Chapter 116: Return

Wang Dashan was scared out of his wits; since then, he had been trembling in front of Wang Yan.

Daring to do it but not daring to admit it, although it could be understood, his cowardly appearance made Wang Yan feel annoyed. Since then, he never gathered with their family again. It was like children playing house, very boring.

Luo Yuzhu also knew what was going on; Wang Dashan certainly couldn't hide it from her. There were no small movements, and he worked steadily and diligently. You are good, I am good, everyone is good.

Actually, Luo Yuzhu had thought about withdrawing shares, but she had worked for half a lifetime, and she didn't know what to do when she was idle for a while, and money was of no use. Plus, Wang Xu had been influenced by what he saw and heard since he was a child and also liked business. Wang Yan didn't oppose him taking over, so why toss about. Just slowly delegate power, cultivate talent, and wait for the son to take over, and that's it; she could also gradually adapt.

Stars and moons rotate, time flies.

The Three Gorges Dam, the Wenchuan Earthquake, the Beijing Olympics, Chang'e flying to the moon, the Qinghai Yushu Earthquake... in these many events, Long Teng's shadow was more or less present.

Luo Yuzhu had long since retired and enjoyed life with Wang Dashan. Instead, Wang Xu, who had been trained for several years, took over. As long as there is some experience and he walks along the direction set by Wang Yan, there will be no major problems. Small problems, for an enterprise as large as Long Teng, are basically not problems. If he makes more mistakes, he will practice them out, and he is doing quite well.

And in the international market, as Long Teng continuously grabbed market share and independently developed many competitive products, it threatened the interests of some giants. Foreign capital could not sit by and watch Long Teng rise, so regardless of anything, they became shameless, and thus a protracted war began.

In the scope of high-end machinery, technology, raw materials, etc., sanctions, price wars, policy suppression, spending money to bribe Long Teng employees, hyping up and setting the rhythm within the country, smashing Long Teng stores and employees, and even inciting hostility toward ethnic Chinese, provoking ethnic confrontation, etc., all kinds of means were used.

Wang Yan indicated that these are all routine operations, just fight.

There are always people who sell everything for money, and the Western world is even more so; that should be called freedom. Still the same sentence, you harm me, I harm you.

Although Long Teng was quite difficult, the domestic market was large, and Long Teng's foundation was profound. The opposite side was not of one mind, and there were many troubles of fighting openly and secretly, and the fighting was back and forth.

2019, New Year's Eve.

Shanghai, which hadn't snowed for decades, suddenly drifted with snow.

A timely snow promises a good harvest; the coming year will definitely be a good year.

On a hillside with an open view in the suburbs, the cold wind blew his windbreaker, making it rustle. Wang Yan used high-magnification binoculars to look at a villa area in the distance, which was brightly lit and full of joy.

Through the binoculars, Wang Yan saw Chen Jianghe, with white hair, holding his eldest son's child, sitting together with Yang Xue, whose youth was gone. It seemed that when they talked about something happy, Chen Jianghe opened his mouth and laughed loudly, Yang Xue patted Chen Jianghe in a crying and laughing manner, and the son, daughter-in-law, and unmarried daughter beside them were also full of smiles; what a harmonious family.

This family's life was quite good, the family was happy, and the career was smooth.

Yang's cooperated with Long Teng and recognized Long Teng as the big brother. There was also Luo Yuzhu's care, so the business was naturally good. And the real estate and internet that Chen Jianghe did with Long Teng also made a lot of money.

The two of them were also old, and they had long since enjoyed their old age, leaving the company to their children to manage.

Today's Chen Jianghe, when mentioning Luo Yuzhu, only gave a faint smile, seeing through the world; it's all in the past...

Looking at Yang Xue, who was coaxing her grandson with a smile, Wang Yan smiled slightly; it's quite good.

This was the first time he saw Yang Xue in this world, and it was also the last time he saw Yang Xue.

Stretching his muscles and bones, twisting his old waist, the fifty-nine-year-old Wang Yan looked up at the sky, feeling the snowflakes rushing toward him, raising the corners of his mouth... another thirty years.

A blue light flashed, and Wang Yan disappeared...

Opening his eyes, Wang Yan looked blankly at the strange environment around him.

After a while, he came back to his senses, feeling his powerful body. Wang Yan rubbed his head for a while and picked up an unopened bottle of water on the table to drink.

After drinking the water, Wang Yan pulled out the panel and looked at it.

Wang Yan

Attributes: Strength 25

Agility 25

Constitution 25

Spirit 35

Unallocated points 4

Storage space 2m3

.............. omitted

Task completed, daily gave four attribute points.

In terms of skills, carving is an entry-level, and the rest are mainly some skills in natural science, the levels are not very high, that is the result of his ten-plus years of learning and research. If he wants to have certain achievements, he still has a long way to go.

After looking, Wang Yan put on his clothes, got up, and went out to eat, eat dumplings.

Before coming back, people were fucking thousands of lights and family reunions, while he was peeping at others' family reunions on the hillside.

After eating a full meal of mutton dumplings, Wang Yan returned to the hotel to have a video call with his parents, nagged for a while, washed up, and went to sleep early.

The next day, he strolled around Bomi and set off, continuing to advance toward the Sun City.

Thirty years of time is not something you can adapt to just by adapting. Compared to staying there and thinking blindly, Wang Yan felt that it was better to ride a bicycle until he was tired like a calf and find a young and uninhibited heart.

Half a month later, on a Sunday, Wang Yan, who had been swaying all the way, finally rode to the Potala Palace Square.

There were quite a few people in the square, taking photos in twos and threes, and there were also quite a few who poured water on the ground and stuck their butts to take pictures of the reflection.

"Wang Yan, help our team take a group photo."

Just after parking the car, before he could look back at the road he came from, a man in his thirties walked over and greeted Wang Yan.

Some people get faster as they reach the finish line, and some people get slower as they reach the finish line; this is a different attitude toward life.

Wang Yan was neither; he had his own rhythm, just strolling.

This was a group of four people he met the day before yesterday when he was less than 100 kilometers away from Sun City. They were the kind who got slower as they reached the finish line, as if they wanted to fully feel the glory before victory. That coincided with Wang Yan's rhythm; neither was fast, neither was in a hurry, and everyone communicated quite happily, so they just traveled together.

Taking out the camera from the saddlebag, the great photographer Wang pointed and gestured, letting these like-minded friends pose, and took a bunch of "click, click, click" photos. Next, without needing them to say much, Wang Yan found a place with backlight, took out his notebook, sat on the ground regardless of whether it was clean or not, and produced the pictures on the spot.

Simple retouching and beautification didn't take much time. The few people who had been thinking about the circle of friends copy for a long time gathered together to block the light and looked at the photos.

"Awesome, really professional. Send it to me quickly, I've already thought of the words."

"What did you think of?"

"I'll say my own, I'm afraid you'll copy mine, haha..."

"Fuck... don't look at how much ink you have in your stomach."

Listening to them talking nonsense, Wang Yan smiled and sent the original pictures to them.

People who like sports are basically very cheerful. If not, then eight out of ten are introverted.

This is life-and-death, finally pedaling here, the sense of achievement in the heart cannot be told to the people next to them, so they have to show off to relatives, friends, wives, and children. This is a good thing, everyone is happy. ===== CHAPTER 117 =====