His rise to fame was also within Wang Shouren's expectations.
However, he has retired in recent years and handed over his affairs to others.
It wasn't given to his son either.
Instead, they are other shareholders of the company.
Wang Siren has three sons and two daughters, none of whom want to inherit his company; each has their own ideas.
Wang Siren also inherited Wang Shouren's magnanimity.
Let your children do whatever they want.
Starting a business is fine, even if you lose money, it doesn't matter.
After all, he knew that sometimes, the family's money really couldn't be spent.
Even if you start a business and squander your fortune, you can't squander it all.
More than influence.
Wang Ruiming was somewhat weaker than Wang Siren.
However, things weren't too bad. Initially, he also planned to pursue the automotive route, but he later lost interest. He loved flying and began to change direction, researching aircraft. He didn't actually build anything, but he published a lot of papers. His lab was so influential in the field of flight that even some official research institutions in China would consult him on issues.
Most importantly, he himself is over seventy years old. Having lived to this day, it is no exaggeration to call him a titan of a profession.
If this had happened a few decades earlier, I reckon many old folks would have been incredibly envious of Wang Shouren's condition.
Unfortunately, now that we look at it again, there's no one left to show off to him.
Most of Wang Shouren's contemporaries have passed away; there are hardly any left.
Even if they did, they mostly spent their days lying in bed. This was also why Wang Shouren was somewhat impatient.
As people get older, life becomes less and less interesting.
"Alright, that's enough. I know someone sent you to ask me, but I don't think it's the right time yet. That's my judgment. As for their judgment, they can act on their own." Wang Shouren waved his hand.
Then, with his hands behind his back, he swayed and went downstairs.
It was early in the morning, the sun was already up, and he still wanted to go downstairs to eat rice noodle rolls.
Since getting older, his daily hobby has become waking up early, taking Qin Jingru downstairs for a stroll, and before going home, having a plate of southern-style rice noodle rolls. The older he gets, the more he appreciates the southern lifestyle for retirement. Retirement in a place with spring-like weather all year round is ultimately better than a place where it snows. He leisurely strolled downstairs and called out to Qin Jingru, who was still sleeping in.
I don't know how she can sleep at her age.
In a daze, Qin Jingru threw a huge tantrum.
To be honest, this woman was becoming increasingly unreasonable, and Wang Shouren ignored her.
A moment later, she caught up by herself, muttering under her breath, "At her age, she's still so greedy."
"What are you craving? I don't know who it was that came to my house back then and saw all that pork and their mouth watered."
"It's because you're shameless, humph. I was naive back then and you fooled me. I've never seen anyone so thick-skinned, telling me you wanted two on the very first day we met!"
As people get older, they tend to reminisce about the past.
Now, they all have tempers.
It's not that he didn't have a temper when he was young, but that when he got old, there was no one left who could stop him from getting angry.
Back then, Li Weiguo, the big leader, and all those people have passed away. Sometimes, when he wanted to vent his anger, he found that they were all a bunch of weaklings, and he had nowhere to vent his frustration.
All that's left is my spouse, someone I can bicker with.
The rice noodle roll shop had been open for a while at seven o'clock, and steaming hot water vapor was swirling around the machine.
The owner skillfully placed the rice batter onto the steaming tray. This was the first batch of rice batter he'd made; it was used to filter out impurities. The batter was cooked to the perfect consistency, and it was steamed in less than a minute. He pulled it out, poured it into the trash can, and was just about to sit down for a while when he saw Wang Shouren and his companion.
"Hey, Uncle Wang, Aunt Qin, you two are here? The usual?"
"Yes, the usual!"
"What the same old thing! Just give him the regular stuff, too much food will cause indigestion!" Qin Jingru glared at Wang Shouren in annoyance.
"Why wouldn't it be digested? Besides, there's still tea!"
Old-fashioned rice noodle roll shops are equipped with tea tables and teapots. Some generous owners will even share their own tea leaves with customers. If you have nothing else to do, you can sit down, brew your own tea, and slowly savor it while waiting for your rice noodle rolls to be served. It's full of warmth and hospitality.
"Hey, look at this mess, sir. I didn't prepare any beef today, so how about a regular plate?" The owner, being a clever fellow, immediately stepped forward and said.
"Okay, okay, then let's go with the regular stuff." Wang Shouren took the opportunity to back down. He was joking, but Qin Jingru's mouth was now so sharp, she could talk even more than Qin Huairu. He really couldn't afford to mess with her.
"Alright, please have a seat, the water's ready," the owner replied immediately.
Wang Shouren calmly walked to the tea-making station, a spot usually reserved for the owner, with only regular customers making their own tea. Wang Shouren was one such regular; he had been a frequent customer for over ten years. The shop had been run by a middle-aged man who had gone from an old man to the owner, but Wang Shouren had remained there the whole time.
A short while later, the owner served the rice noodle rolls. Wang Shouren broke off a pair of disposable chopsticks, gave one to Qin Jingru, and began to eat slowly.
Seeing that it was this time of day and there was nothing to do, the boss sat down and chatted with the old man. He probably spends his days like this.
"Grandpa, have you heard? Zhang Ren is in trouble."
"Zhang Ren?" Wang Shouren pondered for a moment and then realized who it was.
It's about a guy who rented his office. He started from scratch and has done quite well. He rented an entire floor of office space. These days, being able to start from nothing is already quite remarkable. To be able to rent his office space is even more remarkable.
"Didn't I hear that the kid is doing pretty well in business, and he's even planning to go public?"
"Hey, that's not a business matter. I heard he was assassinated."
"Assassination?" Wang Shouren was shocked. "Such things still happen these days? Could this be just a rumor?"
"Definitely not. It's said he was pushed off his own apartment. He lives on the 23rd floor. You can think about it..." The boss wanted to say something more.
Just then, a student with a small backpack appeared at the shop entrance and called out, "Boss! A plate of rice noodle rolls!"
"Hey, you're here! Grandpa, please enjoy your meal," the owner replied.
There's a school nearby, so if you want to eat rice noodle rolls, you have to get up a little earlier. Some students with a sweet tooth will come around 7:10 am to grab a plate, and you just need to get to the school before 7:30 am. More and more students gradually arrive.
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