Zhan Mohan and Zhan Yangyi arrived at a nearby coffee shop and booked a private room.
They hadn't exchanged a word on the way there.
Zhan Yangyi knew exactly what he was about to face. Zhan Mohan would undoubtedly be disappointed with his actions this time.
However, he had no other path to take now; he had to persevere with Chen Yutong.
"Sit," Zhan Mohan said to Zhan Yangyi, then took a seat himself.
Only then did Zhan Yangyi sit down, looking at Zhan Mohan with a serious expression. "Mohan, I know what you want to say, but Yutong and I won't change our minds."
"Is that so?" Zhan Mohan's tone was somewhat dismissive, as if he didn't care.
Zhan Yangyi couldn't quite fathom Zhan Mohan's thoughts. Although he already knew what kind of person Zhan Mohan was, it was only when Zhan Mohan became his adversary that he once again felt how formidable the other man was.
Instantly, the atmosphere in the private room became extremely tense. Even though neither of them spoke further, it was precisely this silence that made Zhan Yangyi feel even more uneasy, as if sitting on pins and needles.
This was one of Zhan Mohan's common psychological tactics.
If he had stated his intentions from the beginning, his opponent would have had an opportunity once they understood his will.
Conversely, in such an environment, the more the other party didn't know what he was thinking, the more flustered they would become, and eventually, without doing anything, they would be at a disadvantage.
This method was often used when the police interrogated criminals. Although Zhan Yangyi was not a criminal, such tactics were undoubtedly necessary.
As expected, after a while, Zhan Yangyi couldn't stand the atmosphere any longer and spoke, "Just say whatever you have to say. We don't need such methods between us."
Only then did Zhan Mohan speak softly, "I want to know what you truly think in your heart."
He looked directly at Zhan Yangyi, not wanting to hear any more words defending Chen Yutong.
He just needed to ascertain whether Zhan Yangyi was truly willing to disrespect Elder Master Zhan for money.
"What do I think?" Zhan Yangyi was somewhat bewildered. "Yutong has already made my thoughts very clear. Grandpa was indeed unfair in this matter. There's nothing wrong with us fighting for better welfare for our child, is there?"
Zhan Mohan, however, shook his head. "You know I'm not asking about this."
"I..." Zhan Yangyi suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
The more certain Zhan Mohan's tone became, the more it indicated that he had confirmed certain matters, and at the same time, it meant that Zhan Yangyi's explanations might be falling on deaf ears.
"Everything that happened at the firm just now was Chen Yutong's spontaneous decision, wasn't it? Her decision didn't inform you, and you simply chose to stand by her side because she is your wife."
Zhan Yangyi fell silent. Everything was as Zhan Mohan had described.
But at that moment, he had no choice and was unable to make one.
"Is it wrong for me to support my wife?" Zhan Yangyi retorted.
"It is not wrong," Zhan Mohan shook his head.
"If you just want to discuss this with me, then forget it. We won't change our minds now."
Zhan Yangyi had to admit that, factually, he did need this money, and their future child would indeed need it greatly.
He stood up, intending to leave.
Just then, Zhan Mohan called out to him again, "Brother, we can give you a portion of Grandpa's inheritance."
After all, for Zhan Mohan, it wouldn't make any difference if not a single cent of this inheritance was given to their family. Thus, as long as he agreed, he could even give all of the thirty percent of the inheritance allocated to him to Zhan Yangyi.
However, what he needed to confirm now was only one thing: Zhan Yangyi's attitude.
Zhan Yangyi's attitude towards Elder Master Zhan, and Zhan Yangyi's attitude towards the Zhan family.
If Zhan Yangyi was truly willing to fall out with the Zhan family for money, then there would be no need for him to make sacrifices for someone with no familial affection.
But if it was truly as Wei Yumeng suspected, and they were forced into this situation, then he wouldn't mind extending a helping hand.
Hearing Zhan Mohan's words, Zhan Yangyi's body froze.
"I can even give you my thirty percent," Zhan Mohan added.
Finally, Zhan Yangyi took a deep breath and turned around, his eyes filled with sadness. "Mohan, do you really think I'm so eager for that inheritance?"
Zhan Mohan remained silent, merely watching him.
"I know you probably have never encountered this situation before. Due to company matters, I've accumulated a mountain of debt. Even using my portion of the inheritance might not be enough," Zhan Yangyi said, struggling to continue. "Even so, I want to provide Yutong with a happy life, and for my children. I need this money."
Zhan Mohan asked again, "So, you are acting this way now solely out of financial desperation, is that right?"
Zhan Yangyi did not speak, but his silence indicated his assent.
Zhan Mohan finally let out a sigh of relief. At least knowing the root of the problem beforehand would prevent an irreparable rift between them as brothers.
"Brother, I told you before that if you need help, you can come to me or Yichen."
Zhan Yangyi remained silent. He had not intended to rely on anyone.
But Chen Yutong's actions today had only made him see the reality more clearly. Continuing in this way might not be a good thing.
That futile persistence and pride might only lead to their lives becoming even more miserable in the end.
"Actually, I was planning to talk to you, not about personal matters, but about business."
Zhan Mohan said this, glanced at the private room door, and then Fang Xun hurried in.
"Mr. Zhan, everything is ready."
Zhan Mohan nodded. "Show it to him."
Fang Xun nodded and placed a stack of documents in front of Zhan Yangyi.
Zhan Yangyi was still unclear about what Zhan Mohan intended to do, but he picked up the documents and began to read them carefully.
After he saw the contents, he was speechless.
These documents were all project transfer agreements. Given his current situation, he was burdened with substantial project breach of contract penalties, which was the source of his greatest pressure.
However, if someone could take over his position and these projects, then the issue of breach of contract penalties would naturally be resolved.
Furthermore, he could smoothly transfer these projects out at a certain price, turning his existing debt into a source of considerable income.
Although this sum of money would certainly not compare to what he earned managing his company in the past, it would be enough to elevate their family back into the ranks of the wealthy.
Zhan Mohan was not in a hurry, quietly waiting for Zhan Yangyi to give him an answer.