Wang Shouren stared blankly at the empty teacup in front of him.

He couldn't help but sigh.

In the end, those who were meant to leave will all leave.

Lou Xiao'e stood behind him and gently hugged his waist: "Uncle, your life these past few years has been quite exciting."

"Indeed," Wang Shouren smiled. "The old man is getting younger and younger."

The experiences of the Third Uncle over the years have been nothing short of fascinating.

After retiring from that job, he was recruited into Qin Huairu's company, where he gradually used his remaining skills and earned some money. He didn't reach the million or tens of millions level, but becoming a millionaire was certainly within his reach. From then on, his courage grew even more, especially after returning from Hong Kong.

He visited every fun and delicious place in Beijing that he had never been before.

After touring all of Beijing, he would even occasionally go to Tianjin to watch a crosstalk performance and grab a bite to eat.

Even the three aunties who don't usually go out much joined him for several fun games.

After 1980, the elderly couple would go out from time to time. At first, they would just go for a stroll in the neighborhood, but later they would often not return home for several days.

According to the third aunt, she had lived most of her life, but only in these last few years did she realize how many fun and delicious things there were in the world, and that her previous life had been nothing but miserable. Even on the night she passed away, she left with a smile.

"To be honest, this old man is something else," Qin Huairu said from the side. "He's even capable of doing something like divorce."

At this point, Wang Shouren's worries dissipated considerably.

Just now, the third uncle came over and mainly talked about his experiences over the years.

He has tried all sorts of strange and unusual things.

He even got a divorce, but he said that for some reason, he felt a tightness in his chest when he received the divorce certificate. As soon as he left, he went back and got a marriage certificate. In his generation, a marriage certificate was just a piece of paper; now it's a red booklet. He felt it was very meaningful.

The group of people chatted on and off for a long time.

Before leaving, the third uncle said that he was going to the south to see what fun things there were to do, and he also told Wang Shouren that if he had time, he could come and visit him in the south.

"Uncle said he really likes Hong Kong-style dim sum from Hong Kong. I guess he's just craving it," Lou Xiao'e chuckled.

It's hard to imagine that this old man, a native of Beijing, would actually like Cantonese dim sum. Most old Beijingers prefer Shandong cuisine.

Just then, a voice came from outside.

"Shouren? Is Shouren home?" Qin Tian swaggered in, carrying some food in his hand. When he saw the three of them, he exclaimed, "Oh, you two sisters-in-law are here too. Perfect timing, I brought some good food and came to mooch a meal from you."

Wang Shouren looked up at the sky, somewhat dazed; it was almost lunchtime.

The three-courtyard house he bought was in a very good location. Gradually, other people moved in from the neighborhood. Undoubtedly, these were all members of Beijing's elite circles, or rather, they were there because of Wang Shouren. Everyone knew that although he no longer held much power, his status was still incredibly high. This kind of person, from the moment they entered society…

No matter how extraordinary your abilities are, you still have to endure hardship, from your twenties to your thirties, before you can be said to have a basic voice.

When you reach your forties, if you're not doing too badly, you'll know what the dignity of a middle-aged person should be.

As for reaching your fifties, well, you can basically start to resemble a highly respected elder. Oh, of course, for those in officialdom, fifty is considered the prime of life. You've barely made it through the tough times.

As for those in their sixties and seventies, then you can probably start acting like an elder.

Wang Shouren was in his prime, and no one regarded him as a true businessman.

After the third uncle left, Qin Tian came in.

That's life. People come and go, but they always manage to fill the void in people's hearts.

The third uncle came out of the courtyard and got into the car.

"Hey, Dad, if you ask me, Brother Shouren is really something else. I just asked around, and wow, do you know who lives around here?" Yan Jiecheng has finally grown up and truly realized the gap between himself and Wang Shouren. If it were before, he would have eagerly followed his father inside to ask for a cup of tea, but today, he didn't. He just waited quietly outside the door, and didn't even dare to drive the car too close.

The old man glanced up, got into the car, and said, "It's settled, let's go."

Once inside the car, the Third Uncle took a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it to Yan Jiecheng.

"Dad, this is..."

"Remember Wang Shouren's contact information. You can only make this call once in your life. If you don't need it, leave it to your son. If your son doesn't need it, just throw it away."

Yan Jiecheng took it, his expression somewhat complicated.

He knew that his father and Wang Shouren had always been friends—the kind of friends who didn't care about status or position, but simply shared common interests. However, as Wang Shouren's status rose, the opportunities for the two of them to get together became fewer and fewer. Originally, given his father's personality, he would never have done such a thing.

After all, he was shameless in his youth, just to survive. Now that he's older, he wants to be more generous.

In the end, I sold my old bones to him to get this opportunity.

Yan Jiecheng's vision has broadened over the years as he has done business, and he has gradually come to see things more clearly.

For someone of Wang Shouren's stature, it was something that could only be admired from afar.

He gripped the note in his hand, feeling uneasy. "Dad, keep this in mind. Break it down and explain it thoroughly to your heirs, and I won't bother with it. If this matter has passed, then don't go looking for them anymore. We have a connection with Wang Shouren, but our relationship with his descendants isn't particularly close."

"I understand... Dad."

Years later, Yan Jiecheng's son indeed encountered some trouble, losing all of his family's assets, and the other party still wouldn't let it go. Remembering Yan Jiecheng's instructions, he nervously dialed that phone number—just one call. The very next day, people came to apologize, and even the competitor who had caused him so much trouble, along with the people behind that competitor, knelt down and begged for forgiveness.

It was at that moment that Yan Jiecheng's son realized just how powerful the phone call was.