It's no wonder I was shocked when I looked.
Americans really know how to play the patent game. They come up with all sorts of tricks and schemes.
Zhao Wuliang keenly sensed that if the country were to enter the international market in the future, would they also subject themselves to such a treatment? The thought sent chills down his spine, and only then did he settle down to study the matter.
In fact, Wang Shouren deserves some credit for his return and appointment to a position in the think tank.
“Alright, I won’t beat around the bush with you anymore. The higher-ups want to know what you’re thinking, and why you haven’t made a move all these years,” Zhao Wuliang asked.
"I haven't even moved yet." Wang Shouren took a sip. "Stop when you should. Moving around recklessly can easily get you killed."
When a company grows to a certain size, the focus shifts from expansion to preserving its value.
Moreover, although the United States still has a lot of room for expansion, in reality, further expansion would mean touching the core layer.
They wouldn't allow a Chinese citizen to access their core leadership, even though Sino-US relations are relatively good right now. Besides, even if they expanded, he'd likely face countless troubles. What he needs now isn't overt expansion, but rather covert bribery.
"we……"
"I wasn't talking about 'us'," Wang Shouren stopped him from saying what he was about to say, lest it get taken down.
"As you know, my main battlefield is outside. Right now, I'm still setting things up."
Wang An's side received a large order from the US military in 1986, which he snatched from IBM, almost infuriating IBM.
Because of Wang Shouren, Wang An has already started tinkering with personal computers, and the old man is still quite energetic. Moreover, he gets along very well with his son.
Oh, it's Wang Siren.
In addition to handling his business in Hong Kong, Wang Siren was given an extra task by Wang Shouren: to make contact with Wang An.
Communication between technologies is extremely efficient.
Moreover, Wang An placed great importance on technological reserves.
To put it simply, in his previous life, after Wang An's company collapsed, companies like IBM and Microsoft were reaping huge profits. His talent pool was incredibly valuable at the time.
On the surface, Wang Shouren's company didn't make any big moves, but in reality, he had been accumulating strength for a long time. How far he could go depended on luck.
"I'm relieved to hear that," Zhao Wuliang nodded.
Strategic planning was something Wang Shouren excelled at, a point Zhao Wuliang agreed with without a doubt.
A guy who starts planning his future in his early twenties, the longer he spends in the US, the better he'll probably get, right?
"Is there anything else?" Wang Shouren raised his hand, gesturing for him to drink tea.
"Nothing else. I just came to ask." Zhao Wuliang didn't mind. "Speaking of which, after being in that place for so many years, the only thing I've learned is to be thick-skinned. With thick skin, you can get by in any situation."
Wang Shouren rolled his eyes: "Yes, yes, you have the thickest skin."
Zhao Wuliang chuckled.
After chatting for a while, Zhao Wuliang got up and left.
A few snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, and dark clouds obscured the sun, making the sky gloomy. This made Wang Shouren lose interest in sitting in the courtyard watching the snow.
I put on my clothes and went inside.
As soon as I entered the house, a servant came up to help me clear the snow. I took my clothes.
Qin Jingru is playing video games in her room.
They're so loud and boisterous.
Hearing Wang Shouren enter the room, he turned around, glanced at him, and handed him a controller: "Come on, let's play together?"
Wang Shouren glanced at the rough image on the screen.
Honestly, I can't play this game anymore.
He shook his head: "You're getting on in years, don't spend all your time playing. Your eldest son hasn't come back for a long time."
Qin Jingru slammed down her game console, glaring angrily at Wang Shouren: "What do you mean by 'old age'!" Then she gently touched her face, which was smooth and shiny: "Still so smooth! Besides, isn't my son your son too?"
Wang Ruiming has a pretty high IQ.
After leaving China, he went directly to California to pursue a combined Master's and PhD degree. Of course, this cost some money. After all, these days, Chinese degrees aren't recognized abroad. He completed his credits in just three years and was eligible to return. However, he didn't, saying he wanted to see if he could recruit some people back.
Wang Shouren told him not to worry, just let him come back, he would be there.
Who knew that this kid would say, "How would I know if you're just making fun of me?" and then go off to cause trouble on his own.
This infuriated Qin Jingru.
Qin Huairu and Lou Xiao'e, on the other hand, were gloating.
Wang Ruiming's thoughts stemmed from the lessons he learned from Wang Shouren in the years before he went abroad. Later, his elder brother, Wang Siren, was also thoroughly tormented by Lou Xiao'e. Only then did he become truly afraid.
He felt that his parents had given birth to him just to play with him, and that they had no other intentions.
maternal love?
Fatherly love?
Some, but not much.
So now he's thinking he at least needs to keep the core technology in his own hands. What if his father sends someone to take things from his lab? Who can he complain to then?
He sued his own father.
Don't be ridiculous. If he dared to do that, his father would stand on the platform and ask, "Who is below me and why are you suing me?"
Wang Ruiming has a clear understanding of his own family's power.
He only learned this after Feng Fang explained it to him.
After whispering amongst themselves for a long time, Wang Ruiming finally grasped just how powerful his family really was. All along, Wang Ruiming's understanding of his family was that they owned a factory. Although it was the first privately owned factory in the country, it was still privately owned and shouldn't have any official connections. In fact, that's how he grew up.
He had little contact with the children of officials. (Wang Ruiming's formative years were between 1966 and 1977, which is why the Wang family has always kept a low profile.)
This led him to believe that his family was just rich, never imagining that they had such great influence behind the scenes.
For this reason, Feng Fang even drew a special picture for him.
The intricate relationships involved gave him a headache. Most importantly, Feng Fang also mentioned that this wasn't his family's true heritage; supposedly, his family also possessed a calligraphy piece by a great man, and from more than one generation.
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