"Wait? What? Why did you ask those old men for help?"
Wang Shouren felt numb all over.
Wang Shouren knew just how capable those old men were; those who returned were stationed to guard their regions, and those who didn't have their superiors feeling guilty. No one knew just how much power could be unleashed from them.
Therefore, Wang Shouren had no intention of employing him.
It's meaningless. As long as Wang Shouren doesn't betray his country, he's guaranteed to be fine.
But is it meaningful? For him right now, it really is meaningless.
This thing is like a nuclear bomb; either you don't use it, or when you do, it's devastating.
So he never used it, and of course, no one came to bother him.
There's a nuclear bomb lying around, but nobody wants to detonate it.
But now, someone wants to sneak a peek.
Who knew this nuclear bomb had such a fiery temper? Old Man Zhuge made a few phone calls, and those who needed to be dismissed were dismissed, those who needed to be suppressed were suppressed. In just one afternoon, it was as if a major earthquake had occurred. And this earthquake had only just begun; judging from the tone, it seemed there were no plans to stop.
I explained to Li Weiguo over the phone what I've been doing lately and what I plan to do, that I just want to take a break.
He added at the end, "Or should I go and explain it to them?"
Li Weiguo's teeth ached from listening to this. Good heavens, you can connect a single worm to everything else. Even conspiracy theories aren't as conspiratorial as yours.
But upon reflection, it seemed that the matter was not as simple as he had imagined.
"No, stop fussing over it. Let it be." Li Weiguo hung up the phone, looking somewhat exhausted.
"What did they say over there?"
"What else can I say? He didn't take this to heart at all; he intends to..."
Immediately, the entire city of Beijing began to discuss what had happened that day.
The Eastern Revivalist.
Dongfang Fuxing and his father started discussing it again.
"Wang Shouren is truly a talented man," Dongfang Xingxue exclaimed.
"This can't really be considered his personal idea; it's just an excuse." Dongfang Fuxing saw this very clearly.
The so-called act of helping Wang Shouren vent his anger was all a lie.
The real reason is that the higher-ups ran out of money, cutting many projects, and even disbanding many research groups on the spot. How could these guys, so passionate about academia, possibly accept this? Most of them were only interested in the glitz and glamour of the other side; now they have an assignment in front of them, and they want to copy it, but they lack the resources to do so.
That's where the problem comes in.
“However, this matter is probably not that simple,” Dongfang Xingxue said.
"Oh? Are there other secrets hidden here?" Dongfang Fuxing asked suspiciously.
"Of course. If it's just cutting some projects, that's fine. Everyone understands, after all, we all know our current situation. Wang Shouren deserves some credit for keeping us going all these years. But if people over there suddenly start to become interested in Wang Shouren's side, then things will change."
Things have changed, haven't they?
It's not a lot of money, so cutting some is understandable and normal. Everyone understands. It's just that deciding which ones to cut might cause some conflict, but that conflict is still within control. However, conflict aside, what's the point of going after Wang Shouren? No matter the reason, it's incomprehensible. Anyone with a brain wouldn't believe there's nothing wrong with this.
And so they did it. Nobody knows what's hidden here.
Moreover, since Wang Shouren returned from the United States, his strategic planning abilities have been widely recognized, and no one knows the full extent of his capabilities. So why is he inexplicably deciding to shut down—or rather, relinquish—his own research institution? Given his emphasis on the Patent Law, shouldn't he keep patents firmly in his own hands?
This is something no one can fathom.
Wang Shouren never imagined that his simple desire to relax would be interpreted in such a bizarre way.
Even if he knew, he didn't care.
Sometimes, things can be disrupted and thrown into disarray by the unintentional actions of certain people.
Amidst the undercurrents, Wang Shouren turned over, embraced Qin Huairu beside him, and, as if dreaming of something, smacked his lips before falling into a deep sleep.
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Before we knew it, it was November.
The food street project is in full swing, and as a food enthusiast, he received an invitation.
"Ha, a food lover." Qin Jingru sneered, "What else can you do besides eat?"
To be fair, Wang Shouren wasn't particularly talented at cooking. In his own words, he could easily make instant noodles and cook rice, but when it came to stir-fries, he always seemed to mix up the seasonings. Plus, in those days, men rarely cooked, so he almost never went into the kitchen. He did, however, cook a few dishes on a whim.
Then Qin Jingru, who was extremely disgusted with him, threw him out and told him that he was never allowed to step into the kitchen again in his life.
But that doesn't stop him from being a food lover.
Qin Jingru and Qin Huairu were both very interested in the opportunity to taste delicious food.
Qin Huairu is now also being gradually demoted.
In fact, if we bring the ideas of later generations into this era, as long as we broaden their thinking a little, they won't necessarily be that bad. They're all human, and their levels of intelligence aren't that different; at most, the difference lies in their perspectives and knowledge. But now, whether in Qin Family Village or the car factory, there are quite a few high-achieving students.
So, they gradually began to let go.
According to Wang Shouren, our lives are better now, and some things have stabilized, so we should enjoy life.
After thinking about it, Qin Huairu realized that it didn't seem to make any mistakes.
From the time she met Wang Shouren until now, she has truly been constantly improving herself, afraid of falling behind. Now, it's about time she enjoyed herself.
This enjoyment became too much for Wang Shouren to bear.
"It's enough that you can eat." Wang Shouren pinched Qin Jingru's cheek. This woman was full of resentment. Last night, she was ganged up on by the two of them. The worst part was that after they ganged up on her, they wouldn't let her get revenge. They exhausted her until she passed out before it was over. Ever since Qin Huairu had some free time, the ways she bullied Qin Jingru had become more and more numerous.
Since Qin Jingru is the empress, she's bound to have to endure more hardship.
"Let's go, let's go, we'll be late if we don't hurry."
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