When he first took over the Wan Wen Group, his uncle was worried about him and took him to Peace Mountain, Central, Half Mountain, and Shallow Water Bay to find out which house he was in. This was to prevent him from being bullied in the future and not being able to find a house to take revenge on.
At Taiping Mountain, he heard his uncle talk about the history of Taiping Mountain.
It was said that when the pirate Zhang Baozai occupied Hong Kong in the Jiaqing Dynasty, he set up camps at the foot of the mountain and used the mountain as a lookout. When he saw a merchant ship passing by, he would use a flag to inform the camp at the foot of the mountain and send ships to intercept it. That was why Taiping Mountain was also called Flag Mountain.
Then he heard his uncle talk about the pirates in Hong Kong. These pirates used to cause a lot of damage to the shipping industry in the mainland. All the containers that came out of the mainland ports were filled with shoes, socks, towels, and clothes. Once they got their hands on them, they could make a lot of money.
Some of the stolen goods even ended up in the hands of Loudspeaker Factory in Hong Kong. At that time, Yu Dehua wanted to kick all the loudspeakers to death because many of the goods were from his factory. He was the one who suffered the loss.
Now, Yang Huai compared Wu Boxiong's words with his uncle's and naturally understood.
"Oh, you know a lot?" Wu Boxiong opened another two bottles and gave one to Yang Huai before giving one to himself. He continued, "I heard all this from my old man. He said he was a water bandit, but he was just a petty thief. At first, he was very popular, but later on, he became worse and worse. In the end, he washed his hands and went ashore to become a good citizen."
"Then I don't understand Sister Hua and Uncle Wu." Yang Huai's imagination went wild. Could it be that they were the wives of the pirates?
"My mother's grandfather used to lead troops under Chen Jitang. I don't know what kind of commander he was, but he was a high-ranking official." Wu Boxiong continued to ask, "Do you know Chen Jitang?"
"Yes, he is known as the Southern Sky King." Yang Huai did not suspect that he was lying. In Hong Kong, a place as small as the palm of a hand, there were many descendants of the so-called aristocrats. Among his classmates, there were many fourth or fifth generation descendants of characters who appeared in the textbooks. He was no longer surprised.
"Anyway, my mother lived a good life," Wu Poxiong said angrily. "Later, our family came to Hong Kong. My grandpa was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He had no one to rely on when he came to Hong Kong, so he tried to learn how to do business. His business didn't go well, and he went bankrupt. After that, his business never improved. My mother suffered a lot."
"Then how did Sister Hua and Uncle Wu meet?" Yang Huai couldn't stand Wu Boxiong's nagging.
"No one told me the specifics. I think she jumped into the sea because she missed my grandpa. My dad saved her," Wu Boxiong said. "Then, my mom married my dad."
"So Sister Hua agreed?" Yang Huai asked.
"If he had agreed, the two of them wouldn't have ended up like this," Wu Poxiong said honestly. "My father had just washed his hands and came ashore at that time. He had money in his hands. My grandpa probably coveted that, so he let my mother marry my father.
Anyway, ever since I was young, no matter how my father coaxed my mother, he had never seen her smile. They've been like this for the rest of their lives. Sigh … "
"It's not easy." Yang Huai thought Wu Poxiong was lamenting about the fate of his parents, but what he said next shattered his worldview.
"If it wasn't for my grandpa destroying my father's savings, I'm sure I wouldn't be so poor right now …" Wu Poxiong sighed heavily. "He's so spineless. He just listens to whatever my grandpa says. Sigh, he doesn't even have a standpoint of his own."
He almost called his mother a femme fatale.
"Uncle Wu is a loyal man. He's a role model for all men." Yang Huai really admired Old Man Wu. If he was in Old Man Wu's shoes, would he be able to stand being nice to a woman for the rest of his life, and the woman would always treat him coldly?
The scariest thing was that Old Man Wu was still full of affection for the old lady.
Was this really the power of love?
"Sigh, my mom looks kind, but she would beat me to death if we did something wrong. My dad looks fierce, but he's never laid a finger on us." Wu Poxiong's expression was complicated when he said this. He finished a mouthful of beer and said, "If it weren't for him, my old lady would've beaten him to death a long time ago."
"That's true …" Yang Huai had a deep understanding of this. He thought of his great-grandfather and grandmother. The old man had been a carpenter all his life, but his temper was like ink lines, straightforward, stubborn, and stinky. His grandmother was literate, virtuous, and virtuous …
But that was all on the surface. When it came to beating people up, it was his grandmother who was the most ruthless.
The Yang family had only one child for a few generations. He was the only child in the family, so it wasn't too much to care for him and spoil him.
But on the contrary, his grandmother would be lucky if she didn't beat him up. As she beat him up, she would say, "A good drum will sound, a good lamp will light."
If his great-grandfather tried to stop her, the old lady would scold, "An old cat sleeps on the kang bed, passed down from generation to generation." His great-grandfather wouldn't dare to speak again.
"I understand now. If a man is infatuated with a woman, he'll never end up well." Wu Poxiong said with certainty.
"Not so sure."
Yang Huai seemed to understand why Wu Poxiong didn't want to get married. Such a big man, on the surface, was an optimist who talked about women all day, but it was hard to imagine that he had a childhood trauma. He had never felt the warmth of a family, so don't expect him to have expectations for marriage.
"What do you know? Let's drink." Wu Poxiong clinked glasses with him and continued, "I can see that you're capable, kid. I might not be able to keep you here, but there's one thing I need to remind you of. No matter what you do, you have to count me in. I'll definitely invest in it."
"Thank you, Brother Xiong. Here's a toast to you." Yang Huai drained his glass.
The two of them drank until 11 o 'clock at night. Wu Poxiong was about to open the bottle when he heard Grandmother Wu's voice, "Don't drink too much. You have things to do tomorrow."
"Got it, Mom. Go to sleep." Wu Poxiong shrunk his neck and obediently put the bottle back in place. When he couldn't hear anything outside, he said to Yang Huai in a low voice, "That's it for today. We'll drink outside tomorrow."
"It's okay. I've drunk too much now. I can't drink anymore."
Yang Huai was about to leave when he saw Wu Poxiong swaying and clearing the table. He helped him clean up. "How about we do it tomorrow?"
How drunk was he, and he was still thinking about cleaning?
"My mom wakes up early and cooks as soon as she wakes up." Wu Poxiong forced his eyes open and turned on the tap to wash the dishes. Seeing that Yang Huai had lit a cigarette, he said, "Light one for me too."
"Okay." After Yang Huai lit it, seeing that his hands were busy, he stuffed it into his mouth. "Don't choke."
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