Things are changing rapidly.
Nowadays, most companies, once they reach a certain stage of development, no longer have the ability to continue to grow.
It's not that they're incapable, but rather that they've already hit their ceiling. Having hit that ceiling, the much-anticipated internal strife will inevitably begin. In this phase, whether it's the host or the participants in the infighting, a single misstep can lead to utter destruction.
Now, Wang Mingyue is in her fifties, calm and composed.
Seeing Wang Shouren lying on the bed, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
Wang Siren was someone who didn't know how to teach children, unlike Wang Shouren, whose methods were always the same.
Wang Mingyue grew up with his father from a young age, and was even somewhat timid as a child. After all, growing up in the United States meant that discrimination against people of Asian descent never stopped.
Qin Jingru noticed the problem and immediately brought Wang Mingyue back to China.
It was because of this that Wang Mingyue's personality underwent a dramatic change.
This naturally reflects the hard work and dedication of Wang Shouren.
Seeing his grandfather, who used to be like a playful old man, lying in bed, he naturally felt bad.
"Dad... Dad..." Wang Xirou called softly.
Wang Shouren snapped out of his reverie; he hadn't been daydreaming, he had just been staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Yes, everyone's here." Wang Shouren glanced at everyone and said to the man in the suit standing next to him, "Let's begin."
This is the notary he invited back.
Next, it will be notarized.
Only now do the people living in this house realize just how wealthy Wang Shouren truly was.
After explaining, Wang Ruiming couldn't help but ask, "Dad, where did you get so much money?"
"Yes, Grandpa, you..."
Even Wang Mingyue found this amount of money outrageous. His family was already wealthy enough; in fact, he was practically at the top of the wealth ladder. Now, he suddenly realized just how outrageous his grandfather's wealth truly was.
"Hmph, what is money?" Wang Shouren sneered. "Back then, your stepmother invested in countless companies on my advice. You don't think I didn't invest at all, do you? Every single thing I've done since I came out in '79 has required a lot of money. Without money, how can I poach talent, how can I develop? In the '80s, I dared to offer annual salaries of over 100,000 yuan to poach talent from the United States."
"It's all because I have ways to make money."
"In the 1990s, behind Big Brother, the money I made ranked third. First was Bald Eagle, and second was the higher-ups." At this point, Wang Shouren sighed heavily: "In the end, we still couldn't beat those guys from Bald Eagle. Those bastards just went for the kill!"
At this point, Wang Shouren became furious.
Because of his prophetic abilities, he had a lot of time to plan ahead. But in reality, sometimes planning is ultimately useless against absolute power. The other party just went ahead and grabbed the prize, acting as the house. Fortunately, he was ruthless too; after a back-and-forth struggle, he successfully tore off a piece of the pie.
However, this piece of meat is not easy to swallow.
"You don't need to worry too much about it. Money is just a number. Most of it is in the hands of our comrades. Given your current positions, you probably won't need this money. However, you can use it to get people to do some things, which can be considered a means of self-protection."
Wang Shouren understood long ago that how much money one earns is actually of little significance.
When you have a lot of money, it loses its meaning. Because at that point, you'll inevitably come into contact with the core leadership. To them, what is money? Internally, it's a tool for maintaining stability. Externally, it's a tool for plundering the wealth of others. They won't fuss over a house; they only know that as long as the country is stable, they have power.
Therefore, all economic activities serve the purpose of politics.
This is true for every country.
Compared to Wang Ruiming's composure, Wang Mingyue lacked a certain maturity.
However, each generation has its own ideas, and Wang Shouren didn't say much about it. These things weren't his responsibility to teach, but that brat Wang Siren clearly hadn't revealed the true nature of the world to Wang Mingyue, so it was Wang Shouren's turn to offer guidance.
"You're the child's third uncle, so please give the child some pointers when you have time."
By the time Wang Shouren reached that age, he had achieved enlightenment and self-realization. Many people, standing before him, could be roughly understood at a glance. This wasn't some kind of metaphysics, but a peculiar perception—call it experience or something else. He still possessed the ability to sense subtle emotional fluctuations.
He felt he was about to become an immortal.
I drift in the world I'm creating all day, wondering when it will ever come to fruition.
Actually, this matter wouldn't take long; it would just involve explaining how to divide their assets. If it were someone else, it would likely lead to a huge argument. But the Wang family wouldn't. From a young age, they've believed in a principle: what belongs to you is yours. Everything must be earned through your own efforts.
This striving is not about forceful acquisition, but about obtaining it through one's own wisdom.
There was no infighting or backstabbing within the Wang family.
Everyone is shining in their own field.
After the group of people walked out...
Wang Xirou told Wang Ruiming to stop.
"What's wrong, sis?"
"Why didn't Dad get the Xu family's share?" Wang Xirou was quite observant.
Wang Ruiming frowned: "Perhaps, it's because they don't want Xu Ningning to be too cocky?"
"That makes sense. She's not short of money anyway, so let's leave it at that. If she knew that she had such a large sum of money behind her, she'd probably start investing in some unreliable projects again."
If Qin Jingru is the queen of investment, then Xu Ningning is the queen of philanthropy.
God knows exactly how much of her family fortune she's squandered over the years. She's only managing to get by because her family is there to support her.
He's good at managing companies, but his investment acumen, in a sense, rivals that of Zhuge Liang and Pang Tong.
Oh no, the Crouching Dragon and the Phoenix Chick actually helped the boss make money. She, on the other hand, purely lost money.
The key point is that those people weren't scammers. If they were, they would have been able to recover their investments. Most of the companies she invested in eventually went bankrupt. The better ones found jobs and continued working, while the worse ones were left heavily in debt.
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