"I know."
"How dare you do these things in Dao? You really don't know what's good for you!"
Thousands of miles away, somewhere in Jiangnan …
"Third Uncle, what do you think I should do?" Zheng Weijun asked his Third Uncle, who was sitting next to him.
"This is what the Old Master wants. It's hard to disobey him!" Zheng Shixiong took a sip of tea. He only had one daughter. He treated his nephew, who he had brought up since he was a child, as half his own son. He stood up for him in most things and was anxious for him. However, there were some things that he was powerless to do.
"He still loves Big Brother very much," Zheng Weijun said.
"After all, your brother was brought up by him, so he naturally has to be especially close to him," Zheng Shixiong said.
"Actually, your brother still treats you well," Zheng Shixiong said.
"Yes, he treats me well." The smile on Zheng Weijun's face was bitter. "In fact, sometimes I wish I hadn't been born into such a family. I was exposed to the darkness of people's hearts too early. The struggle for power and profit, the mutual deception, and the mental and physical exhaustion."
It was possible for brothers to turn against each other because of these struggles.
Zheng Weijun was silent for a while before saying, "I've thought about it. I won't interfere in the business of the seven southern provinces anymore!"
"You've thought it through?"
Zheng Shixiong asked. "I've thought it through. I only want the business in Qi Province, especially Nanshan Pharmaceutical," Zheng Weijun said. "I want all the shares."
"That's much easier," Zheng Shixiong said. "It's less than one percent. I think the Old Master will agree. Your brother will also agree. He might even give you the right to control the business in the province. After all, you are brothers."
"That's it," Zheng Weijun said. "Thank you, Third Uncle."
"There's no need to be so formal between us," Zheng Shixiong said.
In such a big family, everyone had their own sorrow.
"I'll go out and relax for a few days."
"Alright."
In another part of the southern city, in a villa …
"Second Uncle, don't you think this is too unfair to Weijun?"
"Weihong, there's no such thing as fairness in this world. Besides, this is the old man's decision. Do you think your uncles don't have any opinions? You're about to take over a third of the Zheng family's business. Many people are eyeing it. This is such a big piece of meat. Back then, even your father didn't manage to get it. Why should you take it over? Just because you're the grandson that the old man raised?" A middle-aged man in his fifties said with a smile.
"Second Uncle, you also think it's unfair, right?"
"It's quite unfair. If even I think so, what do you think the others will think?"
"Yes!" The eldest son of the Sun family sighed.
"However, you don't have to think too much and worry too much. It doesn't matter what they think. The key is what the old man thinks. If they want to interfere, they have to have the ability to do so. Now that you have the company's shares in your hands, you can think of ways to win over your uncles. Naturally, you can calm this storm. In the end, it all depends on strength," the middle-aged man said.
"Yes, Second Uncle is right."
"I'm over 50 years old," the middle-aged man said. "Your two younger brothers are not very capable. Naturally, I have to fully support you."
"They're actually quite good," the middle-aged man said.
"Good? Good my ass," the middle-aged man said. "One wants to be an artist, and the other wants to be a movie star. With their appearances, I want to slap them!" When the middle-aged man mentioned his two disappointing sons, he got angry. They didn't want to inherit the family business. Instead, they wanted to do those superficial things. It was as if they were possessed. No matter how he tried to persuade them, it didn't work. This made him so worried that half of his hair had turned white.
"At least they can do what they want to do," the middle-aged man said.
"They don't know anything," the middle-aged man said. "If they had half the ability of you and Weijun, I would be relieved!"
In the mountain village, the autumn wind was blowing, and the weather was cold.
"Good tea!"
Wang Yao sat quietly under the acacia tree and tasted the tea. Su Zhixing had specially brought him Wuyi rock tea from Jing City. This was indeed a good thing. Even if you had money, you might not be able to buy it.
"Maybe I can plant a few in the cracks of the stones on Nanshan Hill," Wang Yao said.
Knock! Knock! Someone knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
"Hello, Yao," Wang Yao said.
"Uncle." Seeing the person, Wang Yao hurriedly got up.
It was Wang Fengming, an honest elder in the village.
"Are you busy today?"
Wang Fengming asked. "No, there are not many people here. Please sit down and have some tea." Wang Yao poured him a cup of tea.
"Oh, thank you," Wang Fengming said.
"Is there something you need?"
Wang Yao asked. "Yes, there is something I need," Wang Yao said. "Didn't I plant a few acres of herbs on the mountain? I'm not sure."
Wang Yao asked. "I went to see them," Wang Yao said. "They are growing very well. I want the ones that are closest to their wild state. Don't fertilize them, "Wang Yao said. He had been to Dongshan Hill. The two of them had planted two plots of land. The growth of the herbs there was not bad. It could be seen that the two of them were very diligent. Of course, it could not be compared to the herbs in the herbal field on Nanshan Hill.
"Ah, that's good, that's good," Wang Fengming said.
"Don't worry, Uncle," Wang Yao said. "I will definitely want these herbs. Also, I suggest you plant more. Isn't there a new pharmaceutical company in town? They mainly make Chinese medicine. The raw materials are natural and pollution-free organic Chinese medicine. In the future, you won't have to worry about selling your medicine."
"Really?"
Wang Yao asked. "How could I lie to you about this? To tell you the truth, the owner of the pharmaceutical company is a friend of mine. I also have shares in it."
"Ah, that's good, that's good," Wang Yao said. "I'll go back and plant more."
"Ah, OK," Wang Yao said.
"I'll go first," Wang Yao said.
"Don't worry, Uncle. Drink this tea before you go." Wang Yao pointed to the teacup.
Wang Fengming drank the tea in the teacup in one gulp.
"Ah, this tea is so fragrant!" he exclaimed.
Even people who did not understand tea and did not know how to taste tea could tell the difference between good tea and bad tea.
"Come often if you have time. I have a lot of good tea here," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Okay." Wang Fengming left with a smile.
In the afternoon, near evening, Wang Yao closed the door of the clinic and went home for dinner. On the way back, he saw an old man squatting by the river and smoking. He was very relaxed.
"Uncle."
"Hey, Yao, have you gone back?"
"Yes, have you eaten?"
"No, I'm waiting for Zecheng to come back," the old man said with a smile.
"OK, I'll go back first."
The old man smiled and waved his hand.
"Ah!" Wang Yao sighed softly.
This old man, what a pity!
Even if he was in a good mood and everything went his way, he could not resist the erosion of the terrible disease in his body. Wang Zecheng took medicine from him all day long, but it was just to delay and reduce his pain. In fact, he was still going to die, much faster than a healthy person.
Walking to the entrance of the alley, he saw Wang Zecheng coming back from work in the factory. He had not seen him for a while. He had become thinner.
"Wang Yao." Wang Zecheng, who was riding a motorcycle, greeted him from afar.
"Are you off work?"
"Yes, I am off work," Wang Zecheng said with a smile.
"Go back quickly. Uncle is still waiting for you to come home for dinner."
"Yes, I'll go back now."
The prodigal son had returned!
The sun was setting, and there was a red glow on the horizon.
Wang Yao's mother was preparing dinner at home. Wang Fenghua was sitting in the yard smoking. Wang Yao went into the kitchen to help clean up the dishes on the table. Soon, the meal was ready.
"It's autumn, and the weather is cold," Zhang Xiuying said. "The people in the village who can walk have moved away."
When Wang Yao walked in the village these days, he did see that there were fewer people.
"They probably won't come back after leaving."
"Why would they come back?" Zhang Xiuying asked. "The houses have been replaced, and the land on the mountain has been abandoned."
The land was like this. If it was often cultivated, weeds would grow. If it was not taken care of diligently, the land would be completely abandoned in less than a year.
Wang Yao did not speak. He just listened quietly.
He did not care how many people there were in the village.
"I met Wang Yilong in the village today. He is in good spirits."
"He is fine," Wang Yao said.
"How long can he live?" Zhang Xiuying asked.
"It's hard to say," Wang Yao said. "It depends on himself and his family, but Wang Zecheng has changed a lot during this time. He is filial to the old man and cares about his family. The old man seems to be in a good mood. Such a state of life is beneficial to the continuation of his life."
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