I'll give you ten million

Hearing such nonsense, Wang Xiuyuan's forehead was practically covered in black lines. What kind of madness was this?

"I don't think I've ever even stepped through the front door of your Wang family home, nor do I have any intention of fighting you brothers for the family property. Why must you come and disturb my life?

If there's something to discuss, you could have just approached me directly and openly. You didn't even try to talk to me before sending people to give me such a 'memorable' lesson. Isn't that a bit impolite?"

"Hahaha, this is just helping you preview your lessons.

I wanted you to feel the hardships of the curriculum first. That way, wouldn't it be much easier to talk when I finally came to find you?

Your mother is already dead. Although you haven't shown any undue ambition yet, there's no telling what might happen in the future.

You're a top student at Yale University. If you show impressive ability after graduation, who knows, you might even enter our family company. God knows what the final outcome would be.

So, to ensure nothing goes wrong, I want you to sign an agreement. You will personally and permanently waive your right to inherit Wang An's estate and promise to transfer those inheritance rights to me.

In exchange, I will compensate you with a one-time payment of ten million US dollars in cash. That's a lot of money, and I can even cover the gift taxes."

Wang Lie's words were very blunt. Wang Xiuyuan had to voluntarily waive his right to inherit Wang An's property. Even if that irresponsible, cheap father of his, Wang An, left him some inheritance, the beneficiary would automatically become Wang Lie.

Wang Lie had certainly gone to great lengths to secure the family fortune.

Although Wang Lie's behavior seemed a bit crazed to Wang Xiuyuan, he completely understood Wang Lie's thinking. After all, because an illegitimate son shares a blood relation, they also possess the legal right to inherit.

Even if Wang Xiuyuan hadn't shown the slightest intention of fighting for the assets, his identity and bloodline gave him that inherent ability. Clearing obstacles in advance was naturally within the realm of reason.

Why were so many famous ministers and generals in ancient Huaxia, whose merits overshadowed their masters, killed by their emperors? Did they truly have the intention to rebel and take the throne?

In the eyes of an emperor, that didn't actually matter. What mattered was that these ministers and generals possessed the possibility and the ability to succeed in a rebellion.

Those who were emperors naturally couldn't gamble the vast empire and the lives of the entire imperial clan on the hope that these talented subordinates would remain loyal forever. While they still had control over the situation, eliminating ministers with the capacity to rebel was the optimal solution.

As for Wang Lie's past actions, Wang Xiuyuan didn't really care. Anyway, the one who was beaten and bullied was the previous host; what did that have to do with him, Wang Xiuyuan?

Oh, wait, that's not right. It should be said that it didn't have much to do with him.

Since he wasn't the one who personally experienced it, the memories were like a movie—something to watch and then move on from.

Empathy? Non-existent.

As a transmigrator, he knew very well that the currently priceless Wang An Computer Company would meet a very tragic end.

Wang An controlled forty percent of the shares in Wang An Computer Company. At its peak in 1986, the company's total market value reached five billion dollars, making Wang An the wealthiest Chinese man in the world with a net worth of two billion dollars.

However, all this glory was too brief. In 1986, Wang Lie took over as president, causing strong dissatisfaction among many shareholders and senior executives. This led to internal fighting among shareholders and the departure of the management team in droves.

Later, in 1988, Wang An Computer Company suffered a massive loss of 424 million dollars, eventually leading to bankruptcy and liquidation in 1992.

His cheap father Wang An would pass away in 1990. By the time he could actually inherit, the opportunity would have long since passed.

Setting aside how many shares he could actually get, even if he were lucky enough to get a few, what use would they be? After the massive losses in 1988, the stock price of Wang An Computer Company began to nosedive. God only knows how much those shares would even be worth then.

Now, this sucker Wang Lie was willing to cough up ten million dollars to buy out his inheritance rights. Where else could one find such a good deal? This wasn't a rival pressuring him; this was clearly a 'Wealth-Sending Boy'!

This was ten million dollars, and the 'Wealth-Sending Boy' was even generous enough to cover the gift taxes for him.

As for those shares in his cheap father Wang An's hands that were currently worth over a billion dollars—is money even money if it isn't in your own hands?

It was just a string of numbers written in the void, having absolutely nothing to do with him.

As a staunch pragmatist, Wang Xiuyuan had always adhered to the philosophy that only what is held in one's own hand truly belongs to them.

"I agree."

"Huh, what?"

Wang Xiuyuan's crisp and straightforward answer stunned Wang Lie. He seemed unable to believe that Wang Xiuyuan would agree so readily.

"I said I agree. Ten million dollars, and you cover the gift tax on that ten million. You're not going to regret it, are you?"

"Of course not." Wang Lie was taken aback for a moment, then revealed a satisfied smile, his grin exceptionally bright. He turned to the Caucasian man behind him and said:

"Mr. Handruer, please help us handle the formalities. You can call the lawyers now. The contract was drafted before we came, so we can sign it directly.

If you're not comfortable, you can call a lawyer over to check the contract for you. Once the contract is signed, the money can be transferred to your account immediately."

"No problem, sir. This is very simple."

The Caucasian lawyer then pulled several documents from his briefcase and handed them to Wang Xiuyuan.

"This is the contract I drafted. You can have your lawyer come and look it over before you sign."

After receiving the contract, Wang Xiuyuan flipped through it casually. If he hadn't gained all the memories of the previous host, Wang Xiuyuan really wouldn't have understood what was written, as his own English was incredibly poor.

To ensure no problems would arise, Wang Xiuyuan still made a special effort to call a lawyer to review the agreement for him. After all, with ten million dollars at stake, one could never be too cautious.

Under the witness of lawyers from both sides, the agreement between Wang Xiuyuan and Wang Lie was successfully signed.

"I'm glad you could make such a wise choice. This afternoon, the ten million dollars will be deposited into your bank account. You can take the money and enjoy your life."

Having achieved his goal, Wang Lie was extremely happy, looking as if he were about to float away.

The arrogance and disdain in his words practically overflowed, yet Wang Xiuyuan remained incredibly calm, like an outsider who had nothing to do with the matter, as if none of this concerned him.

"Actually, there was no need for you to do this, because I truly never thought about fighting you for the family property.

I know my place. Over the years, because of this 'shameful' identity, I've endured plenty of cold shoulders. So, in reality, I don't want anything to do with your family.

However, being able to get this ten million dollar 'bonus' was something I never expected. It's a pleasant surprise, so I thank you too.

If there's nothing else, Mr. Wang, please suit yourself."

The smile on Wang Lie's face didn't fade because of Wang Xiuyuan's words; on the contrary, he smiled even more brilliantly.

"That's good, that's good. Regardless of whether you had thoughts of fighting for the property or not, now that I've given you the money, you simply can't."

With that, Wang Lie left the hospital room with his lawyer.