Chapter 891: Another One Doing It for My Own Good

Just at this moment, He Zheng walked in with a group of people.

Bang Geng caught sight of He Yuzhu sitting there drinking tea, so he leaned over, picked up a cup, and gulped it down.

He Yuzhu laughed and scolded: "You brat, that's my cup."

Bang Geng gave a cheeky grin and licked his lips: "Siqiang, your tea always tastes better than mine. Why is that, exactly?"

"That's because I have a good grasp of the heat," He Yuzhu said with a smile, shaking his head, then asked casually, "I heard your dad is really living it up these days? Is that true or false?"

Bang Geng sighed helplessly: "My dad is finished; he runs off to the karaoke lounge whenever he has nothing to do. My mom won't give him money anymore, so he actually asks my wife for it. How could my wife have the heart to refuse?"

After hearing this, He Yuzhu smiled and shook his head, thinking to himself that Jia Dongxu in this life really had a good fate; not only did he not die, but he lived to be over sixty and could still go out to karaoke lounges. He didn't want to dwell on this matter anymore, so he smiled and asked: "Who exactly was it that led your dad astray?"

Bang Geng looked helpless: "It was all that old guy Liu Guangfu. He runs a bookstore now, selling pirated books. One day he ran into my dad, invited him to dinner, and even said that since he's getting old, he needs to grab the tail end of his youth..."

He Yuzhu was amused to the point of laughter upon hearing this: "Can your mother tolerate him?"

"My mom is practically dying of anger; a while ago she even wanted to divorce him. But then she thought, he's retired and has nothing to do, so it's no big deal if he wants to have some fun," Bang Geng said helplessly.

He Yuzhu was speechless after hearing this, so he simply changed the subject: "Your whole company has run over to my place, what exactly have you come for?"

Yi Xiaotian spoke up first: "Brother Zhuzi, you predicted in advance that something would happen in Southeast Asia, and that helped us a lot. We cleared out our assets there a year ago and collected all the accounts that needed to be collected. We didn't expect that something would really happen there, and it was even more severe than we imagined; the currency devalued by half, and the middle class went bankrupt overnight..."

He Yuzhu waved his hand to interrupt him: "Don't give me a report, tell me something useful."

He Zheng smiled and continued: "Dad, we were happy for a while, but then we realized that while the company has money, we don't know where to invest it."

He Yuzhu pondered for a long time before slowly speaking: "There will likely be problems throughout Southeast Asia. If you want to do business, head toward the Middle East, or use Singapore as a transit point to ship goods to Europe and America; the purchasing power there is still decent..."

He Zheng asked again after listening: "Dad, do you think the Soviet Union might be better? They seem to be quite short on light industrial products, and the common people are willing to pay high prices to buy things..."

He Yuzhu shook his head, his tone very firm: "Don't do business there for the time being. I spoke with Kajia on the phone a couple of days ago, and she said there might be changes there."

In this life, the Soviet Union had not yet collapsed. But they had not seized the opportunity to truly resolve their internal problems; instead, they had strengthened control, making the economy even more stagnant. Fortunately, the oil business was still passable and could barely hold things up.

But if the Southeast Asian crisis continued, oil would visibly become cheaper, and the era of a dozen dollars a barrel would soon arrive. The Soviet Union, relying on oil exports, would very likely collapse.

Therefore, He Yuzhu did not want He Zheng and the others to get involved no matter what.

He Zheng threw out a second idea: "Dad, do you think it would work if I followed Aunt Xiaoe into real estate? Although their private housing sector isn't doing well right now, they are doing quite well in commercial real estate."

He Yuzhu nodded: "It's fine, but you have to find your own niche. I suggest you develop Siheyuan and storefronts in the city; you can buy them while renovating them. Those properties have already risen quite a bit, but they will continue to rise in the future."

Bang Geng's eyes lit up: "Siqiang, the He Ji Restaurant belonging to the master's side wants to sell recently. Their business isn't doing well, they can barely pay wages, and they've borrowed money from He Zheng several times... Do you think we can take it over? That way we could completely solve their problems."

He Yuzhu nodded with a smile: "Of course you can take it. If other old brands want to sell, you can also acquire them. Just those storefronts of He Ji Restaurant will be non-renewable treasures in the future. Come to think of it, many of those storefronts were things I acquired back in the day, so it's time for them to return to their original owner."

Bang Geng grinned: "Then I'll go talk to them tomorrow."

Ma Rui had already been graduated for a year, and his advertising company was booming. However, he was no longer satisfied with just the advertising industry and had also opened a television production company, with the first drama already having started filming.

Unexpectedly, trouble arose shortly after filming began; during a live shoot, the car driven by the lead actor skidded and hit the lighting technician, who died after emergency treatment failed.

Once this happened, all the major media outlets swarmed to the scene.

Ma Rui was sitting in his office, and Yu Zhiwei was reporting the situation to him.

Yu Zhiwei said: "Ma Rui, I guarantee this was absolutely an accident. It's nothing like what the newspapers are writing, claiming the lighting technician and the lead actor had a grudge and it was premeditated murder."

Ma Rui said irritably: "What use is it for me to know that? Now all the entertainment tabloid reporters are writing it that way. This drama is finished; even if it's filmed, the reputation of the TV show is already ruined, and no one will buy it."

"Stop filming? Wouldn't the two million-plus we invested go down the drain?" Yu Zhiwei was anxious.

"What else can we do? Looking at it now, someone is definitely targeting us," Ma Rui said with a dark face.

Yu Zhiwei thought for a moment: "I know who it is: Sun Jiacheng. Didn't you beat him up at a school dance? He runs the 'Entertainment Circle' magazine, and many entertainment reporters in his hands listen to him. Most of the news was spread from him and then reposted by others."

Ma Rui stood up and paced back and forth in the office, then suddenly stopped: "Yu Zhiwei, go talk to him and seek a reconciliation. We can sponsor his magazine."

Yu Zhiwei didn't expect Ma Rui to be able to lower his head, so he gave a thumbs up: "Ma Rui, I didn't expect you to be able to solve it with this move; I admire you."

Ma Rui shook his head: "This is just the first step. I suspect that guy won't agree."

"What? He won't even take the money? Is he sick!" Yu Zhiwei widened his eyes.

Ma Rui sighed: "Teacher Hu Qiang told me about this person; he's like a piece of dog-skin plaster. He has no bottom line in his actions and is the type of person who would try to squeeze oil out of buckwheat husks."

"Whatever, I want to see what kind of conditions he can propose!" Yu Zhiwei said through gritted teeth.

At the folk music bar, Yu Zhiwei had been waiting for Sun Jiacheng for several hours with his briefcase.

Every time he called, the other party said he was on the road, stuck in traffic, or arriving soon, but he just never showed up.

Yu Zhiwei was fuming inside, but since he was the one who made the appointment, he couldn't get angry and had to endure it.

Four hours later, Sun Jiacheng finally arrived fashionably late, with a young woman by his side.

Yu Zhiwei stood up to shake hands with Sun Jiacheng, but Sun Jiacheng waved his hand: "I don't like shaking hands with men; it's dirty."

Even with such a good temper, Yu Zhiwei got angry: "Manager Sun, I came here to discuss business with you, and it's for your own good; don't be unreasonable."

Sun Jiacheng glanced at the woman beside him and said: "Another one who's doing it for my own good; how do you suggest we handle this?"

The woman smiled and tried to smooth things over: "Manager Yu, don't mind him. Our Boss was scolded by his old man, so he's in a bad mood. If you have something to say, say it quickly; we have other things to do."