My maternal grandfather was a very traditional, or rather, very rule-abiding, person.
He held the belief that one's body and hair are gifts from one's parents and should not be damaged.
Of course, these are all feudal ideas from the old society. They will definitely change in the new society, and become: "Our bodies and hair are given to us by our parents and should not be damaged at will."
Speaking specifically about hair, it's okay to get a haircut when the weather gets hot, but you're absolutely not allowed to dye your hair just to look good.
I still remember when my second cousin, Gao Ao, went to study in another city and came to pay his respects to his grandfather during the Chinese New Year.
Grandpa was not happy at all; instead, he picked up the scissors and started slashing my second cousin.
Although Grandpa wasn't in good health, my second cousin didn't dare to run away.
He just stood there with a long face, tears streaming down his face, looking at the pile of blond hair on the ground, feeling ashamed and indignant.
“If your grandpa saw you with that bald head, he’d definitely call you a ‘pervert.’”
"Just because you're bare-chested doesn't mean you're being a pervert!" Gao Ang retorted irritably.
"Hey, you don't believe me? You dare come back if you dare, and see if your grandpa won't beat you up. Have you forgotten what your grandpa told you when you were little? Weren't all those 'hooligans' executed bald back then?"
“Oh dear, times have changed. That was so many years ago. Now we’re in a new phase of reform and opening up. I don’t believe Grandpa is still so stubborn.”
He said he didn't believe it, but Gao Ang was still a little uneasy inside.
"It's good that you're alright, I can't be bothered with you. Come back and visit your grandpa when you have time, while the weather is nice. In a while, he'll probably be back in bed." Mom's voice trailed off as she finished speaking.
"Okay, Mom, don't worry. I'm working hard to earn money. Once I've saved enough, I'll take Grandpa for surgery."
"Forget it, the experts from the health bureau already said that unless there's some kind of foam metal or ceramic stuff, there's no way to cure it completely. What good is that little bit of money you make from live streaming? You're lucky if you can support yourself. Bye!"
My mom gets very upset whenever her grandfather's illness is mentioned.
Foam metal?
Gao Ang picked up his phone again and dialed Lei Keming's number.
"Mr. Lei, does your company have any involvement in the field of foamed metals? Foamed ceramics are also an option."
This was a crucial question, so Gao Ang skipped the formalities and got straight to the point.
"Uh," Lei Keming on the other end of the phone was momentarily stunned by the high-sounding question. He had guessed what the call would be about, such as where he could have sex, or what he could use to soak his feet, or, to put something more elegant, where he could cultivate his mind.
"We do deal with foam materials, but..."
Before he could finish speaking, Gao Ang interrupted him again, "Alright, let me finish dealing with these matters, then we can talk more. Good night."
"..."
After hanging up the phone, Gao Yang lay in bed and began to recall the bits and pieces of life he had shared with his grandfather.
From the moment he opened his eyes, his memories were of the wooden rafters of his grandfather's tiled house, and his first bed was on the old tricycle his grandfather often rode.
My grandfather was always serious and strict with everyone. Although I was very mischievous, I didn't dare to act wildly in front of him.
In my memory, every autumn and winter, my grandfather would wrap himself in a thick military overcoat and stay indoors, and the stove in the house would burn bright red.
So during those autumns and winters, Ang Gao's favorite place to stay was in his grandfather's arms, because he could stay warm by the fire.
In the summer, Grandpa would act like a strange person, spending all day in the sun.
Even during the hottest days of summer, when the temperature reaches 30 or 40 degrees Celsius, he is not afraid at all.
Heatstroke?
He hadn't even considered this, and sometimes he would even joke: "I'd rather die from the heat than from the cold."
Grandpa's deeds are rarely mentioned by the family. It's not that the family doesn't want to talk about them, but whenever the topic comes up, everyone will be glared at by Grandpa.
I remember when I was a child, we visited relatives. Once, my second uncle mentioned something about subsidies, and my grandfather kicked him to the ground.
My second uncle not only stumbled and fell, but he also spent the entire Spring Festival that year in the hospital because his grandfather had broken three of his ribs.
At the time, Gao Feng didn't take it seriously, but only today does he find it a bit terrifying.
That was a little old man in his seventies, who broke several ribs of a strong man with a single kick...
In Gao Ang's eyes, his maternal grandfather had always been a mystery.
He was a skilled hunter; we often took him rabbit hunting when he was a child. He was an excellent shot, but unfortunately, all the hunting rifles in the village were later confiscated.
He would also cast nets to catch birds; he could easily make a net, gather some wheat bran or something, and that would improve their meals.
Grandpa was even good at handicrafts. I remember he used snow grass to weave straw sandals and straw hats for Gao Ang, which were very cool to wear.
But what Grandpa said at the time was something like: I just hope I never have to wear this again in my life.
Over the years, Gao Feng has learned more and more, and has gained a general understanding of his maternal grandfather's identity.
But he still didn't ask or try to find out. The more he did that, the more he felt that his grandfather was a great grandfather.
It seems that Grandpa even gave himself a nickname: Stone Egg.
They say it's a good stone because it's not afraid of the cold or hunger, and it helps you live a long life.
Gao Feng didn't believe any of these words, but whenever he questioned them, he would always be greeted with a friendly slap on the bottom by his mother.
However, to be fair, since he changed his nickname, he really hasn't had any serious illnesses.
"Grandpa, I will definitely find a way to cure you."
Although he didn't know what was wrong with his grandfather's health, Gao Ang was determined to make sure that his grandfather could go out to hunt rabbits even in winter.
For the next period of time, Gao Ang and his team would visit the companies they had invested in during the day to handle equity transfer matters. In the evenings, they would either have dinner and entertainment or Gao Ang would return to the hotel alone to train his supernatural abilities and study basic knowledge.
After several days of practice and reflection, he gradually discovered some discrepancies between his initial assumptions and reality.
At first, he thought he would remain unscathed in the subway accident because his body had become a magnet.
But he accidentally discovered that he could also "absorb" pens and paper.
July 10th was a Friday, and everyone who had been busy all week decided to relax over the weekend.
Du Yibing had arranged to meet a yacht club, saying he wanted to take Gao Ang to the sea to experience a grander scene.
In her words, no matter what, she is a shareholder of many high-tech companies, and it would be beneath her to lack experience in such matters.
For this yacht trip, they even cancelled their hotel reservations and took a flight of more than an hour, finally checking into their hotel in Assam at 11:30 p.m. that night.
"Going out to sea in this sweltering heat... nobody else would do that."
Reluctantly, Gao Yang dragged his senior's large suitcase, muttering complaints full of displeasure.
"It's not to broaden your horizons, you country bumpkin. Do you think I enjoy sunbathing? Let me tell you, tomorrow we'll be bringing some shareholders from Xiaojiang and Hanwuji. They're all big shots. If you can get along with them, wow."
Du Yibing didn't say anything more, but Gao Ang could get the gist of it from her words.
"Are these companies very powerful?"
"Those who run real industries and still manage to grow to such a large scale, especially those in the leading technology sectors that are directly competing with the West, what do you think?"
Speaking of this, Du Yibing truly admires Xia Weiwei's father.
She couldn't understand how that seemingly unremarkable newcomer to Shanghai could discover so many outstanding companies.
From the research and development of advanced raw materials to the development of cutting-edge stealth coatings, breakthroughs in the field of drones, and even venturing into the chip industry...
"Don't go out tonight. This is some information I prepared for you. Take a good look at it so you won't be at a loss for words when you talk to people tomorrow."
He handed Gao Feng a prepared folder, and Du Yibing took her suitcase and parted ways with him.
There was nothing they could do; the rooms the Xinjiang administration had booked for them weren't on the ground floor, but rather on the top floor—expensive ocean-view suites; while she and the other two had only regular double rooms… That's just how reality is.
In less than two minutes, Gao Ang finished reading the materials his senior sister had prepared for him, and he remembered them all clearly.
For example, Zhang Youwei, the deputy general manager of DJI's drone business unit, enjoys red wine, has a humorous manner, and is particularly proficient in Texas Hold'em.
"What is Texas Hold'em? I've only ever played Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game)."
Since the information says this guy is particularly skilled at Texas Hold'em, Gao Feng directly guesses that there will definitely be a poker match tomorrow.
It's okay if you don't know, just search it online, then find an app and play a few rounds. With his current supercomputing capabilities, dealing with a few ordinary humans should be a piece of cake.
By opening a search engine and consulting encyclopedia entries, Gao Feng quickly grasped the basic rules of this poker game in less than three minutes.
Then open the game lobby and enter the keyword "Texas Hold'em"...
The search result was "None".
After searching through a search engine, Gao Ang learned the following result: the game was canceled.
"Good riddance. In that case, we should be playing Dou Dizhu (a card game) tomorrow."
Because there are two other people inside who also like to play cards, and their favorite is Dou Dizhu, specifically Dou Dizhu with two decks of cards.
Putting that matter aside, Gao Ang began to study his own special ability, namely the "magnetic pole effect".
I took the ear pick out and placed it on the table, then tore off a note from the hotel's notepad and placed it next to the ear pick.
Then he took the pen out of the folder and put it on the table.
Three items, three attributes.
One piece of iron, one piece of plastic, and one piece of paper.
Why can they all be sucked up?
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