"Ahem." Wang Shouren coughed twice: "Oh, don't be angry, the children know what's going on."
While talking, they made subtle gestures behind them to urge them to run faster.
Incidentally, this blocked Qin Jingru's view.
Qin Jingru was caught off guard and her attention was drawn to Wang Shouren's words, causing her anger to escalate to another level.
Wang Siren was still standing there, not knowing what to do.
But Wang Xirou was shrewd; having spent so much time outsmarting others, she immediately grabbed her brother and ran. As for Wang Ruiming, he followed at a leisurely pace.
When Qin Jingru finally realized what had happened, she found that the three children had all run away, and she was furious.
"You're just going to spoil them like this. One day, they'll cause trouble you can't handle. Ugh, what are you doing... let go of me..."
Whenever Qin Jingru, Qin Huairu, or Lou Xiao'e got angry, they would be attacked like a storm.
However, today's attack was not very appropriate, so it was just a brief attack to calm Qin Jingru down.
Qin Jingru was panting heavily, and glared at Wang Shouren.
"Don't look at me like that. The children have grown up and have their own judgment. You should trust them."
"Do you really believe they won't cause trouble? How old are they to dare drive around like that? What if they run into bad guys?"
Did you run into bad people?
Wang Shouren rolled his eyes: "Then you should pray that the bad guys don't die so quickly."
As a professional... well, a shrewd strategist, the first piece of advice he gave his children was, "A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall." Before taking action, one should consider the risks, how to handle problems if they arise, and whether there is a backup plan if the solution is discovered. Wang Shouren played this game with his two children from a young age.
If Wang Siren went out alone, Wang Shouren was afraid that something might happen to him.
As for going out with Wang Ruiming and Wang Xirou, Wang Shouren didn't think anything would happen to the two children.
He's got a belly full of bad ideas, and that's not just an empty phrase.
“Xi Rou has grown up and is taller than you now. You should learn to let go. You can’t hold on to her forever.”
"Hmph, I could never be as ruthless as you." Qin Jingru turned her head and snorted.
Deep down, she knew how proud she was of her children's excellence. What mother wouldn't know what kind of person her own child was? Going out? She wasn't afraid, but she couldn't help worrying. This worry wasn't about what problems they might encounter, but rather that they might not come back.
Wang Shouren turned Qin Jingru's head back, kissed her lips, and said with a smile, "Alright, alright, you still have me, don't you like me anymore?"
"snort!"
"Cough cough..." Xu Weiwei stood at the door, coughing twice, unsure whether to go in or go out.
She was so tired. First thing in the morning, she was witnessed in an indecent scene. Then, in the middle of the day, she had to feed the dog. What's going on? Is it now fashionable to lure dogs in and then kill them?
Qin Jingru glanced at Xu Weiwei, then looked at Wang Shouren: "Now that you're back, you can have a good talk with your chief secretary!"
The phrase "let's talk" is an emphasized version.
After saying that, Qin Jingru stood up and walked outside. As she passed Xu Weiwei, she playfully slapped her on the butt.
Hmm, it feels pretty good.
After the shoot, he ran away as fast as he could, ignoring Xu Weiwei's flushed face.
Xu Weiwei; ...
As a married woman, she was completely outmatched by Xu Weiwei, who had no experience whatsoever. For some reason, she always felt like she was being completely controlled by this couple.
After calming himself down a bit, Wang Shouren returned to his seat. He knew Qin Jingru was up to something, even without turning around. That girl, in a sense, is ruthless inside and out; his precious daughter inherited that trait from her. Yes, that must be it.
"Ahem, Weiwei," Wang Shouren coughed twice, "You've had a tough year."
"Stop with the flattery." Xu Weiwei frowned. Although she knew what Wang Shouren was doing, she couldn't help but be sarcastic. Was this some kind of operation? Leaving him to his wife to deal with for a year? What? To reform him and take him into the harem?
"Ahem, is there a problem?"
Fine, whether you want to talk or not, you really deserve to die!
Despite cursing inwardly, she didn't stop working. She pulled out a document and said, "I already discussed this issue with the acting factory manager. She said to wait until you get back. We have too much money, and quite a few people are eyeing it. What are you planning to do?"
"I kept a portion of the foreign exchange; didn't I return the rest to the country?"
"That's true, but the amount in the account is still quite large. The city's idea is to take out a portion and consider making some investments."
"Oh, you've got your eye on this amount of money."
To put it simply, these days, apart from some infrastructure projects that generate surpluses, most factories are likely operating at a loss. Some well-known factories have even resorted to selling popsicles. Why? Because they're out of money, and the government can't provide enough funds to supply them. But for the economy to thrive, at least there needs to be something to keep the water flowing.
The money that Wang Shouren had on his books gave these people hope.
"How much money does our factory send out each month?"
"The monthly salary is around 600,000 yuan. There are fewer people in the technical research and development department, but the amount is not small. Over the course of a year, it is only about 7 million yuan."
If this had happened a year ago, Xu Weiwei would have thought she was crazy. How could she say something like that, when it's only about seven million?
But now, she's long since numb. To put it simply, in 1980, the average annual salary in Beijing was 700 yuan, while the average salary at this motorcycle factory was 2400 yuan, with even the lowest earner making over 1000 yuan. It was three times the average salary.
"Sigh," Wang Shouren sighed, "This is troublesome."
"Troublesome?" Xu Weiwei asked, puzzled.
"Yes, it's troublesome. We've established diplomatic relations with the United States and started attracting foreign investment. What do you think our place is in the eyes of foreign investors?"
"Where?"
"Ha." Wang Shouren scoffed, "Right now, those factories can't even keep up with our wages; they think I'm paying too much. In the US, workers are generally paid $10 an hour. You do the math, how much would that make in a month?"
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