What to do if you're short of money?

The only option was to go public. This was a last resort, but unexpectedly, on the day of the listing, the issue price was 12.5 US dollars, but by the closing price, it had become 40 US dollars.

On August 22, 1967, Wang An's assets were approximately 1 million US dollars, and by August 23, his assets had reached 70 million US dollars.

He didn't stop when he got here.

In November 1971, Wang Laboratories launched the Model 1200 computer; in 1976, based on the Model 1200 computer, it launched the revolutionary product WPS.

Starting in 1976, WPS was widely adopted in US offices, from the White House to various small and medium-sized enterprises. That year, Wang Laboratories' revenue exceeded $100 million.

Wang An is currently at his peak, waging a full-scale war against IBM, and has even gained a slight advantage in the process.

After reviewing the materials that Wang Shouren requested.

Xu Weiwei couldn't help but let out a soft sigh: "This person is just too..."

"Hey Moth, did you manage to get a date?" Wang Shouren asked, looking at Lou Xiao'e, who was leisurely standing to the side.

“Of course, they’re family, so it shouldn’t be difficult to arrange a meeting. However, it seems we don’t have any business dealings with them, do we?” Lou Xiao’e asked with some doubt.

"That's hard to say," Wang Shouren shrugged. "Did he agree to meet? When will they meet?"

"I agree, tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon." Lou Xiao'e put a face mask on herself and then handed one to Xu Weiwei.

Back in Beijing, Xu Weiwei often used face masks, but those masks were all made by Wang Shouren himself. Back then, he obtained a complete set of Tai Chi (Grandmaster) skills from the system, which covered everything, including skincare products like face masks.

"These are the products here, try them," Lou Xiao'e said. "I heard they're very effective at anti-wrinkle..."

The topic of skincare among women never stops.

After deciding what he wanted, Wang Shouren packed his things and went upstairs to sleep.

These days, there's no internet, no computers—oh, there are computers, but no personal computers yet, and even if there were, there's not much to do. As for television, he really doesn't like watching it. So, late at night, he either reads a book or goes straight to sleep.

After Wang Shouren went upstairs.

Lou Xiao'e and Xu Weiwei looked at each other.

The two of them just sat there in the hall.

Finally, Xu Weiwei couldn't hold back any longer: "Sister Lou, when are you going to sleep?"

Lou Xiao'e paused slightly while applying her face mask, then chuckled, "Tonight, I'm not sleeping on the second floor, I'm sleeping on the first floor."

After saying that, she ignored Xu Weiwei, whose face was as red as a monkey's bottom, and walked with cat-like steps toward the guest room on the first floor.

Xu Weiwei stayed alone in the living room for a while before gritting her teeth, standing up, and going upstairs. She tiptoed to open the bedroom door. The room was pitch black, but she could vaguely see a person lying on the bed in a "spread-eagle" position.

Xu Weiwei took a deep breath, cheered herself up, sat on the bed, and began to take off her clothes on her own, pinching Wang Shouren's leg as she did so.

They pinched him until he was completely stunned.

"No, what are you doing?" Wang Shouren felt a sharp pain in his leg and turned around to look.

Good heavens, I was shocked when I saw this. This is not Lou Xiao'e.

Lou Xiao'e is the plump, slightly chubby type, with a soft body that's very comfortable to hug, while this guy in the dark is noticeably thinner.

“It’s me,” Xu Weiwei said.

"No, what's going on here?" Wang Shouren swallowed.

"I'm not planning on getting married," Xu Weiwei said abruptly.

"Then... what are you doing here?"

“I’m planning to have a child.” Xu Weiwei turned her head and looked at Wang Shouren seriously.

This is Xu Weiwei. If it were any other woman, pretending to be Lou Xiao'e and making a move, things might have gone smoothly. But Xu Weiwei wasn't willing; she wasn't willing to give up her virginity in a confused state. She wanted to give herself an explanation, and she also wanted to give Wang Shouren an explanation.

Seemingly afraid that Wang Shouren would disagree, he continued, "Jingru agreed."

Then, feeling that the offer wasn't enough, he added, "Lou Xiao'e also agreed."

Wang Shouren: ...

Well, what have I become, buddy? A vaccination machine?

Before he could think too much, Xu Weiwei pounced on him. Her clumsy kissing skills and burning body were not as domineering as her words suggested.

As a seasoned veteran, I quickly and decisively countered this incredibly naive fellow. This mere Xu Weiwei was treating me like a breeding mate.

"You guys are really something." Wang Shouren gritted his teeth: "I'll teach you not to get married, I'll teach you not to get married, I'll teach you to have children, I'll teach you to have children..."

Xu Weiwei gritted her teeth, gripped the bedsheets tightly, and remained silent.

Nothing was said that night.

The next day, Xu Weiwei lay paralyzed in bed. Lou Xiao'e looked at Wang Shouren, who came downstairs with a half-smile, holding a cup of coffee with some red things floating on it. Upon closer inspection, they were goji berries. Wang Shouren glared at her irritably: "You're just trying to cause me trouble."

"Oh, is Young Master Wang acting all innocent after getting a good deal? What, how about I have someone take care of her right now?"

"Go away, go away." Wang Shouren put the cup of coffee aside; he really couldn't stomach this strange combination.

"Tsk, the world these days, people really forget the old when there are new ones. They used to chirp and twitter like moths, but now that there are new ones, they won't even drink a sip of the old ones' coffee."

Wang Shouren: ...

Well, you're the boss.

I picked up the cup, closed my eyes, and gulped it down, just like drinking Chinese medicine.

Lou Xiao'e also knew when to stop, so after a few more gentle but sarcastic remarks, she got down to business.

"Over there, it seems they've already traced the source and are holding people accountable. Things are probably in chaos back home right now. Has the situation in your country started simultaneously?"

"Well, I don't plan to do anything to those things in China. Let them be." Wang Shouren waved his hand.

Ultimately, he was still bound by old friendships and didn't intend to do anything to the old factory. Frankly, the old factory posed no threat to him; it had taken his technology, not his brand. Domestic sales relied on his brand, and everything else was irrelevant.