With hundreds of thousands casually thrown out, Zheng Wenbin must have used his status to do something.
"You little brat, spill it! Where did you get the money!"
After the three women were sent away, Zheng Aimin pointed at Zheng Wenbin and cursed, "Did you take someone's money!"
"...This is how you think of me."
Hearing his father's words, Zheng Wenbin adjusted his breathing, stared at him, and a mocking smile appeared on his face, "So, this is what my own father thinks of me."
This statement made Zheng Aimin pause. He stared at Zheng Wenbin and continued to question, "Then tell me, where did your money come from!"
"I earned it myself." Zheng Wenbin slowly got up from the ground. He stared at his father, smiling sarcastically, "You never understood me, nor did you ever care about me. You don't know anything about what I've been doing all these years in college."
"During your college years?"
Zheng Aimin had indeed not paid much attention to his son. After his son started middle school, he was busy with military duties, focused on not embarrassing his own father. He only saw Zheng Wenbin once a year during the New Year, and that was it.
He only had a general idea of where his son was studying, what major he was taking, and which hospital he was at.
But he didn't know anything about what else happened during this process.
"When I first entered university, I started my own business. After these years, my company is already worth over a hundred million, and you knew nothing about it." Zheng Wenbin shook his head. "Later, I sold the company for a hundred million and entered the medical system. You didn't know that either. You don't even know I was the most outstanding graduate of my year."
"And you, you just thought I relied on the Zheng family's connections, got in touch with the Dragon Lord, and became the Dragon Lord's personal doctor through inappropriate means?" Zheng Wenbin continued to mock his father, "What do you know? I am the most outstanding among the newly promoted doctors in our hospital. The papers I have published exceed those of many attending physicians."
"And my research direction is how to resist aging... Do you know how many times I fought for a spot by the Dragon Lord's side?"
"You know nothing."
The more Zheng Wenbin spoke, the more unrestrained his laughter became. His smile was manic and uninhibited.
And it was also a smile of despair.
Zheng Aimin frowned. He looked at his son and revealed a truth, "Wenbin, do you know that this position, this opportunity, was given to you because your grandfather said a word to the Dragon Lord?"
"Huh?"
Zheng Wenbin's laughter abruptly stopped.
"Grandpa he?"
"Do you think, no matter how outstanding you are, at your age, as a newcomer who isn't even an attending physician yet, you could really be that person's personal doctor?" Zheng Aimin shook his head. His son was intelligent, indeed, but precisely because he was intelligent, he was too clever for his own good.
"Your company... now that you mention it, I remember." Zheng Aimin suddenly paused, as if recalling something, then he looked at his son and shook his head, "Your uncle seemed to mention this to me back then."
"Uncle?"
Zheng Wenbin's face suddenly turned pale.
He remembered.
His company had been able to do so well because there was always a collaborating company helping him.