel that his son had finally grown up and was willing to talk about something, so he sighed and said, "Okay, it might be something related to you anyway. My family is going to do a business soon, you know?"

Chen Tinghan nodded, pretending to know something: "Oh, it's the building materials business?"

"More than that," Old Man Chen said, dangling a cigarette from his lips. "Building materials, engineering, garbage houses, whatever we have, we do. When doing business, it's inevitable that there will be competitors. Now, our family has to find reliable allies while being wary of those rivals who do bad things."