In his past life, after graduating and entering the workforce, Arthur had tasted many fine teas. But compared to this one, none of them even came close. They both set down their teacups and moved on to business. Stanley’s face carried a lingering sorrow. He let out a deep sigh. “Mr. Gray, to be honest with you, this company may be small, but I built it from nothing. It is the product of my years of hard work.” Arthur listened quietly, not interrupting. Stanley glanced around his office, his eyes full of reluctant nostalgia. “Every little detail here—I built it all through endless nights of work. If it weren’t for my mother’s illness and the company’s financial struggles, I would never have considered selling it.” There was an unmistakable heaviness in his voice. Arthur raised an eyebrow. So he was selling the company because of his mother’s illness. That explained a lot—Stanley was a man who valued relationships. From their conversation, Arthur learned that Stanley’s mother had been ill for many years, and her medical expenses were a constant financial drain. Meanwhile, his company had been losing money for a long time. He had exhausted his personal savings and was now drowning in debt. The fact that he had managed to hold on until now was impressive. But what stood out most was that, despite his debts, Stanley had never delayed paying his employees’ wages. That was a rare quality in struggling business owners. Stanley pulled out a prepared transfer agreement and placed it in front of Arthur. “Mr. Gray, this is the contract for the transfer of ownership. Please review it carefully. If there’s anything you’re not satisfied with or any terms you’d like to add, feel free to let me know.” Arthur took the contract and read through it meticulously. Business was business—he wasn’t the type to mix personal feelings into negotiations. After carefully reviewing the terms, Arthur nodded in satisfaction. “Mr. Young, you’ve been very thorough. I have no further amendments.” Stanley’s eyes lit up with surprise. He hesitated for a moment before cautiously asking, “Are you sure? Would you like to review it again or discuss it with your family?” After all, Arthur was still just a high school student. Stanley couldn’t help but worry that he lacked the experience to make such a major decision on his own. This contract had been carefully drafted after much deliberation. He had previously sent it to Mr. Watson, the other interested buyer, but Mr. Watson had been dissatisfied with the terms. Their negotiations had stalled because of the unreasonable conditions Mr. Watson demanded. But Stanley needed money urgently—his mother’s condition was worsening, and the hospital bills weren’t going to pay themselves. So far, Mr. Watson was the only one willing to acquire the company. The meeting Stanley had been preparing for earlier was meant to renegotiate the terms and make compromises. Yet now, out of nowhere, Arthur Gray had appeared—without a single demand for additional terms. That meant Stanley could sell the company on fair terms, protecting both his interests and the company’s legacy. Arthur’s lips curled into a smile. He knew Stanley’s concern came from a place of goodwill. He picked up a pen and, without hesitation, signed his name at the bottom of the contract. His handwriting was bold and fluid, exuding an effortless confidence. To Stanley, it looked especially striking. Arthur looked up and said sincerely, “Mr. Young, your contract is fair and reasonable. I am very satisfied. We can proceed with the transfer immediately.” Stanley could hardly believe it. He had never expected things to go so smoothly. He wanted to confirm the decision several more times but hesitated, afraid of appearing disrespectful. For a moment, the nearly fifty-year-old man was overwhelmed with joy, unsure of how to react. It had been so long since he had felt this kind of relief. Ever since the company started losing money and his mother’s illness worsened, the weight on his shoulders had been suffocating. He had employees depending on him, people who needed their wages to survive. He had no choice but to keep pushing forward. Now, for the first time in years, he felt as if he could finally breathe. Tears welled up in Stanley’s eyes. “Good, good, good! Mr. Gray, thank you!” He repeated the word three times, his gratitude overflowing as he extended both hands to shake Arthur’s again. His grip was firm and full of sincerity.Arthur shook his hand in return. “Mr. Young, this is just a fair transaction. There’s no need to thank me.” Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Arthur added, “The transfer process will take some time. Mr. Young, do you need immediate funds? I can advance a portion to help with any urgent expenses.” The company had been on the market for a while. Based on what Stanley had just shared, he had likely reached a critical financial point. If he had hospital bills piling up, he was probably running low on liquid funds.