In today's Wang Family Private Kitchen dishes.
A certain figure arrived: Secretary Xu from the Ministry of Industry, a figure who could be considered influential in Beijing.
As usual, after serving the dishes, Old Wang left the room and politely closed the door behind him.
Compared to Secretary Xu, Wang Shouren was an even more remarkable fellow.
He couldn't hear their conversation.
"Shouren, it's been a long time since we last met. I can't believe that after all these years, you're still so young."
Xu Jiaguo had changed. He was no longer the dashing young man he once was; his hair was thinning, and his belly was protruding. He wore a smile befitting societal expectations and warmly poured Wang Shouren a glass of wine.
Since they got busy, the two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time.
Or rather, Xu Jiaguo was deliberately avoiding meeting with Wang Shouren.
"It's been quite a while since we last met. How's work at the ministry going?" Wang Shouren replied cheerfully.
He knew that Xu Jiaguo had come with a purpose, but he wasn't in a hurry.
If he doesn't speak, Wang Shoure will only treat this place as a banquet for reminiscing.
Xu Jiaguo remained calm and said, "Hey, do you still remember that person...?"
They spent a good half hour building rapport.
Finally, Xu Jiaguo gradually got to the point: "Shouren, regarding the motorcycle factory, the higher-ups think that introducing foreign investment would better boost the factory's sales. What do you think?"
“I refuse,” Wang Shouren said with a smile.
Xu Jiaguo was not surprised by this answer. Wang Shouren was the kind of person who always preferred to work alone. He would only delegate tasks if he couldn't handle the situation and there was a problem he couldn't solve himself. Otherwise, it would be a waste of time.
“Shouren, to be honest, I’m under a lot of pressure too. Yes, your factory is doing well. This year (1983), your sales to external parties even reached the level of 1 billion.” As he said this, a hint of jealousy flashed in Xu Jiaguo’s eyes. He knew how rich those engineers in the motorcycle factory were.
"However, the higher-ups weren't quite satisfied with this amount. So, we considered cooperating with Honda. They said that as long as we were willing to hand over the factory to them for operation, they guaranteed that we could achieve sales of tens of billions within two years."
"Pfft..." Wang Shouren laughed and shook his head: "Refuse."
"Wang Shouren!" Xu Jiaguo's face darkened. "You should know exactly where you set up your factory. The country provided you with the resources to set up the factory, not as an excuse for you to obstruct the country! You've already made enough money from this factory. Now that the country needs it, shouldn't you contribute it?!"
The hat was simply pulled down onto the head.
Wang Shouren calmly looked at Xu Jiaguo: "I'll just ask you one question: do you really intend to do this?"
Seeing Wang Shouren's composure, Xu Jiaguo's anger surged: "I'm officially informing you, Wang Shouren, that if you don't hand over your shares within a month, you'd better watch yourself!"
"Okay, I'll hand it in." Wang Shouren smiled, put down his chopsticks, stood up, and left without the slightest hesitation.
As he emerged from the Wang family's private kitchen, he looked up at the sky. The weather was still as clear as ever, and the warm sunshine was as captivating as ever.
Inside the room, Xu Jiaguo's heart was pounding. His face was flushed with a sickly redness, and he was grinning from ear to ear, covering his face and laughing silently.
"Wang Shouren! Wang Shouren! Wang Shouren! You're still useless!"
After leaving the Wang family's private kitchen, Wang Shouren did not go anywhere else.
Instead, he went home, used the home phone, and made a call.
A deep, slightly comical voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello? Who is this?"
"It is I, Wang Shouren."
"Shouren?" The voice on the other end of the phone sounded delighted. "What's up? You're a big boss now, and you've remembered your old classmate?"
"Haha, I do miss you a bit. I'm going to Tianjin tomorrow to relax and have some fun. Would it be convenient for me to visit you?" Wang Shouren asked cheerfully.
"Of course it's convenient. Why not? Come on over. When will you arrive? I'll come pick you up."
"No need, I don't know when I'll arrive. Just give me an address and I'll come to you. Remember to arrange for me to eat jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes) and watch a few crosstalk performances."
"Alright, alright, you don't need to make any arrangements for coming here. Just come and do it. Don't worry, I have a house here, you don't need to go out to stay. It's been quite a while since we brothers have seen each other, we'll have a good chat then."
"Okay, then that's settled."
Wang Shouren hung up the phone and tidied up his things a bit.
He then called Qin Jingru and Qin Huairu to tell them that he was going on a business trip.
Wang Ruiming and Wang Xirou have both gone to university, so the room now feels rather empty except for him and Qin Jingru.
Fortunately, both of them were quite busy, so they didn't feel lonely.
After packing his luggage, he went out. As usual, the third uncle was lying by the door. Seeing Wang Shouren come back and go out again, carrying a suitcase, he asked curiously, "What's going on? Are you planning to go out for a while?"
"Yes, it's time to get out and about. It's been a long time since I've been on a business trip, and I kind of miss the old days." Wang Shouren smiled and said, "You're so leisurely, aren't you cold in the middle of winter?"
"Hey, don't worry about it. The old man is in good health. What's wrong with him coming out to bask in the sun?"
"Alright, I'm not going to joke with you anymore. I have to go now, or I'll miss my train. If Qin Jingru comes back in the next few days, please take care of her so she doesn't become too lazy to eat."
"Okay, okay, go ahead. I'll have my wife cook one more meal so your little wife won't go hungry."
"Thank you so much."
After saying hello, Wang Shouren left.
Qin Jingru, who answered the phone, seemed somewhat uneasy.
"What's wrong?" Xu Weiwei asked.
Their offices have changed drastically. Or rather, after the car factory was built, Wang Shouren transferred many key personnel to it. Now, apart from a few veteran employees, almost everyone who wanted to work hard at the motorcycle factory is now at the car factory. Many orders are issued directly from the car factory.
"Have you received any news recently? I feel like he's not quite right in the mood," Qin Jingru said, her brows furrowed.
"Who?" Xu Weiwei was taken aback for a moment, then realized, "A message? There is one."
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