Chapter 893 Who do you look down on?
Time flies and it is already early November. The temperature has been dropping gradually in the past two days and winter has come to Yanjing.
The family's nanny, Sister Qin, just came back from her hometown yesterday. It takes a lot of work to prepare for her son's wedding. Seeing that she looked haggard after returning, Tao Huimin specially gave her two days off so that she could rest first, but she refused.
When talking about her son's marriage during dinner, Sister Qin's tired face showed a satisfied smile, "Life is getting better and better now, and young people are much happier than we were back then."
Sister Qin’s words and expression touched Lin Weimin deeply, and he went into the study after finishing his meal.
I have been writing the novel for almost half a month, but the progress is not very fast.
It’s not because he can’t write, but because there is too much to write and can be written. In recent years, Lin Weimin has become increasingly wary of this seemingly endless flow of ideas.
Because it is mixed with not only inspiration, but also distractions brought by experience.
This is like an old man pulling a young man and insisting on giving him some insights into life.
Most people in this world live in a muddle. What insights into life can being a few decades older give you? It's just some seemingly correct nonsense.
Young people should remember that experience and knowledge are only useful to oneself.
The same principle applies to creation. The more materials and inspiration brought by experience, the better. Mediocrity accounts for the majority of them, and creators must be able to distinguish them.
After writing in the study for more than an hour, Lin Weimin felt a little exhausted, so he got up and went to the living room.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Before entering the house, I could hear the unbridled laughter of the little kid who had just started elementary school.
Little Doubao was watching the TV intently, his eyes fixed on it, and the smile on his face was almost reaching his ears.
Tao Huimin, who was standing by, was somewhat disgusted by her daughter's laughter. "Please control your mouth. Do you still behave like a girl?"
The little girl who was immersed in the TV series turned a deaf ear to it.
Lin Weimin sat on the sofa and admired the old princess who was acting crazy on TV.
October 28 is a day that will be remembered in the history of Chinese television.
On this day, the TV series "My Fair Princess" was officially broadcast on Hunan Satellite TV.
The TV series has just been aired for a week and has not yet become a sensation throughout China, but initial signs of success can be seen. At least no one in Lin Weimin's family, young or old, does not like to watch the TV series. Little Doubao now calls her "Xiaoyanzi" and "Ziwei" all day long.
Not only at home, Lin Weimin also began to hear discussions about this TV series in the Guowen Society. "My Fair Princess" was sweeping China at an unprecedented rate.
After lunch that day, Lin Weimin was about to go to the Ministry of Culture for a meeting when he suddenly received a call from Zheng Guo.
Zheng Guo's father passed away.
Lin Weimin quickly asked Cheng Zaochun to attend the meeting on his behalf, and then drove to the hospital.
Zheng Guo's father is in his early seventies this year, and he passed away early among the veteran cadres of his level.
"Why so sudden?" Lin Weimin asked Zheng Guo with concern when he saw him.
"He was recuperating in the hospital, but suddenly fell ill this morning. The problem was in his head, and he couldn't be saved." Zheng Guo looked sad.
Lin Weimin patted his shoulder gently, "My condolences!"
Jungkook nodded.
"How are the funeral arrangements?"
"The General Office has drafted the obituary and will issue it today. A memorial service will be held at Babaoshan the day after tomorrow.
My father told me before he died that he didn't want to be buried in the ground, and that he wanted to scatter his ashes in the sea like the old people do. This would save trouble for future generations and harm the environment."
Lin Weimin sighed: "Uncle is very conscious!"
That evening, the news of Zheng's father's death appeared on the "News Broadcast", and announcer Luo Jing broadcast the news in a sad voice.
Two days later, Zheng's father's memorial service was held in Hall 1 of Babaoshan Funeral Home, and many leaders paid tribute.
There is no sea in Yanjing. After his father was cremated, Zheng Guo went to Tianjin specifically. It was already evening when he came back. He made an appointment with Lin Weimin to meet him at a tavern in Houhai.
Zheng Guo drank a few glasses of wine in silence before he spoke: "Weimin, you know what? I actually hate my dad."
Ever since Lin Weimin met Zheng Guo, he rarely talked about his family. Even after they became familiar with each other and knew each other's family situations, he rarely mentioned it.
Lin Weimin didn't say anything. He knew Zheng Guo didn't want to ask him a question, but wanted to find someone to listen.
"You said he was a landlord's son, why should he be a progressive youth? In the end, it was his family that suffered.
My grandfather hanged himself that year, and my grandmother died of illness the following year.
My father had a successful career and married a young lady from a wealthy family.
If you ask me, they just have similar tastes.
A young master from a landlord's family and a young lady from a capitalist's family, hehe..."
Zheng Guo showed a sarcastic smile on his face, which was mixed with bitterness. He drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
"Before the liberation of the Communist Party, I had an older sister, but she died in 1948, when my father was in Jinzhou.
My brother was born in 1952 and I was born in 1957.
My brother couldn't bear it anymore and went to the countryside, so I was sent to live with my father's comrade-in-arms.
In 1972, my brother’s classmate sent me a message saying that he had died of appendicitis perforation.
At that time, I had only one thought in my mind: Why wasn't my dad the one who died? "
Zheng Guo's eyes were red, and he held the wine glass in his hand. Lin Weimin refilled his glass with wine, and he drank it all again.
"When I saw him again, I was 19 years old and I almost didn't recognize him. He had just been reinstated and was full of energy and enthusiasm. I looked down on him.
Later, life became better and better, and my resentment towards him didn't seem to be that great.
But sometimes when I go to sleep I always think of my mom and my brother. Do you think I am sorry for them?"
Facing Zheng Guo's question, Lin Weimin finally responded for the first time, "Your father misses them too."
His words seemed to be irrelevant to the question, but they hit the nail on the head for Zheng Guo.
He murmured, "Yeah, he should think about it too."
Tears streamed down her face, and then her expression slowly became relieved.
After a long time, a bitter smile appeared on his face.
"I've made you listen to so much nonsense."
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "It's okay. I'm writing a new book right now, so I'll just accumulate some material."
"Don't write nonsense, I don't give you permission to use it."
"I'm using an alias, what can you do?"
"You intellectuals are so shameless!"
After a few jokes, the atmosphere became relaxed.
Zheng Guo's spirit was revived, and he seemed to have made an important decision.
"I don't plan to continue working at the Internet cafe."
Lin Weimin glanced at him in surprise and asked, "Have you thought it through?"
Zheng Guo nodded, "I'm done. I've made enough money, what else is there to be dissatisfied about?"
In 1995, he and Qu Xiaowei cooperated to open an Internet cafe. Three years later, Feiyue Internet Cafe became the largest chain Internet cafe in Yanjing, with five Internet cafes and more than 600 computers. Now the daily turnover is tens of thousands of yuan, making a fortune.
"Have you told Xiaowei about the withdrawal of shares?"
"No, I just decided."
"What are you going to do next?"
"Putting all my energy into the foundation, I think I am more accustomed to doing this."
"That's great. This is a career you can do for the rest of your life. Maybe when you leave, you'll get the same treatment as your father."
"Thank you!"
Zheng Guo is now the third in command of the China Youth Education Development Foundation. With his father's legacy, although he is not completely on the path of a career in politics, his future will definitely not be bad. This choice is in line with Zheng Guo's personality and his usual style of doing things.
With the influence of Zheng's father, Zheng Guo had many ways to make money. In this day and age, it was not uncommon for the second generation to do evil, but he never crossed the line.
Now that Zheng's father has passed away, Zheng Guo is about to withdraw his shares from the Internet cafe, which can be said to be very cautious.
A few days later, Qu Xiaowei and Zheng Guo came together to find Lin Weimin.
Zheng Guo wanted to withdraw his shares from the Internet cafe, and his shares were taken over by Qu Xiaowei. However, Qu Xiaowei's money was all invested in the Internet cafe, and he could not take out so much cash at once.
The two men then found Lin Weimin, and Qu Xiaowei borrowed 15 million yuan from Lin Weimin by mortgaging the Internet cafe.
With Feiyue Internet Cafe's current assets, it is definitely not worth 15 million, but this business is making a lot of money, and it will still be a treasure in two to three years, so it is reasonable to mortgage it for 15 million.
Of the 15 million yuan, Qu Xiaowei took out 10 million yuan to compensate Zheng Guo.
The two of them divided it equally, so logically each should get 7.5 million yuan, but there was 2.5 million yuan more. Zheng Guo refused to take it, but Qu Xiaowei insisted on giving it to him.
In his opinion, he and Zheng Guo have invested several million yuan in the past two years. Now is the time to reap the rewards, but Zheng Guo wants to withdraw his shares, which means he has gotten a bargain.
"It's not much, just 2.5 million. Just take it. This way, you won't have to come to me for the bill in the future, you old miser." Qu Xiaowei advised.
"I'm afraid that you'll go bankrupt someday and ask me for the money back."
The two men were more ruthless than each other, but in the end Zheng Guo still accepted the extra 2.5 million.
The 100,000 three years ago has become 7.5 million today, not counting the dividends in the past three years. Zheng Guo said with emotion: "Thanks to Weimin for his good ideas!"
"Yeah. I don't know what's wrong with his head. I noticed it when I was at the Institute of Literature..."
Lin Weimin interrupted him impatiently, "That's not what you said at the time."
“I was young and ignorant at that time.”
Zheng Guo said sarcastically: "It's not that you have no vision, but that you are thin-skinned. It's nothing like now, like a city wall."
After dividing the money, Qu Xiaowei still had 5 million yuan left. Zheng Guo asked about his plans, and Qu Xiaowei said, "Why ask? I'm going to open a few more stores!"
Zheng Guo said: "In the future, Internet access charges will be lower and lower, and the profits of Internet cafes will be thinner and thinner. You have to think clearly."
"Most people still can't afford a computer, so even if the price is lower, there should still be some profit, right?"
Qu Xiaowei said, looking at Lin Weimin, "Weimin, don't you agree?"
Lin Weimin shook his head and did not answer Qu Xiaowei's question. He said, "It would be good if you were the one to withdraw your shares."
"What do you mean? What do you mean? Are you looking down on me?" Qu Xiaowei yelled.
"If you say so, I have no objection."
Qu Xiaowei looked at Lin Weimin with a bit of anger in his eyes, but then he said with a grin, "I'm not good at doing business, but I'm good at making friends!"
Zheng Guo nodded. "That's right. I have to add one more thing. You've always had good luck."
"What do you mean by shit luck? I'm lucky!"
Qu Xiaowei and Zheng Guo chatted for a while and asked Lin Weimin: "Hey, what do you think about me using this money to invest in a website?"
“Investment website?”
"Yes, many people who come to our Internet cafe are involved in computers and the Internet. Isn't Charles one of them?
Sohu is now valued at tens of millions of dollars. If I had invested at that time..."
Lin Weimin was too lazy to pay attention to Qu Xiaowei's hindsight and started chatting with Zheng Guo.
"Hey, you say, is it okay?"
"If you are not afraid of losing, then invest!" Lin Weimin said to him.
Nowadays, running a website basically means losing money unless you can keep finding financing.
After being criticized by Lin Weimin, Qu Xiaowei became obedient.
He has no other good qualities except that he listens to advice.
"Oh, if I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have borrowed so much money."
He sighed and thought for a long time, and finally said dejectedly: "It seems that this money can only be used to buy a house. Weimin, do you think the house price should be able to rise higher than the bank interest?"
Lin Weimin wanted to slap him in the face.
Comparing the housing prices in Yanjing with bank interest rates, who are you looking down on?
(End of this chapter)
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