The old man remained as calm as ever.
Contrary to expectations, the old man remained quiet every day.
Moreover, I didn't feel sad.
He stopped making breakfast and instead strolled out to eat, just like Wang Shouren, without bringing the food home; he ate it right there at the food stall.
Sister Wang has gained another regular customer.
After eating, instead of going home, I'd go to the park to watch people play chess, or occasionally go fishing with Uncle San. Around noon, if I was in a good mood, I'd go grocery shopping and cook myself a meal. Dinner was even simpler; if I'd finished lunch, I'd save some for dinner. If I hadn't cooked, I'd leisurely stroll out to see what good food was available.
More and more businesses are gradually opening up in the area.
Seeing this kind of old man, everyone gradually felt relieved.
The passing of the elderly woman seemed to serve as a signal.
In mid-1985, Mr. Lou passed away in his own courtyard, and his mother passed away in Hong Kong at the end of 1985.
In 1986, the third aunt tripped and fell while rushing out the door, hitting her head and dying despite attempts to save her.
Between 1987 and 1988, many people passed away one after another, including Qin's parents.
The departure of so many people was too much for even a strong-willed man like Wang Shouren. He left the traditional courtyard house and moved to the three-courtyard house he had initially purchased.
I'm terrified that one day I'll hear some more bad news.
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Winter of 1988.
Wang Shouren, wearing a leather overcoat, sat in his pavilion. In the center of the pavilion sat a tea stove, bubbling away. He was already in his early forties. Time hadn't left many marks on his face. However, at this moment, he looked somewhat dejected.
Zhao Wuliang didn't stay in the pavilion for long before strolling in.
Zhao Wuliang is getting old. Now, the old man doesn't have much pressure. He holds the title of advisor, which is arguably part of the think tank. As long as he doesn't do anything reckless, and given his son's extensive experience in political maneuvering in the United States, the Zhao family can keep holding onto this advisory position indefinitely, if they wish.
However, his son doesn't seem to have any such thoughts.
Over the years, I've earned quite a bit by helping Wang Shouren with his lawsuits.
Years have passed, and people have gradually realized that the so-called lawsuits back then were, on the surface, lawsuits, but in reality, they were advertisements. In every lawsuit, the plaintiff and the defendant both acted in a leisurely manner.
In these kinds of situations, at least one party has to be anxious.
But both sides remained calm, and on several occasions, there was an unspoken understanding between them; even a fool would know that something was amiss.
It can be said that Wang Shouren's actions taught them a real lesson, a lesson called "marketing".
This is why, even after he partnered with the Lou and Huo families, these families still maintained a dominant position around him.
Wow, they've got the skills, they've got the brains, and their marketing methods are so... ahead of their time.
This is definitely a big shot.
Most capitalists actually prefer to make the pie bigger. Internal strife? That's something that happens after the pie hits a bottleneck. As long as the pie can be made bigger, everyone can be good friends.
Thanks to Wang Shouren's approach, Wang Siren was also reluctantly accepted by everyone.
Lou Xiao'e felt uncomfortable that others were no longer causing trouble for her son, so she flew to Hong Kong herself to sabotage him.
Wang Siren's hard times have only just begun. Lou Xiao'e is truly ruthless.
"Good heavens, in this weather, you've set up this tea stove here, are you trying to make me leave quickly?" Zhao Wuliang said helplessly as he walked in, rubbing his hands together.
"What's wrong? I was quite surprised to hear you were coming today. You've been having a pretty leisurely time lately, haven't you?"
Zhao Wuliang's life has been quite tumultuous. In the first half, he was well-off, having studied abroad before his family fell on hard times. Upon returning, he worked for Chairman Lou at a steel rolling mill, inexplicably becoming an engineer. That was already quite good. Then, in 1966, he went into hiding again. Now he's back, holding a decent position, so his efforts haven't been in vain.
The two elderly people in the family passed away with smiles on their faces.
"Fallen leaves return to their roots"—this is not just a simple idiom. It embodies the older generation's yearning for their country.
Anyone who has traveled abroad knows how fortunate it is to have a powerful country as your backing.
Zhao Wuliang rubbed his hands together and sat down.
Wang Shouren slowly poured him a cup of tea, the steam rising gently.
Zhao Wuliang glanced at him helplessly, then entered the pavilion. He was astonished to find that the guy had set up a series of braziers around the pavilion. Only northerners knew how troublesome it was to drink tea outdoors in the northern winter. It was only because this guy had the money to renovate the entire pavilion that this beautiful scene and atmosphere could be enjoyed.
"Tell me, what's the matter with you coming here today?"
Zhao Wuliang is not young anymore, around 60 years old. He's not too old, but he's not young either.
"The higher-ups sent me to ask you what you're thinking. You haven't done anything all these years, have you?"
"I haven't even done much?" Wang Shouren raised an eyebrow. "Are those research findings fake?"
"That's not important. What's important is that your car factory's sales seem to have hit a plateau. They're doing alright, though, domestically. I'd like to ask you what your thinking is."
"If that were ten years ago, I would have slammed my fist on the table in response," Wang Shouren chuckled.
Since that incident in 1985, Wang Shouren has gradually kept a low profile.
In fact, from the moment Sun Hongbo inexplicably rose to power, Wang Shouren knew that some people were deliberately testing his strength. They orchestrated this whole thing to see just how much influence this person had.
After all, as the first large-scale private enterprise in China, it still has its concerns.
Therefore, after realizing this, Wang Shouren quietly withdrew from the project, even limiting his advertising to just one year. After that, he rarely heard anything about the "Great Fortune" again.
"The spring breeze of reform sweeps across the land" is not just a simple phrase; it implies immense wealth and countless opportunities.
During his years of keeping a low profile, many more companies have emerged one after another. But in these three years, has anyone truly achieved what Wang Shouren did? To be honest, not a single one.
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