Chapter 394: You can’t spend all your money lying down for ten lifetimes, but you will lose all your money if you work hard for a lifetime
Night, Zaojun Temple courtyard.
Li Dayong had been watching Li Zhongfa and waiting for a long time.
He was waiting for Li Zhongfa's evaluation of Director Wang.
Li Zhongfa squinted his eyes and smoked three cigarettes in a row before he put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.
"Dayong! I, your master, will speak frankly to you. You can decide for yourself whether it is right or wrong."
Li Zhongfa waved his hand to disperse the smoke in front of him, revealing his still shrewd eyes.
"Director Wang is an excellent and respectable soldier. He is a man who never gives in and is upright for the sake of the collective.
When I was in the army, I had the same energy. I was not afraid of sacrifice in the face of the enemy's attacks and provocations. Even if I died, I would not lose anything for the collective."
"only"
Li Zhongfa sighed and continued, "But when this energy is used in running a business, it loses three points of flexibility and three points of smoothness."
“.”
Li Dayong seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand, so he had to ask with a bitter face: "Then how should we get along with Director Wang? Master, I really can't make up my mind now."
"You'd better not get along with him," Li Zhongfa said honestly, "You should let that Guo Tianyong fight him! With your scheming, you can't even last three moves against him. You'd better stop now."
"ah?"
Li Dayong opened his mouth wide, looking very disappointed.
He thought to himself that he had worked diligently over the past few years and was considered an experienced business manager. How come his advisor looked at him in even worse terms than when he was a child?
When he was a child, Li Zhongfa often said, "Dayong is a promising child!"
Li Ye patted Li Dayong on the shoulder and motioned the two brothers to go out and talk, because he saw that Li Zhongfa's mood was not very good either.
However, as soon as Li Ye stood up, Li Zhongfa said.
"Xiao Ye, wait a moment."
After Li Dayong left, Li Zhongfa smiled and said, "Xiao Ye! What I said just now was from my heart, but don't think that grandpa is the same person as him."
Li Zhongfa patted his chest lightly and said calmly: "Your grandfather was also a brave man who dared to fight with bayonets in battle and would not give an inch.
But when I came to manage the enterprise, I also knew how to adapt and understood the principle that the people would follow whoever gave more benefits.
As long as the wages are right, I can tell my workers to do whatever they are told without blowing the emergency call, so... you don't have to worry."
“.”
Li Ye was stunned for several seconds before he gave Li Ye a thumbs up: "Grandpa is a man of both literary and martial talents. I admire him so much."
"Stop bragging about your grandfather and go and persuade Dayong! That kid is too impatient~"
. . . . . . . .
When Li Ye arrived at the yard, he found that Li Dayong was depressed and unhappy.
Li Ye could actually guess why Li Dayong was like this. Over the past year or so, this kid had been under great psychological pressure.
He always felt that he was led by Li Ye, and that he should grow up quickly, to the point where Li Ye and Pei Wenhui would praise him.
But it's not that easy. How can a group of old foxes be easily defeated by a kid like you? Do you think you have cheats?
"Let's go! Go for a spin."
Li Ye made an appointment with Li Dayong to get on a small BMW, and drove away for dozens of kilometers to a secluded place.
Then Li Ye said directly: "Dayong! The mechanical industry is all about technology. You studied mechanics, so you just need to focus on technical research.
As for how to run a business, you may not understand it, and neither may I, so what are you worried about? Isn't it enough to let professionals do professional things? Aren't I also letting Hao Jian and Lao Pei manage the business?"
Li Dayong shook his head slowly and firmly, and said sullenly: "Brother, I know I am stupid, but if I don't understand today, I won't understand tomorrow, but I must understand the day after tomorrow, right?
People say that wealth doesn't last for more than three generations. I have to learn! I can't let Xiaohui run the company in my 30s or 40s, right?
I can't fail to teach my children how to run a business in the future, right? As long as I work hard, I can become an excellent business manager one day."
"Who told you these crooked truths?"
"Is this how you explain 'wealth does not last for more than three generations'?" Li Ye said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Dayong! Do you know that a prodigal son who lies down obediently cannot pull off the 'wealth does not last for more than three generations' drama?"
“.”
Li Dayong pondered for a moment and said, "Brother, what do you mean? I don't understand. What does it mean to lie down obediently? And why can't wealth last for more than three generations?"
Li Ye shook his head and explained, "What I mean is that as long as you catch a good time, you can earn enough money in your lifetime that your children and grandchildren can't spend it all in their lifetime.
But if they always think about working hard and have unrealistic expectations, they may squander all their family fortunes in their lifetime.
Just listen to me and start with the technology first, don't interfere with the business, I guarantee you will make enough money to last for three lifetimes.
But if you insist on intervening in the business, don't call me brother when I ask you to pay your debt."
"Brother, you look down on me too much,"
Li Dayong finally burst out his displeasure, and mumbled in defense: "I am a famous university student after all, and I am more hardworking than others. How can I be so ambitious but incompetent?"
Li Ye rolled his eyes and shrugged, "Don't even mention you, a college student. Meibang's daughter is a gold medal student studying abroad! Didn't she still ruin her father's money?"
Li Dayong touched his head and asked in confusion: "Brother, who is Meibang? Is it the company of Dengta?"
“.”
Meibang, is an unconventional path, it is a beautiful memory of the past!
The successor of Metersbonwe followed the standard script of a domineering, rich and beautiful president, but ended up suffering losses year after year and countless small goals were wasted.
Who do you blame for this?
Blame her?
Bullshit, blame those old foxes like Director Wang who have mastered conspiracies and tricks.
. . . . . . .
What Li Ye said about wealth not lasting more than three generations makes sense, but it also depends on who it is directed at. If it is directed at a family that lacks virtue, then even if they lie down and drink cold water every day, they will not last more than three generations.
For example, Ai Zhixin’s family.
It was only on the fourth day after returning to the Lighthouse that Teacher Ai and his mother drove out of an old apartment building in the slums of San Francisco and headed towards the suburbs in a broken Ford car that was emitting black smoke.
"Xiao Xin! When you see your father later, don't act too proud. Be more obedient. And make sure others think that you have experienced many dangers in the mainland. Otherwise, if your brothers and sisters find out, you will be in trouble."
"I understand, mom. I'm not a child. Besides, don't you know what kind of people those brothers and sisters are? They won't rush back to the mainland. They will just let me work for them and reap the benefits."
"Alas, there is nothing we can do about it," the old woman said sadly, "It's all my fault that I didn't have the means to seize the opportunity to be promoted to the position, otherwise, you would have been able to enjoy the fruits of my labor today."
"You're just sitting back and enjoying the fruits of your labor with just a few fruits? Mom, you're really too old-fashioned. You're really too pedantic.
Why did my father have to wait four days to see me when I came back from the mainland? How destitute has this family become? Do you still think we are in the days of waiting in line for an interview by handing in a letter? "
"Xiao Xin, don't be angry. Isn't today your father's birthday? I guess the reason I let you go today is to scare those parasites and give you some prestige."
"I don't need any fanfare! I don't even want to bother with them."
Ai Zhixin was driving and listening to his mother's nagging, and he felt a little annoyed.
He was born into a large family with a large population. Because his mother was a concubine, he was born inferior to others.
Every day my mother thinks about how to compete with other women in the family, and forgets that this is a beacon of freedom.
Of course, Ai Zhixin has been working hard, but even the beacon of freedom has never given him a chance to counterattack and rise to the top.
It was not until this trip back to the mainland that Ai Zhixin felt that he could stand up again.
Of course, careful planning is needed.
The broken Ford drove to the southern suburbs of San Francisco and arrived at the door of a large, half-new mansion.
After leaving the car in the open space at the door, Ai Zhixin and his mother rang the doorbell.
Half a day later, a very old servant opened the door. After seeing that it was Ai Zhixin and his son, he forced a smile.
"The fourth lady is here. The master was just talking about you and your son. Please come in!"
"Thank you, Uncle Liang. Here is some dry tobacco for you."
"Oh, thank you so much, Madam Fourth, you still remember that I like this."
Ai Zhixin and his mother entered the living room of the villa and found it was already "too crowded".
More than a dozen people were crowded in the small living room. Some of them had no place to sit and could only lean against a random place. They didn't talk much to each other, and the silent atmosphere was very depressing.
However, after seeing Ai Zhixin, everyone suddenly became active.
"Xiao Xin, why did it take you so long to come back? Why are you so slow in doing even the smallest things?"
"That's right. Last time I sent money back, I thought it was a huge amount! But it turned out to be only 5,000 US dollars. Did you really do your job well in the mainland?"
"Sixth brother, I heard that you brought back two interesting things. Why don't you show them to everyone?"
"Yes, yes, let's take a look first."
Everyone gathered around Ai Zhixin and talked a lot. A man who was older than him took the suitcase from Ai Zhixin without any hesitation.
Ai Zhixin took a step back, put the box behind him, and said calmly: "Don't worry, I think we should wait for father to come out before showing it to everyone!"
“.”
Everyone was stunned, and the look in their eyes when they looked at Ai Zhixin showed that something was wrong.
A middle-aged woman said sarcastically, "Hey, Xiaoliu has also learned to put on airs? Who taught him this? Could it be you, Fourth Sister?"
The fourth lady gave the other person a look and said with a fake smile, "Third sister, you are joking. I don't know how to put on airs myself, so how can I teach Xiaoxin to learn those things? I think you all misunderstood."
"If it's really a misunderstanding, then it's definitely not a big deal. I'm just afraid that someone will think I'm too arrogant."
The Third Madam looked coldly at Ai Zhixin and his mother, and sneered, "Fourth sister, could it be that Xiaoxin brought back money from the mainland and paid off all your loans?"
"Yes! I was wondering why you only remitted 5,000 US dollars last time. Did you two embezzle the money?"
Everyone was talking non-stop, questioning Ai Zhixin and his mother.
But Ai Zhixin didn't even raise his eyelids. The real culprit hasn't come out yet, so why waste so much saliva?
“Ahem~”
An old cough was heard outside the living room, and a gray-haired man walked in.
The man looked strong and was followed by a woman in her fifties with cold and sharp eyes.
Everyone stood up and said to the old man in unison: "Ah Ma, you are blessed."
"Keep your voice down, don't let the neighbors hear us and sue us for disturbing the public."
After Prince Beile sat down, he glanced at everyone coldly, then said calmly: "Make room for Xiaoxin."
A forty-year-old man looked around, stood up reluctantly, and gave his seat to Ai Zhixin.
Lord Beile raised his chin and said calmly, "Where's the thing? Show it to me so I can take a look."
Ai Zhixin put the box on the coffee table, but did not open it immediately. Instead, he put forward his request.
"Father, this trip back to the mainland is not only a matter of life and death, but also extremely dangerous, so I dare to ask for a reward."
"Reward?" Lord Beile chuckled and said kindly, "What reward do you want?"
Ai Zhixin said, "I want to sell this good thing and repay the loan that my mother and I have taken out first."
“It looks like this thing is good!”
Prince Beile smiled and nodded, saying, "If the things are good, I will pay back your loan first."
Ai Zhixin breathed a sigh of relief, opened his suitcase and took out the Tang Sancai.
"Please take a look at this set of Tang Sancai glazes, which have soft and appropriate shades, and are naturally infiltrated with each other, and have a mottled and dripping effect.
Just the brilliance of these colors can give it a sense of grandeur and splendor, and it is definitely not an ordinary product."
A group of royal nobles in the living room all stared at the Tang Sancai with shining eyes, like a group of hyenas who had caught a large piece of rotten meat and lined up waiting to eat.
But no one noticed that there was a brilliant light flashing in the prince's eyes.
He looked left and right, and no matter how he looked at it, this piece of Tang Sancai seemed so familiar, so familiar that it made him furious.
Antiques are things that are real and fake, fake and real. If you deal in real ones all day long, can you become rich overnight?
In order to deal with some rebellious soldiers and bandits, some fake goods are also needed as an emergency measure.
So naturally, there were some fake ones in that huge pile of treasures, but Lord Beile and the Guan brothers knew very well what the real ones were.
"Xiao Xin, did you pick this Tang Sancai from a pile of antiques yourself? Or did Master Guan give it to you?"
Ai Zhixin said, "It was given to me by Guan Er. They are keeping those things very strictly guarded. I have only heard preliminary information. Father, please give me a few more months, I promise."
"Hmph~"
Prince Beile laughed and said, "Even if I give you another ten years, you still won't be able to see the real stuff."
(End of this chapter)
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