[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-reborn-starting-from-1993":3,"chapter-reborn-starting-from-1993-reborn-starting-from-1993-chapter-51":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Reborn Starting from 1993",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2357035,4611,"Chapter 51: Chapter Fifty-One: After the Dark, Bright Flowers Again","reborn-starting-from-1993-chapter-51",51,"\u003Cp>As one of the most watched figures in the tech industry and even the news industry, Li Dongling’s final words at the airport terminal were immediately reported by major media outlets and sparked considerable uproar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, most people who saw this news didn’t take Li Dongling’s statement seriously; his remark was interpreted as China’s ambition to become the world’s largest manufacturer of goods, producing everything from daily consumer items to home appliances and machinery domestically before exporting them overseas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, most domestic goods—whether in electronics or mechanical processing—are still imported, mostly from Japan, America, Germany, or France; even neighboring Korea outperforms domestic products.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these circumstances, daring to utter the phrase “Made in China” was an astonishing claim, yet most people who saw the news merely assumed Li Dongling was blowing smoke; some even began comparing him to the notorious “Mr. Mou,” who frequently makes sensational statements, and like Mr. Mou, most people treat his words as entertainment, not truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the tech industry, many who heard Li Dongling’s airport remarks sighed deeply—they too wanted to make bold declarations, vowing to rival foreign brands, yet in the end could only sigh helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Giant Group’s headquarters, Boss Shi glanced at the newspaper article about Li Dongling and smiled casually; Giant was now at its peak, and Boss Shi was full of confidence, even bordering on arrogance and self-importance—and Giant Group gave him every right to be so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss Shi wanted Giant to become China’s IBM; among China’s most admired young people, Bill Gates ranked first, Shi Yuzhu second, and now Li Dongling might join them—but Boss Shi was unquestionably the most influential figure in China’s tech industry today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While others might envy the rising prominence of Li Dongling, Boss Shi felt little of it; he had already experienced the spotlight and media adulation that Li Dongling now enjoyed, and Giant Group’s scale, workforce, and revenue far surpassed those of Dongling High-Tech—he had no reason to envy him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Boss Shi found Li Dongling somewhat intriguing and considered seeking an opportunity to meet him, confident that Giant’s products could one day be sold worldwide, and wanting to discuss overseas markets with Li Dongling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after putting down the newspaper, Boss Shi felt some unease; his goal was to take Giant Group public next year, yet with lowered computer tariffs, foreign computer brands began flooding the domestic market, and domestic companies, even Giant Group, were powerless against the seasoned foreign competitors, suffering setbacks in performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Boss Shi, with massive cash reserves on his balance sheet, wasn’t as frantic as the major computer brands, he knew that to meet his public listing target next year and to fund the ongoing construction of the seventy-story tower, Giant Group needed substantial cash—and must change course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, he turned his gaze to the market research report on China’s health supplement industry that he’d ordered, then picked up the phone and dialed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Hong Kong, a red sports car pulled up outside a luxury private hospital; out stepped a short-haired woman in a red coat, fitted wool sweater underneath, tight jeans, and high heels, hurrying from the vehicle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Ning!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the ward entrance, medical staff had already been waiting and called out to Ning Wenke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How is my father?” Ning Wenke asked anxiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There was a sudden complication earlier, but his condition has now stabilized—you may enter the ward to see him,” the nurse told Ning Wenke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entering the ward, she saw an elderly man with white hair, emaciated and lying on the bed; Ning Wenke rushed forward and grasped his hand. “Dad!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man on the bed showed no reaction to her call; her hope turned to silence, and she turned to the medical staff behind her. “When will my father wake up?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We need further observation; our hospital will provide Mr. Ning with the best medical care…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this rehearsed response, Ning Wenke knew the situation was dire. “I understand. Please leave—I want to be alone with my father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once everyone had left, Ning Wenke rested her head on her father Ning Wantian’s hand, her face etched with exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few months ago, while studying in England, Ning Wenke was urgently recalled to take over her father Ning Wantian’s Ning Trading Import-Export Company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ning’s company primarily handled trade channels between Hong Kong and Taiwan, Korea, Siam, and other Southeast Asian regions, acting as agent for foreign brands entering Southeast Asia—or exporting regional products to Europe, profiting from the price differential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in recent years, numerous new trading agencies have emerged in Hong Kong, intensifying competition; where Ning’s firm charged a 15% agency fee, others charged only 10% or even 5%, causing Ning’s trading business to decline steadily; under stress, Ning Wantian suffered a cerebral thrombosis, fell into a coma, underwent surgery, but still hadn’t awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exiting the ward, Ning Wenke transformed back into the efficient, decisive new leader of the Ning family; outsiders saw her fighting to save Ning Trading, but only she knew how desperate things truly were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving the hospital, Ning Wenke drove straight to the company; for days she’d been living there, resting briefly at the nearby hotel when exhausted, then returning to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before going upstairs, she bought a newspaper; only late at night did she finally look up, stretch her stiff neck, and realize that since taking over Ning Trading, she’d laid off staff and sold off multiple properties to keep the company afloat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was only temporary; without securing new high-margin products, Ning’s company would eventually collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stretched her neck, sipped coffee, then picked up the newspaper on her desk—she didn’t expect to find anything useful, just wanted to relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After flipping through several pages filled with gossip about Hong Kong-Taiwan entertainment stars or rumors of tycoons linked to celebrities, she once enjoyed such tabloids, but now had no interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she flipped a few more pages, just before setting the paper down, she spotted Li Dongling’s face; at first glance, she thought it was another new actor from TVB or Shaw Brothers, but then the words “Mouse King of Computers” made her freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newspaper’s reporter had documented his observations at a Guangzhou computer market regarding the frenzy surrounding the Silver Mink mouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I personally saw customers buying computers who cared less about the brand or specs than the mouse!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They judged a computer’s quality solely by whether it came with a mechanical Silver Mink mouse—a baffling, almost insane trend, yet it’s true, unfolding right before my eyes; the Silver Mink mouse is now the most popular electronic product on the mainland, and countless people consider owning it a mark of high-tech prestige!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today at Guangzhou International Airport, Li Dongling, founder of Dongling High-Tech, shouted the slogan ‘Made in China.’ I don’t know if it will come true, but it’s undeniably insane—Hong Kong’s Electronics King, TV King, Fan King have never dared utter such a slogan. Our newspaper is inviting Mr. Li to Hong Kong for an exclusive interview…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reading the entire article, Ning Wenke sensed Hong Kong media and journalists viewed Li Dongling and Dongling High-Tech with curiosity, but showed little interest in importing the Silver Mink mouse—perhaps due to mindset; Hong Kong firms still held a psychological edge over the mainland, believing their technology and products were superior, so they saw no need to adopt something like the Silver Mink mouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ning Wenke’s eyes lit up; she didn’t know if Daili ing the Silver Mink mouse would be profitable, but securing its agency rights in Hong Kong and Southeast Asia would greatly enhance Ning Trading’s reputation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perhaps I should make a trip to the mainland,” Ning Wenke murmured, staring at the newspaper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the hotel suite, Li Dongling was on the phone with Hu Zi from Hanxi; during his time in New York, communication had been sporadic, but now that he was back, he needed to learn about Dongling High-Tech’s situation in China.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the suite’s living room, Yao Luoying, Gao Peng, and Gao Zhiyuan were chatting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luoying, we haven’t seen each other in ages, have we? I remember when we lived in the same compound—you were just a little girl back then, and now you’re all grown up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Zhiyuan gazed at Yao Luoying with nostalgia; even now, he and Gao Peng knew exactly who she was, but their families no longer lived in the same compound, and Yao Luoying had left early for school abroad, then stayed overseas—so long apart, they hadn’t recognized her at first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Zhiyuan, you’re just as you always were. How’s your father doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Gao Zhiyuan’s words, Yao Luoying smiled calmly and asked after the Gao family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yao…” Gao Peng looked at Yao Luoying, hesitated, “Yao Assistant—does Brother Li know about your father?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Gao Peng mention Yao Zhengru, Yao Luoying frowned; she wasn’t sure whether Li Dongling knew of her connection to Yao Zhengru. She sensed he’d noticed something—especially since Yao Zhengru had sent someone to protect her safety during their trip to America—but Li Dongling had never mentioned it, leaving her puzzled; she felt he seemed indifferent to the matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you talking about? You’re all laughing so hard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re Lawyer Gao, right? Thanks so much for your help this time!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Dongling stepped out of the room and smiled at Yao Luoying, Gao Peng, and Gao Zhiyuan.\u003C\u002Fp>",1562,"2026-06-21T04:42:08.057Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8b394ccd219d6e382f09806be2d679f58e41bd16fc4c0fff4ec70e2c6b097691","reborn-starting-from-1993-chapter-52","reborn-starting-from-1993-chapter-50",989,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freborn-starting-from-1993-cover.jpg"]