Chapter 783: The Funeral

He Yuzhu stayed in Japan and did not leave.

He would go to banks to look around from time to time; ever since he gained the ability to retrieve objects from twenty meters away, he no longer did things like draining the pond to catch the fish.

Every time he went to a bank, he would stroll around under the guise of depositing money, taking the opportunity to swipe one-third of the gold and cash from the vault.

In this way, it was easy for people to think it was an inside job.

Of course, he also visited the warehouses of large enterprises frequently, taking only a portion each time and never cleaning them out.

Therefore, his actions did not cause much of a stir.

In late September, Zhao Ying liquidated all the stocks in her hands.

At this time, the market capitalization of the Japanese stock market was over four trillion US dollars; He Yuzhu and his group selling off over ten billion dollars in stocks could not make a splash at all.

It was mainly because they had bought bank stocks and real estate stocks, which had large market caps and good liquidity; the stocks they sold were quickly picked up by other funds.

Under He Yuzhu's guidance, this investment eventually increased fivefold.

The 500 million US dollars that Zhao Ying helped manage for Secretary Liu had already turned into 2.5 billion US dollars.

He Yuzhu called Secretary Liu to tell him, and Secretary Liu was overjoyed.

He Yuzhu said, "Leader, I can't find anything suitable to buy at the moment, so I'll send this money back to you."

Secretary Liu understood what he meant and said, "Just transfer it to the Bank of China account in Hong Kong. Thank you."

"Why are you being so polite with me? If you can still make the call, let's do another long-term play next October; in ten years, it might increase several dozen times."

"Alright, we'll talk about it then," said Secretary Liu.

As for Zhao Ying, the total principal invested was 2.5 billion US dollars, and in the end, the total assets reached 12.5 billion US dollars. He Yuzhu had her transfer the money back to Hong Kong, leaving only a very small portion and having her employees continue to stay in Japan to buy stock index futures and short the market.

He Yuzhu did not return directly to the Mainland, but instead detoured to Hong Kong—he had a pile of things to handle, and He Zheng, Bang Geng, and their group were all there.

His first stop was the hospital to visit Lin Wanning.

The two had not seen each other for a long time.

As it happened, their son, Lin Qiang, was also there.

Speaking of the name Lin Qiang, there was a story behind it.

He Yuzhu and Lin Wanning's child was born in 1955.

The child rarely saw his father growing up and was often teased by other children, so he simply changed his name to Lin Qiang—taking his mother's surname Lin, and "Qiang" meaning to strive for self-improvement.

Whenever He Yuzhu came to see him in the past, he would hide and refuse to meet.

This time, however, things were a bit different.

Lin Qiang hesitated for a long time before speaking, "Dad, I was a bit willful before... I'm sorry."

After saying that, he bowed.

He Yuzhu patted him on the shoulder, "You weren't wrong; if it were me, I would have been just like you."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qiang's eyes immediately turned red.

The reason he could have this realization was that Lin Wanning had told him the truth—that she had once been a secret agent for Taiwan, and it was He Yuzhu who saved her and paid for her to open the hospital.

Lin Qiang was shocked after hearing this and eventually forgave He Yuzhu.

The current Lin Qiang was already an extremely outstanding doctor.

He had learned medicine from his mother since he was a child, later went to the United States to study at medical school, and was now the chief surgeon at Lin Wanning's private hospital, specializing in cardiac surgery; he was considered a top-tier surgeon in Hong Kong.

He Yuzhu asked, "Lin Qiang, are you interested in going to the Mainland to see your grandparents?"

Lin Qiang hesitated for a long time and said nothing.

He Yuzhu could understand his feelings and did not force him.

Lin Wanning said, "I'll go back with you this time to take a look, and also to see my old colleagues."

He Yuzhu laughed as soon as he heard this, "Huang Ying has become a director over there."

Lin Wanning also smiled, "I want to see her too and apologize to her."

The next day, He Yuzhu met with He Zheng, Bang Geng, and Yi Xiaotian, who were still in Hong Kong.

The three of them had also arrived recently.

As soon as He Zheng saw He Yuzhu, he said happily, "Dad, those properties you told us to invest in back then have earned several times over! I want to sell the houses and take the money to do business in the Soviet Union."

He Yuzhu thought for a moment, "Have you thought it through?"

He Zheng nodded, "Dad, I heard that barter trade in the Soviet Union is very profitable; it's practically gold everywhere."

He Yuzhu pondered for a bit, "It's indeed better now than before, but you still have to keep your guard up."

Bang Geng took over the conversation, "Siqiang, although we haven't done big business with the Soviet Union these years, our relationship with Kajia's side has always been good. She has retired now and has also invited us to continue doing business there."

He Yuzhu thought for a moment, "Since that's the case, you should sell the houses in Hong Kong."

Bang Geng said with a grin, "Dad, our houses are now valued at nearly nine hundred million. Can you continue to invest that profit of yours into our company?"

He Yuzhu nodded, "Yes."

Just as He Yuzhu had finished his business and was preparing to leave Hong Kong, he suddenly received a call from Xu Tian—Jin Hai had passed away.

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu immediately canceled his flight. He had had a good relationship with Jin Hai over the years and had to wait until the funeral was over before leaving.

He immediately rushed to Jin Hai's seaside villa. There were one or two hundred brothers in the villa, all of them with eyes red from crying.

Looking at it this way, Jin Hai really hadn't treated his brothers poorly.

He Yuzhu also saw Da Yingzi, who had aged quite a bit.

As soon as Da Yingzi saw him, she threw herself at him and hugged him, crying, "Zhuzi, my big brother is gone... He wanted to see you one last time, but right after Xu Tian called you, he passed away."

He Yuzhu also shed tears and sighed, "Sigh, this is all fate."

Jin Hai's funeral was held very grandly, and all the influential people in Hong Kong came.

Although Jin Hai had successfully transformed, his foundation as a gang boss was still there.

Most people had truly received his kindness, but there were also some who came to get familiar with the new boss, Xu Tian.

He Yuzhu stayed in Hong Kong for another ten days to help finish all of Jin Hai's funeral arrangements before bidding farewell to Xu Tian.

Da Yingzi insisted on bringing her older brother's ashes back to Si Jiu Cheng for burial.

He Yuzhu simply chartered a plane and brought everyone back to Si Jiu Cheng.

They eventually bought a plot of land in Qinghe and buried Jin Hai there.

Panjiayuan, Jubaozhai.

Xu Damao had just acquired a Blue and White Plum Vase from a Doudao practitioner and was wiping it carefully, as if tending to an infant.

Suddenly, a loud voice roared in: "Brother Xu! It's been several years, why hasn't your shop changed at all?"

Xu Damao turned around to see Wang Pangzi, Hu Bayi, and Dajinya.

Xu Damao stepped forward and hugged Dajinya: "Oh my, brothers, I've missed you so much over these four or five years you've been away! This street has been so quiet without you. How have you been doing all these years?"

Hu Bayi sighed: "Sigh, it's been dull."

Wang Pangzi took over: "We opened an antique shop over there too, collecting old items here and there to sell to the prominent local Chinese. We make some money, but life is truly dull. The Chinese food doesn't taste right, and all we do day in and day out is soak up the sun."

Dajinya asked: "Uncle-master, how has business been these past few years?"

Xu Damao said: "It's hard to do; there are too many fakes on the market."

Dajinya smiled maliciously: "Uncle-master, it's not that I'm criticizing you, but aren't all these fakes on the market started by you? Why blame others?"

Xu Damao kicked him: "Bullshit! I only deal in bronzeware; I don't touch anything else. Now, paintings, calligraphy, and porcelain—it's all sorts of fakes." After saying this, he asked again, "Dajinya, how are my stocks doing?"

Dajinya said with a grin: "He Yuzhu is a capable man, but he's not that godlike. Your stocks have only quadrupled; one hundred thousand US dollars has turned into four hundred thousand."

Upon hearing he had four hundred thousand US dollars, Xu Damao was overjoyed and immediately said: "You guys don't know, do you? The black market exchange rate is one to ten now! My four hundred thousand US dollars is equivalent to four million! This isn't just quadrupling, it's ten times!"

Dajinya perked up upon hearing this: "Damn! Should we sell the stocks and bring the money back?"

Hu Bayi waved his hand: "Let's wait until we see Zhuzi and ask him what we should actually do."