No Choice
What Qin Sheng wanted to do now was to integrate all their resources, take action separately, and solve them one by one. He could not keep his eyes on Shanghai and ignore Third Master Wu's group. After all, the Yan Family, Third Master Wu, the old monk, and the others were jackals of the same tribe.
Originally, Qin Sheng wanted to deal with the Yan Family and Third Master Wu's group after a period of time. He wanted to finish the reorganization of the Shanghai company first. After all, this involved his future position in the Chang 'an Department. Could he be recognized and could he take over smoothly?
Qin Changan could not decide these things alone. He needed the approval of the major shareholders behind him, because they represented different interest groups.
However, a few things happened one after another, which made Qin Sheng a little angry. He did not expect that he did not go to those people for revenge, but those people wanted to make trouble for him. This was a little unbearable.
Qin Sheng was a little confused about where they got the courage to take the initiative to attack. What Bao Fan said today reminded him that what if Sijiu City joined hands with them?
The Yan Family and Third Master Wu knew that he would take revenge on them. If they did not take the initiative to admit their mistakes, they could only fight to the end. In this way, they must have enough strength to face the pressure from the Qin Family. Otherwise, they could only seek death. Therefore, these people would naturally look for allies. Maybe they would find those people in Beijing.
This was one aspect.
On the other hand, if the Yan Family and Third Master Wu were still hesitating and did not know how to face Qin Sheng, what if the old enemies of the Qin Family in Sijiu City took the initiative to find them?
Common enemies, common interests, both sides hit it off, each took what they needed, and everyone was happy?
The more Qin Sheng thought about it, the more likely it was. Because no matter Third Master Wu of the Yan Family or those people in Sijiu City, they were not ordinary people.
How could he solve this situation?
After the others left, Qin Sheng was lost in thought. He suddenly felt that he was facing a lot of pressure.
Some people wanted him to die, some people wanted him out, some people were watching him make a fool of himself, some people were looking on coldly, and some people were ready to take advantage of him. It was really lively.
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In the Palace Museum in Beijing. The cultural relics collected here were absolutely the best in the country. It could be called the largest ancient art treasure house in China. There were about 350,000 pieces of ceramic cultural relics.
The Hall of Literary Glory was the permanent exhibition hall of the Palace Museum's ceramic exhibits. The main hall, the Hall of Literary Glory and the Hall of Main Respect, were the first exhibition rooms. The two side halls, the Hall of Benevolence and the Hall of Chivalry, were the second and third exhibition rooms. More than 400 pieces of fine ceramics not only reflected the vertical evolution from pottery to porcelain, but also reflected the simultaneous development of official kilns and folk kilns, covering a comprehensive range of products, rarely seen in the world.
At this moment, two men dressed in simple clothes were leisurely admiring these ceramic exhibits. The hunchbacked man walking in front was an old man who was almost seventy years old. His hair was white, and there were many age spots on his face. However, his eyes were very spirited. The old man wore coarse hemp clothes and cloth shoes. When he encountered an interesting collection, he would stay for a few more minutes.
There were many tourists in the main hall, but no one knew that the old man had donated dozens of pieces of porcelain to the Palace Museum. It was just that the old man did not publicize it. If the old man wanted, he could ask the director of the Palace Museum to personally accompany him to the warehouse to see the collections that would never be displayed. However, the old man was tired of this kind of privileged life. He was now an ordinary old man.
The man following behind was less than fifty years old. He was relatively well-proportioned and did not have the weight of a middle-aged man. His hair was also very thick, not like a Mediterranean hairstyle. Needless to say, his complexion and complexion were natural. It could be seen that this middle-aged man usually paid attention to health.
The middle-aged man said respectfully, "Fourth Uncle, you have to come here once a month. Ordinary people really can't stand it." After all, the old man in front of him was his elder.
The old man, who was bent over and staring at a piece of Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain, looked back at the middle-aged man and said, "I have nothing to do. I just want to look at it a few more times. When I can't walk anymore, I really won't have a chance to look at it anymore."
The old man did not have any hobbies. Every time he went to a city, he had to go to the local museum. The old man felt that to understand the history of a city, one must understand it from two places. One was the museum, and the other was the local chronicle.
In order to see the collections that he wanted to see, the old man had been to many places around the world. He had been to several major museums. For example, he could stay in the China Museum of the British Museum for a week. He went there on time every day and did not come back until the museum closed. He often regretted that these national treasures had been lost overseas. It was a pity that these things could not be bought back even if one had money.
Therefore, whenever national treasures that had been lost overseas appeared in several major auction houses, the old man would choose to sell them. Therefore, over the years, he had saved a lot of money, but in the end, he had donated all of it to the museum. He felt that these things were left by his ancestors and should be left to his descendants instead of being owned by himself.
In any case, at least on this point, the old man's vision was much higher than that of too many people.
The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Fourth Uncle, you are still young."
The old man walked at a moderate pace, and the middle-aged man just accompanied him like this. They chatted from time to time without any impatience. Not far behind them, there were two casual staff, but they did not disturb them.
When the old man felt that it was about time, the middle-aged man accompanied the old man out of the main hall and walked aimlessly in the Forbidden City. The old man was very familiar with a lot of history, and the middle-aged man felt that he was inferior to him.
Finally, when the sun was setting and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the entire Forbidden City, making people unable to distinguish the era, the old man said slowly, "Zeyuan, you've been accompanying me for a day. Are you okay?"
The middle-aged man, who was called Ze Yuan by the old man, chuckled and said, "I think it's good to accompany Fourth Uncle to stroll around like this. I am too busy usually. I don't know what I am busy with. People like us are like this. We don't lack anything, but we are busy every day."
At this time, there were no more tourists in the Forbidden City, and the staff began to clear the place. The old man did not need any special privileges, and began to follow the tourists out.
He sighed and said, "Yes, most people don't know what they are busy with in their lives, what ambition, desire, and so on. In the end, they are all high in the sky. But life is life, and we have to find something for ourselves to do, don't you think so?"
The old man's thinking was always so unique. The middle-aged man laughed. For people like them, no matter what, they had to move forward. They had to move forward.
After the old man walked a few steps, he suddenly turned back and said, "You have accompanied me for a day, say something."
The middle-aged man had been waiting for the old man to ask this question. He frowned and said, "Fourth Uncle, we can say something, but are you really sure?"
"If I am not sure, how can I ask you? Outsiders all think that he has passed, but only a few people know that it is just a chance for him to breathe. The ending has long been decided, "the old man said bluntly.
The middle-aged man was very confused and said, "Fourth Uncle, the relationship between your two families is so close, why do you want to do this?"
The old man was not surprised that the middle-aged man would ask this question. He smiled and said, "When a big ship is leaking, we naturally need to reduce the weight and throw away the things that should be thrown away, so that we can continue to move forward."
The middle-aged man sighed and said, "I understand." Obviously, that man had become a sacrificial pawn, or a scapegoat.
The old man continued to say, "Relationships and interests are two different things. We are not only representing ourselves. If I only represent myself, of course, I will not do this. But behind us is a big family, a complicated interest group. Even if I have the final say, I can't do this. What do you think?"
The middle-aged man nodded and said, "You are right. This is also the reason why we can't rest no matter how busy and tired we are. Only when the arrangements are done can we stop."
"We're all responsible for this ship's development. It's moving a little too fast, and a tall tree attracts the wind. However, someone has to stand up and take responsibility. If no one wants to stand up, then we can only do it this way. We can't be blamed," the old man said with some emotion. Because of this matter, cracks had recently appeared in the relationships with many people. After all, there were too many people involved.
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and asked, "What did the Li family say?"
"He's already agreed. With Li's personality, he's decisive, so you don't have to worry," the old man replied. They had almost reached an agreement on this matter, and there were not many people on their side. Moreover, the risk was very high.
The middle-aged man seemed to think of something and replied, "I still don't understand. Why did the board of directors elect more people, especially Qin Sheng, last time? I don't quite understand."
The old man smiled and explained, "There is always a compromise. Step by step."
The middle-aged man continued, "Do you mean to let Qin Sheng take over?"
"What do you think?" The old man suddenly laughed. This was impossible. How could they let a young man control this big ship? Qin Changan was Qin Changan, and Qin Sheng was Qin Sheng. They were two completely different things. Back then, they had chosen Qin Changan because of their friendship, which had been accumulated for decades, and they each took what they needed.
The middle-aged man understood again. Today's information was a little too much. He had to digest it slowly.
"Everything is the most reasonable thing to do. Otherwise, we will all be in trouble." When the old man said the last sentence, his face was very serious. No one knew what he was thinking.
The middle-aged man knew what the old man was thinking. A series of examples were there. If they did not make a choice, they could only be run over by the wheel of history.
The middle-aged man thought for a moment and finally said, "Since things have come to this, we have no other choice. Fourth Uncle, you have the final say."
Hearing this, the old man chuckled.
On the way home, the old man specially asked the driver to take a lap on Chang 'an Street. The driver did not understand. After all, the old man should have taken this road many times since he was a child. Why did he want to take a lap?
The old man looked at Chang 'an Street, which was just lit up. No one knew what he was thinking. Every inch of land on this street was built with power. People came and went in a hurry. They all wanted to leave their footprints here. How many people had failed here?
Therefore, the reason why he did this was very simple.
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