Chapter 373: Zhao Man Ting

"Ahem."

Huang Shanhe coughed twice.

He didn't know what to say.

Yang Lin argued.

"Our Hua Run can serve as a seed, accumulating strength for the future; we are also researching this matter."

Yang Qing shook his head.

"Your position is very special."

"That shows that you cannot do many things."

"Moreover, the experience you can learn is nothing but Gangdao's experience."

"And Gangdao is not a normal country at all; it is merely a colony."

"Do you think what you learn in a colony can be respectable?"

"If you bring this back, are you sure it's not a trap?"

"Everything implemented here exists solely for plundering."

"The Yinglian people control the land, the finance, and also the radio stations."

"Here, they take and give at will."

"If we truly take Gangdao's whole system as experience and bring it back, it may only facilitate their plundering."

"Are we to continue sinking into a colony?"

This was the third bomb Yang Qing dropped.

Although this bomb is of little use now, its value will be huge in the 1970s.

Many pits we have stepped into were due to learning from the wrong source and making wrong decisions.

The root of many problems actually comes from Gangdao.

Yang Lin exhaled, bowing to Yang Qing.

"Listening to your words surpasses ten years of study; Mr. Yang's insight truly shakes the heart."

Huang Shanhe also sighed, pulling Yang Qing into Hua Run's heart.

"Yang Qing, I really didn't expect it—you're someone who has never been abroad, yet you're so familiar with the West; losing talent like you is a huge loss for us."

"I even want to bring you back."

Yang Qing let out a sigh.

"I also want to pour my hot blood onto that land, but reality doesn't allow it."

"If I go back, farming might be my best outcome."

"I must thank the authorities for not exterminating me."

"It still lets me come to the island, continue to shine and radiate."

Yang Qing's teasing tone was clearly heard by Huang Shanhe.

"I will take your words back; if we obtain the leaders' approval, we will try to send your wife and children over."

Yang Qing exhaled.

Yang Lin's emotions also settled at this time.

"Mr. Yang came to Hua Run, probably also for his own family."

Yang Qing nodded.

"He wants to use Hua Run to communicate with the mainland, see if his years of hard work can exchange for a family reunion."

Huang Shanhe comforted.

"Don't worry; with your tractor export and OEM scheme."

"Back home, no one will make things difficult for you."

"Also our import‑export company and liaison department will back you up."

Only then did Yang Qing feel completely at ease.

With the import‑export company's endorsement, Chen Hong's problem should no longer be that big.

As for Yang Rong, he has no hope; if he truly had the ability, he would have left long ago, not waited until now.

After seeing Yang Qing off, Yang Lin and Huang Shanhe returned to the office and remained silent for a long time.

They were still savoring Yang Qing's words; they were so shocking.

They serve the country and the people, yet how can they deeply understand this blood‑soaked wolf‑eats‑sheep game.

This made them suddenly feel that life in the mainland is also quite good.

At least there aren't so many schemers calculating you.

Here, only those above the common are truly human.

Those at the bottom have work conditions vastly different from the mainland.

They are all just oxen and horses.

(At this time, the lives of Gangdao's lower class are truly miserable; Gangdao people then greatly miss the mainland, where National Day celebrations are commonplace and ethnic identity is high.)

(There are people being sent back; Gangdao residents gather, delivering supplies; videos of this are online.)

Otherwise, so many thugs and triads wouldn't appear.

All are caused by having no way out.

"Such talent, sigh!"

Huang Shanhe showed a smile.

"Not being estranged from us is good; today he didn't come to find us, I was about to mobilize connections to look for him."

"This result is very good."

"It's still better than those who only care about Benefit."

Yang Qing returned to the car and had Ah Hui drive him back.

He still needs a bit of support from the old man.

Yang Rong slept until noon before getting up, and upon waking, he wanted to go see Yang Qing.

As it turned out, he had already left early in the morning.

Yang Rong rubbed his head and muttered.

"He's unfamiliar with the place, why is he running around?"

Zhao Man Ting glanced at him; she knows Yang Qing is not someone to provoke, and you still expect him to obediently wait for you?

Just coming back to give you a pleasant face is already good.

What else do you want?

She changed her expression, glared at Yang Rong, and shouted.

"Qing'er came out on his own; what help did you provide?"

"You not only didn't help, but you actually hindered."

"Don't you have even a shred of shame?"

"You drove him to the point of wife and children scattering; if he didn't fight you to the death, that's already good enough—what more do you want?"

"The child has come back—how have you treated him? You haven't even shown your face all day yesterday."

"Today you even slept until late noon."

"You still have the nerve to talk about him."

It's confirmed—this is his birth mother.

Yang Rong's head buzzed from Zhao Man Ting's tirade.

What's going on? Where am I? This is my home, right? This is my wife, right?

How come he's so irritable?

Zhao Man Ting, however, was thinking, 'Better a dead monk than a dead Daoist; Old Yang, just endure a little injustice.'

As soon as Yang Qing returned, someone told him about Zhao Man Ting dressing down Yang Rong.

Yang Qing felt warm inside; this mom is something.

Entering the living room, Yang Qing indeed treated Zhao Man Ting much better.

He directly called out to Zhao Man Ting, 'Mom.'

Zhao Man Ting's cold face instantly broke into a smile.

She came over, took his hand, and they sat down together.

Yang Qing sat on the sofa, picked up an apple, and lay there eating it.

During that time, he didn't glance at Yang Rong once, treating him as if he were air.

Yang Rong, who had just suffered resentment from his own wife, was once again made half-dead with anger by Yang Qing.

"Bastard, do you still have any place for me…"

Yang Qing gave him a cold look.

Yang Rong didn't finish his words before swallowing them back.

"Have you eaten?"

Yang Qing hasn't eaten yet.

He raised his hand and called out.

"Ah Hui, come over to eat."

Zhao Man Ting, being perceptive, instructed Mrs. Han.

"Mrs. Han, go prepare some food for the Young Master."

Yang Qing called out.

"Mrs. Han, thank you for your trouble—lobster, crab, oysters, and another fish."

Mrs. Han laughed and slipped into the kitchen.

And Ah Hui showed no movement at all.

As for his reaction, Yang Qing didn't care at all.

Anyway, I called you.

After ordering the dishes, Zhao Man Ting asked where he had gone.

Yang Qing also didn't hide it, briefly explaining where he had gone and how he found it.

Now it was Yang Rong and his wife's turn to be shocked.

"Are you really my son? You're not an impostor, are you?"

"How do you even have these connections?"

Zhao Man Ting, while massaging Yang Qing's shoulders, was probing for information.

"Son, how did you come to know Uncle You?"

Yang Qing gave a hehe laugh and said nothing.

"Being mysterious is what's impressive; once everything's spoken, what influence does he still have?"