Gongsun Yu complained to Ding Ba in private more than once that he had no interest in domineering CEOs at all. His lifelong dream was to be a photographer, to capture the beautiful scenery around the world, and it would be even better if he could publish his work in National Geographic magazine.
But the old man was a man of his word, and Gongsun Yu didn't have the guts to say no; he only dared to complain in private.
Ye Qingqing found it amusing. Everyone else was vying for it by all means, but Gongsun Yu didn't want it. However, she still thought Gongsun Yu was wiser. Managing such a huge business empire was no easy task; it would be exhausting. It would be better to sit at home and wait for dividends, enjoying life in a relaxed manner!
“Since Gongsun Yu doesn’t want to take over, he should explain it to the old man as soon as possible, so that the old man will have time to look for someone else,” Ye Qingqing said.
Ding Ba scoffed, "He doesn't have the guts. The old man told him to go east, but he didn't even dare to turn his back on the southeast."
Ye Qingqing shrugged; she understood somewhat why Gong Yi's descendants were so mediocre.
Because Gong Yi was too domineering, he made all the decisions in the family, big and small. His subordinates had no chance to be tempered and lived in a stable and wealthy environment every day. They were like flowers in a greenhouse. How could they possibly grow into strong bamboo that could withstand wind, frost, snow and rain?
People like Gong Yi, born in a chaotic era, spent their childhood and youth in war. As the saying goes, troubled times produce heroes, and this is the truth. That bloody era brought Gong Yi a lot of suffering, but it also made him who he is.
If Gong Yi had lived in such a stable and peaceful era as it is today, his achievements would never have been so great.
Ye Qingqing couldn't help but glance at Ding Ba. Speaking of which, this guy still had a bit of Gong Yi's shadow in him. At least he was more capable of inheriting the mantle than Gongsun Yu. This was because Ding Ba had climbed his way up from the bottom of society. He was thick-skinned, ruthless, and meticulous. Otherwise, how could an outsider like him have opened a club in Pingjiang? It would have been smashed up long ago.
However, Ding Ba is only a grandson, and they became related by marriage later in life. He doesn't even want to change his surname to Gongsun, which shows that he has no interest in that wealth at all. Besides, his own father is a rich man, so there's no need for him to compete with the Gongsun family!
"Eat, eat. These things have nothing to do with us. I think the old man is in good health. He should live for another ten years or so without any problems. Nothing bad will happen to him for now." Ding Ba urged them to eat.
This is the newly opened Baiweiju branch of Tang's father. It is not in the bustling city center, but in a pleasant suburban area. They dine in a pavilion in the middle of the lake, where lotus flowers are in full bloom. A gentle breeze blows, the green waves ripple, and the beautiful lotus flowers sway in the wind, bringing a refreshing lotus fragrance.
What's more, there are delicious dishes, and before you know it, you've eaten too much and don't want to leave.
However, eating here is not cheap, especially in this pavilion. Many people are scrambling to get a table, but only two tables are available each day, and only for these few months. Once the weather gets cold, who would want to come to the center of the lake to brave the cold wind? Tang Yuanyuan said that the orders are already booked until next year.
"Qingqing is going to Paris for a ball soon, isn't she?" Ding Ba asked with concern.
Ye Qingqing nodded, "There's still a month and a half left. I'll go with Aunt Xiang then, but it's a pity that Sister Tianxiong can't go."
The ball in Paris gathers the world's socialites, and Miao Tianxiang would recommend some of them, so she would naturally attend. Miao Tianxiong would also go with them, but this year, due to her pregnancy, they couldn't go anywhere.
Ding Ba smiled slightly, but he felt terrible inside. That shrew was as strong as an ox; in his opinion, she could even run a marathon. What kind of ghost fetus was she raising?
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