Chapter 785: He Yuzhu Wants to Do Something Big

The more He Yuzhu thought about it, the more absurd the whole thing seemed—telling a bunch of tomb raiders that he wanted to film their stories; wouldn't Hu Bayi and those others fly into a rage on the spot? But he couldn't resist his daughter's desire to do this, so he pondered that he should find Hu Bayi to discuss it first.

"Daughter, don't be impatient. I need to ask someone for the details first, then write the script for you. It's not great to rashly make other people's stories public."

He Jia's eyes lit up with excitement: "Dad, if you don't know how to write a script, why don't I find a couple of screenwriters to follow you? You tell them the stories, and let them write."

He Yuzhu waved his hand: "That's really not necessary. Once I've finished writing it, you can take it and revise it."

He Jia looked at him, half-believing: "You mustn't lie to me."

He Yuzhu patted her head: "You've found a partner, so why don't you trust your dad?"

Upon hearing this, He Jia's face turned red immediately, "Dad, that's not what I meant. Isn't Xu Damao a tomb raider? Are his friends also in that line of work?"

He Yuzhu glared at her: "Stop prying. I'll tell you once I've got everything sorted out."

He Jia stuck out her tongue, turned around, and ran off to find her grandparents.

After dinner, He Yuzhu didn't let Hu Bayi, Wang Pangzi, and Dajinya leave, but instead called them into the study.

Xu Damao also shamelessly followed them in.

Once inside the study, He Yuzhu ushered them to sit on the sofa, turned around, took two bottles of foreign liquor from the cabinet, and placed them on the coffee table: "I know you've all experienced the finer things; come and taste how this liquor is."

Wang Pangzi didn't say a word, twisted off a cap, poured a glass, sniffed it first, then took a sip, smacked his lips: "This liquor seems better than what's in the supermarkets in the United States. It must cost at least several dozen dollars, right?"

Hu Bayi scolded him with a laugh: "Pangzi, stop talking nonsense. This is damn Louis XIII. Isn't it a bit of a waste for Master He to give us this to drink?"

Wang Pangzi glared back, unconvinced: "Hu, how do you know what this liquor is? Did you go drinking somewhere without calling me?"

Hu Bayi shook his head: "I went with Shirley Yang to one of her uncle's houses; that man specializes in collecting fine liquor, so I've seen it before. Even he couldn't bear to let us drink it. A bottle like this must cost at least ten or twenty thousand dollars. Master He, am I right?"

He Yuzhu laughed: "No matter how expensive the liquor is, it's meant for people to drink. As long as we get along, money is no object. By the way, how are those stocks I recommended to you doing?"

As soon as Xu Damao heard that the liquor cost tens of thousands a bottle, he hurriedly picked up a glass and downed it in one gulp, smacked his lips, his face full of the expression of someone who had taken advantage of a situation.

Dajinya was the first to give a thumbs up: "Master He, you are truly awesome! I won't hide it from you, we bought those two stocks you mentioned, and now our principal has increased tenfold!"

He Yuzhu smiled dismissively: "Do you gentlemen want to make more money?"

Dajinya's eyes lit up instantly, his body leaning forward, looking just like a cat that had smelled something fishy: "Master He, are there opportunities to make big money domestically too? Tell us about it. I won't hide it from you, we were worried about this point when we came back this time."

He Yuzhu nodded, his tone firm: "Hurry to Shencheng and buy the Vacuum Electronics stock. No matter what means you use, buy as much as you can. Doubling it seven or eight times within a year will be like child's play."

Xu Damao looked at him sideways: "Then why don't you go do it?"

He Yuzhu laughed: "I run an Automobile Factory, where would I find the time for that kind of business?"

Xu Damao was stunned, thinking that was true. Nowadays, He Yuzhu's Automobile Factory was already very famous. This time, it wasn't a sole proprietorship, but a collaboration with the Tractor Factory of the Red Star Rolling Mill—the very factory where he had served as Factory Director back in the day.

Currently, the annual output had already reached two hundred thousand vehicles, and the cars produced were in short supply.

Xu Damao sighed and leaned back against the sofa: "Brothers, I don't intend to collect antiques anymore. This trade is too dangerous. If you sell a fake, you're afraid someone will come looking for you; if you can't sell it, you still have to pay all sorts of fees. I'll just let my Apprentice and my wife watch the shop now, and I'm going to follow you all to speculate on stocks."

He Yuzhu said sternly: "You must remember, after buying the stocks, sell them when you've made five or six times the profit; don't hold onto them forever. Otherwise, you might end up stuck with them."

Hu Bayi nodded vigorously: "Master He, thank you; you are truly too good to us."

He Yuzhu waved his hand, changing the subject: "I won't hide it from you all, I also have something I'd like to ask of you. My daughter has been pestering me every day recently to get a script for them to write about tomb raiding. But I don't understand it, so I'm taking the liberty of making a request today—could you tell me your stories?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Bayi's brows furrowed, and he looked at Wang Pangzi, then at Dajinya.

He Yuzhu saw their concerns and quickly said: "Don't worry, everyone, I'm just writing a script and won't reveal your names. Just tell me the stories inside. Actually, even if you don't tell me, it doesn't matter; I'll just write it based on what I imagine."

Wang Pangzi slapped his thigh: "Hu Ye, Dajinya, I think since Master He has treated us this way, we have nothing to hide! Let's just tell him! It would be quite interesting to film those strange things we've encountered."

He Yuzhu looked at them earnestly: "You don't need to worry, I will write on the film that the story is purely fictional, and any resemblance is purely coincidental."

Hu Bayi was silent for a moment, then finally nodded: "Alright, since that's the case, I'll tell you."

Immediately, Hu Bayi recounted those years of experiences, one by one.

Wang Pangzi chimed in from the side from time to time to add details, speaking with great animation.

Dajinya also occasionally added a few details about antiques.

Xu Damao, being a tomb raiding expert himself, didn't hold back either, occasionally blurting out his own affairs, adding fuel to the atmosphere.

The study lights shone warmly, and the aroma of foreign liquor permeated the air.

He Yuzhu listened with extreme focus, his pen flying across the notebook, fearing he might miss a single detail.

The group chatted in the study for an entire night.

As morning approached, everyone was too exhausted to hold on, and they spread out bedding and slept on the floor.

The next day, He Yuzhu sent them home one by one.

Just as he returned to his room and hadn't even taken off his clothes, he heard the phone ring.

He picked it up and heard it was from Secretary Liu.

He Yuzhu hurriedly brewed a cup of strong tea for himself, washed his face haphazardly, and headed straight for the Second Reception House.

When he arrived, Secretary Liu was pacing back and forth in the office, his brows knitted into a knot.

He Yuzhu's heart sank, and he asked: "Leader, has something major happened?"

Secretary Liu stopped pacing, his expression grave: "We have received intelligence that the situation in the Soviet Union is very bad, just as you told me, and the factional infighting is particularly intense. Our think tank discussed it and concluded that, overall, if the Soviet Union falls, it will not be a good thing for us. What is your view on this matter?"

He Yuzhu pondered for a moment and said: "If the Soviet Union falls now, it is definitely not a good thing. In that case, the United States would be the sole superpower. The whole world would become a unipolar structure, and we would likely be the first target for suppression. The next decade will be very difficult."

Secretary Liu pressed: "Do you think there is any aspect where we can still help the Big Brother? If we could make them fall a few years later, that would be best. That way we would have more time to prepare."

He Yuzhu's eyes lit up, and he immediately became spirited: "Leader, I don't think the Big Brother will fall this year; the danger of them falling should be at the end of the year after next. However, there must be a prerequisite—that is, the United States will attack Iraq, and it will be a clean sweep. This war should be a coordinated air, land, and sea operation, and it will be fought very quickly, with Iraq having no power to fight back. This war will make countries around the world tremble, especially the Soviet Union..."

Secretary Liu listened to this analysis and nodded continuously: "What do you mean?"

He Yuzhu lowered his voice, the corners of his mouth curling slightly, and said with conviction: "If the Shadow reappears in the world and destroys all the United States military bases, making them lose face in front of the whole world, perhaps the Big Brother won't fall so quickly..."