Chapter 1743

Yang Min's mouth was slightly agape; she hadn't heard Zhou Andong say these words herself, but just hearing them spoken by her husband made her feel incredibly moved.

These words were truly heartwarming; if you don't help your own child, how can you expect to get anywhere?

She understood her husband's capabilities; otherwise, he wouldn't have been valued by his superiors and appointed as the general manager of the Municipal Party Committee Guesthouse.

It was just that she hadn't expected her husband to be so formidable; in just three short days, he had established such a good relationship with Zhou Andong.

If it had been any other businessman taking the initiative to help solve such a difficult problem, she would definitely have been vigilant.

Because there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world; if someone is so eager to help you, especially regarding a child's future, how could they not be seeking a return?

But Zhou Andong was different from ordinary businessmen. Although Jiangzhou Brewery had become a private enterprise after the shareholding reform, before that, it was a state-owned enterprise at the department level.

He had served as the factory director and deputy secretary of the factory party committee; he was a genuine department-level leader. Although it was restructured soon after and his time as factory director wasn't long, the red stamp on him couldn't be erased.

In other words, they were both people within the system; if Zhou Andong really wanted them to handle something, he certainly wouldn't be as unscrupulous as others.

Furthermore, there was one most important point. Zhou Andong was no longer in the system, but his social status and reputation were much, much higher than before.

Didn't you see the news reports? The kinds of people Zhou Andong interacted with included many big shots that the two of them couldn't even reach.

Just take the Entrepreneurs' Forum for the two sides and three regions held in Guangzhou last October; she could still remember the news footage of the provincial leader and the deputy leader chatting and laughing with Zhou Andong.

So, there was nothing Zhou Andong could ask of the two of them. If he really did ask them for something, it meant Zhou Andong didn't treat them as outsiders and considered them genuine "insiders"—they would be too happy to refuse.

Wan Fuyuan looked at his wife's shocked expression and became even more triumphant.

"Since Chairman Zhou is willing to do this favor, it shows he truly treats us as his own people. However, even if the kid gets into Future Culture, whether he can develop in the future and what kind of development he'll have will still depend on himself."

Just then, the bedroom door opened, and a thin, tall, and somewhat handsome youth with artistic long hair came out.

He was the "Little Prince of Nightclubs" in Dongguan, the somewhat famous Wan Peng.

This guy rubbed his sleepy eyes: "Dad, did you say I could get into Future Culture?"

Looking at his son's flowing long hair, Wan Fuyuan felt a surge of anger, but he couldn't say anything; as soon as he brought up this subject, it would definitely lead to an argument.

"You know Zhou Andong, right?"

"Who doesn't know him?"

Wan Peng yawned, sat down, and picked up the cigarette on the coffee table, just about to light it, when he suddenly put down the lighter and glanced at his mother.

Yang Mei snorted and didn't say anything.

Wan Peng chuckled, clicked the lighter, and lit the cigarette. Then he leaned back against the sofa, looking like a hooligan.

Looking at his son's appearance, Wan Fuyuan suppressed the fire in his heart.

Because he also knew that the father and son worked different shifts—one during the day and one at night.

Even though they lived in the same house, they rarely had the opportunity to communicate.

So sometimes, when they finally had time to meet, it was easy to start arguing as soon as they spoke.

"This morning, when I was chatting with your Uncle Zhou, we talked about..."

"Wait!" Wan Peng's eyes widened immediately: "What Uncle Zhou? Where did I get an Uncle Zhou from?"

"Zhou Andong!"

Wan Fuyuan also picked up a cigarette and lit it; today he had finally re-established his authority as the head of the household, so smoking in the living room felt quite natural.

"I have a very good relationship with him. We were chatting this morning and talked about you. He told me that since you want to go to Beijing, he asked me to come back and ask what you think."

"If you're sure about going to Beijing, he has a good relationship with the boss of Future Culture and can act as a go-between to arrange a time for you to meet."

"Dad, Dad, Dad," Wan Peng stood up abruptly: "Wait, wait."

This guy turned and ran to the bathroom, leaving Wan Fuyuan and Yang Mei feeling bewildered.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, and then Wan Peng came out with his face covered in water droplets.

"Dad, say what you just said one more time."

This guy suspected he hadn't woken up yet, so he went to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water to clear his head.

Seeing his son's childish display, Wan Fuyuan had images of Wan Peng as a child appear in his mind, and the dissatisfaction in his heart dissipated.

"Your Uncle Zhou knows the boss of Future Culture. If you really want to develop in Beijing, he'll find a time to arrange for the boss of Future Culture to come out and meet you."

"Alright," Liao Ting waved her hand: "Go to sleep; I have to take a bath too."

Wan Fuyuan glared at him: "If not him, who else has the power to get you into Future Culture?"

Wan Peng blinked his eyes repeatedly, as if he had gotten sand in them; after a while, he jumped high with excitement.

"Dad, ask Uncle Zhou when he's going to Beijing; I'm ready anytime."

Wan Fuyuan looked at his son's flowing long hair, and his heart stirred.

"Cut your hair, and come with me to the guesthouse this afternoon to meet your Uncle Zhou."

Hearing that he had to cut his hair, Wan Peng was about to bristle, but thinking that he still had to rely on the old man in front of him to get into Future Culture, the hair that had already bristled smoothed back down.

"Meeting Uncle Zhou is one thing, but why cut my hair?"

"Your Uncle Zhou hates men with long hair the most," Wan Fuyuan snorted: "Of course, for the sake of your old man, your Uncle Zhou certainly won't say anything."

"But if you don't leave a good impression on him, once you get into Future Culture, if you really run into trouble you can't solve, do you still expect him to help you?"

Wan Peng still wouldn't give up: "I'm in the arts; in our circle, there are many men with long hair. This shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

"It's useless to talk to me," Wan Fuyuan took a puff of his cigarette, looking indifferent: "If you don't want to go to Future Culture and don't want to develop in the entertainment industry in the future, then keep your flowing long hair."

Wan Peng was very conflicted; his whole face twisted together, making his already somewhat handsome face look very strange.

Yang Mei looked at her husband and secretly gave a thumbs up.

As a mother, seeing her son's long hair actually made her feel uncomfortable too.

But there was nothing she could do; a child is not controlled by the mother, and at twenty-three or twenty-four, she couldn't manage him anymore.

"Fine!"

Wan Peng finally compromised; hair could grow back after being cut, but if he missed this opportunity, it would really be gone, and there wouldn't be another one.