"More choices?" Wang Shouren frowned.
"Otherwise, who do you think you are to get involved in these things? The higher-ups have made it clear to them that they have their own considerations. Anyone who really wants to cause trouble can find another way. Your research institute hasn't fallen behind all these years."
Wang Shouren suddenly realized.
"This is great news," he murmured to himself.
"Isn't this a good thing? You still don't understand?"
"It has to be you."
What constitutes a good thing?
First of all, China doesn't have enough resources to set up research institutes.
These research institutes all conduct research that is classified as confidential.
Normally, other people are not allowed to get involved. But, by some chance, this meeting was attended by Wang Shouren, who was not officially a staff member.
It's simply telling them that if they want money, they can try to find him.
On the surface, he was acting like a sucker, but in reality, he was showing these people that Comrade Wang Shouren was one of their comrades. They could cooperate and achieve a win-win situation.
Wang Shouren didn't immediately grasp this underlying meaning and hadn't really figured it out.
Lou Xiao'e, on the other hand, understood it immediately.
This incident means that Wang Shouren will not have a very leisurely life in the next few years.
the next day
Wang Xirou rushed to find her best friend, Cheng Xin.
To be honest, these two are old friends. They've been good friends since college, even sharing a dorm room. Later, when they went to study in France, they went together. After returning home, they made a pact to go out and explore the world together.
However, Wang Xirou has been extremely busy these past few days.
Only now have they come to find Cheng Xin.
"Oh, isn't this our Miss Wang? What's wrong? Remembering your best friend from that cold, desolate place?" Cheng Xin was very tall and somewhat robust. With that kind of appearance, she could have joined the army. But later, she developed a passion for clothing, which her family couldn't handle, so they sent her away. As soon as she returned, her family wanted to put her in the Ministry of Textile Industry.
But she disagreed; she wanted to go out and make her own way in the world.
I had originally planned to go shopping with Wang Xirou, but Wang Xirou has been taken care of by her two mothers these past few days and hasn't had time.
"Oh, Xin Xin, you're the best person~ I was just dragged here to check out the market." Wang Xirou grabbed Cheng Xin's hand and shook it wildly.
"Stop, stop, stop! Stop shaking me." Cheng Xin was a little dizzy from being shaken: "What are you doing?"
"Oh, my mom opened a factory for me, and my sister E told me to go and get some goods and set up a stall for a few days to see how it goes," Wang Xirou honestly explained her whereabouts.
"Wait, wait, wait, your mom opened a factory for you? And who is Sister E?" Cheng Xin was a little confused, then seemed to remember something: "That factory that the Ministry of Textile Industry wants to cooperate with, could it be yours?"
"Ah." Wang Xirou nodded.
Cheng Xin: ...
The Cheng family was considered fairly well-off in Beijing. In the 1980s, families that could send their daughters abroad to study were not exactly wealthy or powerful. Add to that Cheng Xin's own ambition and hard work, and it was this that allowed her to become best friends with Wang Xirou. The two shared different interests in fashion design. Cheng Xin's ancestors were in this field, and she had inherited their talent.
She also knew a little about Wang Xirou.
Although I knew she was the daughter of the richest man, I didn't expect it to be this outrageous. It directly affected the Ministry of Textile Industry, and they even collaborated on setting up a factory.
In fact, for many people, the concept of the richest person is just that they have a lot of money. They don't know what the platform of the richest person can bring.
Just as Lou Xiao'e said, Wang Xirou wanted to build a factory and become the number one in the country. This goal was already achieved when Qin Jingru went to talk to people about it.
This statement is not an exaggeration.
"Ouch, what are you doing?" Cheng Xin pinched Wang Xirou's cheek hard and rubbed it.
“I’m jealous,” Cheng Xin said irritably. “My mom wanted me to go to the Ministry of Textile Industry, saying there were some big moves going on at the top, and if I went in, I could become a small manager. But look what happened, I’m going to be a small manager for your factory.”
"Hehe." Wang Xirou chuckled, then pulled Cheng Xin along, saying, "Oh, it's no big deal for you to help me. You can tell Auntie you'll come work for me later. By the way, let's go find my Uncle Big Head first, let's set up a stall..."
In this day and age, setting up a street stall is still considered rather shameful by people.
The prevailing view was that street vending was not a stable job, a mindset that persisted even in the early 21st century. And it remains so today.
But for a family as confident as them, setting up a stall is nothing special.
When Wang Xirou found Kui Datou, Kui Datou was still confused.
"You said you wanted to set up a stall?"
“Yes.” Wang Xirou nodded.
Kui Datou said somewhat helplessly, "Why are you doing that kind of thing? If you need money, just tell me, and I'll give you some. Setting up a stall is too tiring."
"Oh, Uncle, Mom sent me here. She wants me to experience it."
"This..." Kui Datou was somewhat skeptical: "Really?"
"Really, really."
"Alright then, but you can only set up your stall on the street near our factory, the one next to the food street. There are more people there, and there's someone supervising, and the fees aren't expensive. Do you understand? Don't go anywhere else. These days, I rarely get involved in these things anymore; other places aren't safe."
In the old days, setting up a stall wasn't just about setting up a stall; it could easily escalate into a brawl. It's unclear what Wang Shouren was thinking, sending his sweet, gentle daughter to set up a stall without warning. However, it was their family background, and Kui Datou couldn't interfere; he could only try his best to help them and ensure their safety.
"Yes, I'll choose that place too!"
Before coming, Wang Xirou did her homework. She knew where she could set up her stall, where she couldn't, where she might be kicked out, and where she would get into trouble. She found out all of this and then went to find Kui Datou after she had locked onto a market.
"Okay, what are you planning to sell?"
"clothing!"
"Clothes, wait a minute." Kui Datou took out a notebook from his closet, which contained many contact details. After a while...
He made a phone call and gave a few instructions over the phone.
Then he wrote down an address by hand, tore it off, and handed it to Wang Xirou: "Okay, go to your third uncle at this address and tell him that Da Tou introduced you. He will make the arrangements."
"Thank you, Uncle Big Head," Wang Xirou said sweetly, then ran off excitedly.
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