His older brother's favorite thing to do is make games.
Wang Shouren would never believe that he would rebel against Lou Xiao'e for the sake of the game.
This child will most likely try his best to persuade Lou Xiao'e.
Then Lou Xiao'e disagreed.
Finally, the child, his face flushed, continued to try to persuade Lou Xiao'e.
This went on for several rounds. Then Lou Xiao'e stated her conditions again.
Teasing children has become a bad habit for Lou Xiao'e. She used to like teasing Qin Jingru, and now she likes teasing her own child.
"Do you even believe what you're saying? And how have you bullied the child?" Wang Shouren realized that Lou Xiao'e was getting more and more mischievous with age. She just couldn't calm down.
“I didn’t bully him much. I just told him that if he could manage our family’s affairs, I would agree to invest in him.”
"Tsk, you're ruthless." Qin Jingru clicked her tongue lightly.
That place outside is quite different from the one in China.
If a comparison had to be made, the outside setup wouldn't be much different from companies in later generations.
Wang Shouren's model involves manufacturing motorcycles in mainland China, then having outside companies purchase them directly from him, affix their own branding, and sell them overseas.
Why do this?
That's because China hasn't joined the WTO, so their brands aren't recognized abroad.
Only those who came from Hong Kong are recognized.
The company located in Hong Kong is jointly controlled by the Huo, Lou, and Wang families.
Although the three families are currently of one mind, internal struggles still exist, and are quite significant. As long as Wang Shouren doesn't leave, the Huo and Lou families essentially have the final say on how the company is run. And the heads of the Huo and Lou families are nearing retirement age; it's time for the next generation to take over.
The next generation, that is, the generation of Lou Xiao'e and Huo's eldest son.
Because of Wang Shouren's influence, and because Lou Xiao'e wasn't the type to be overtly assertive, the two sides were relatively harmonious.
But cooperation is one thing, and we still need to look to the future. The first generation worked together with great effort, the second generation was wary of each other, and no one knows what the third generation will be like.
Therefore, Lou Xiao'e let her unruly son get used to it in advance.
As for whether her rebellious son can adapt, that's not really her concern.
In her view, her son shouldn't be obsessed with coding; he can have his own hobbies. However, a good game is made by a team, and her son shouldn't be just a member of the team, but rather its leader. He should be free to unleash his imagination and create the game he envisions.
Therefore, he needs to train himself so that he can demonstrate in advance any possible future events.
This approach is actually no different from Wang Shouren bullying Wang Ruiming.
Qin Jingru knew the reason behind it, which made her breathe a sigh of relief. When Wang Shouren bullied Wang Ruiming, she felt very sorry for him, but when she saw Wang Ruiming come back with snot and tears streaming down his face to complain, she laughed out loud.
“Tsk, we’re evenly matched. By the way, isn’t Xirou graduating soon? How about we let her come to Hong Kong for a while? She’s taken a liking to designing clothes, hasn’t she? I’ll take her around to see the sights.” Lou Xiao’e brought up Wang Xirou.
Frankly speaking, in this day and age, there is simply no fertile ground for the development of fashion design in China.
These days, owning a set of "Dacron" clothing is quite a feat. As for the style, it's basically whatever looks like in Hong Kong; that's how it's made on the mainland. Fashion is all about what's fashionable in the 80s – you see what's worn in Hong Kong and you copy it. In China today, there isn't a concept of fashion of its own. All we have are data and written records lying dormant in history books.
It's not an easy task to revive these things and give them new life.
"Yes, it's good to go out with them." Qin Jingru nodded.
She knew her own daughter well; she was quite mischievous and eager to explore the world. However, over the years, her father had suppressed her, and she had mostly studied traditional Chinese culture. To recreate those luxurious ancient garments while incorporating modern elements required a vast amount of accumulated knowledge, something that couldn't be achieved overnight.
"Then it's settled. I'll take her with me next year. By the way, what are your plans for Weiwei?" Lou Xiao'e asked.
At their age, they are more concerned about the future of their children. According to the Lou family, the Wang family can now be considered a prominent and influential family.
All that's missing is the last piece of the puzzle.
"Let's see what the Xu family plans. Weiwei is stubborn. If possible, let her come and live here. If she doesn't want to, that's fine too," Wang Shouren said, rubbing his temples.
"Okay, what about the baby in her belly?"
"It's still early, no rush," Wang Shouren said, shrinking his neck.
Lou Xiao'e chuckled softly, saying nothing more.
Qin Huairu also gave Wang Shouren a strange look.
"Ahem, go to sleep, it's late."
"It's only a little past 8 o'clock, and you're already going to bed?" Qin Jingru protested, turning her body away and leaving the house.
Qin Huairu disagreed: "I need to go read some books."
Lou Xiao'e was left alone, looking at him with a half-smile.
"See, hypocrites never end well."
"Tsk, it's not that serious. It's about following the child's interests. How is that hypocritical?"
Lou Xiao'e rolled her eyes: "Born into the Xu family, surnamed Xu, can a child's hobbies change?"
“No…” Wang Shouren was speechless: “This is not something I can control.”
"Alright, alright, hurry up, I'm thirsty..."
Wang Shouren: ...
It turns out that when a woman says she's thirsty, the best option is to immediately run away and go to sleep.
Wang Shouren sighed, rubbing his back, and came out of his room. It had always been like this in their family: whoever got up early would buy breakfast on their way. As for getting up early to cook, no one in the family had the leisure for that. Qin Jingru used to be willing to do it, but later on, she became less inclined. Why expend energy when you can relax and enjoy yourself?
Walking from the backyard to the middle yard, I saw an elderly man and woman practicing Tai Chi.
"Good morning, you two," Wang Shouren greeted them cheerfully.
"Going out to buy breakfast?" an older woman replied cheerfully, then, as if remembering something, added, "Oh, right, come inside after you've finished eating."
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