Chapter 696

Yang Rong is now in his seventies or eighties, often lying down, looking dazed.

He squints his eyes as if he could fall asleep at any moment, but anyone who thinks he's really asleep is the fool.

On WanDao, two-tenths of the land is already owned by the Yang Family.

Yang Rong, using a variety of means, has tightly controlled those places.

Whether newspapers, media, or the underworld and the legitimate.

Many people rely on the Yang Family for their livelihood.

The key is that the people living there are doing very well, and many have gone to the Mainland to open factories to earn money.

Now the Mainland has joined the global economic circle, and the flow of people from this area to the Mainland will only increase.

The Yang Family holds a position in Te Qu that no one can match.

People from other parts of WanDao who want to make it big on the mainland must come here to pay respects to Yang Rong.

Yang Tianyou, raised by Yang Rong himself, also wields some influence in these places.

In Daxia, his grandfather told him to start a semiconductor company, and not long after he did.

This company is called MediaTek.

Lao Cai initially disagreed, but the Yang Family gave him too much to refuse.

After Yang Tianyou repeatedly stated he would not participate in management and asked him to hold the shares on his behalf.

Lao Cai, suppressing a smile, sold Yang Tianyou 39% of the shares for 10 billion Hong Kong dollars.

This was several times higher than his company's valuation.

When a person has money and power, they can truly do as they please.

Right after MediaTek came a steady stream of talent poached from TSMC.

Not long after, the Yang Family ordered several lithography machines from ASML and even became a shareholder of ASML.

Lao Cai felt completely overwhelmed; this all-around care was simply too enjoyable.

Just then.

Zhang Zhongmou came over.

Seeing Zhang Zhongmou, Lao Cai felt a bit guilty, after all he now had many TSMC employees in his hands.

This is hard to talk about, unpleasant to see.

"Manager Zhang, what wind blew you here?"

Zhang Zhongmou said angrily.

"Lao Cai, you're going too far, aren't you?"

"Are there any rules left?"

"If everyone does this from now on, who can feel at ease?"

"I'm telling you, Lao Cai, you must give me an explanation, or else we won't let this rest."

"Don't think I'm threatening you; just see if I'll trip you up."

Lao Cai felt guilty, so hearing this made him panic inside.

After all, he still has to make a living under Yingjiang's eyes; putting the Yang Family's label on himself is already not great, and if he offends Zhang Zhongmou as well...

He would then cause him trouble.

That would really make him suffer.

"Old Zhang, this isn't my fault."

"Just say, if it were you, what could you do?"

"The Yang Family not only has many people and great power, but also countless people who rely on them for a living."

"How could I possibly go up against them?"

"It's all a helpless move, a helpless move."

"Otherwise, let's go see Elder Yang and talk."

"Doing this all the time really won't work."

Zhang Zhongmou let out a breath; his purpose in coming was also this.

"Alright, if this gets settled, I'll let you off; if not, we'll fight to the bitter end."

Looking at his fierce expression, Lao Cai smiled and brought him before Yang Rong.

Yang Rong remained in his half-asleep state.

The two of them hurriedly paid their respects.

"Elder Yang!"

Yang Rong lifted his eyes and glanced.

"Hmm, ah, Little Cai, is this Little Zhang? Sit, sit, sit…"

His trembling, shaking form frightened the two, who quickly held down the moving Yang Rong.

Then they sat down beside him.

Because their seats were the stool Yang Tianyou usually used to give him a massage, they were not very high, making it look like two servants attending to their grandfather.

Having sat down, they still couldn't directly discuss the matter, as that would be disrespectful.

The three then launched into casual conversation.

As people age, they love to talk about the past.

"Back then, in Jingcheng and Songhu, we got by just fine."

"Your two elders also had some acquaintance with me."

Many wealthy people on WanDao have connections with him; having taken so much from others and collected such high fees, how could there not be ties?

It's just that you got up; if you hadn't run away back then, who knows if anyone would be looking for you, they'd be worried.

If it weren't for your old pals and longstanding friendships watching over you, you'd have been pushing up daisies by now.

Ah, who let them get ahead? They've got money and power—just listen.

After hearing old tales for a while, the two of them gradually came to understand.

Old Yang is giving them a warning, so they don't forget their roots.

The two sighed, "Who doesn't want you well, me well, everyone well?" But fate plays tricks.

They're in too deep.

Their two companies survive only by being fed by others.

What are you going to have them do?

Under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head.

As much as we can manage.

Seeing the two looking thoughtful, Yang Rong knew they understood his intention.

So he patted both of their hands.

"Alright, we've finished chatting—let's go, old fellow, you're tired."

Zhang Zhongmou paused, then opened his mouth to say something.

Lao Cai stopped him.

"Old Yang, then we won't disturb you—rest, we'll come see you when we have time."

Yang Rong nodded.

"They're all good kids."

The two bowed slightly, then left.

All the way out of the Yang family's gate, Zhang Zhongmou finally spoke up.

"Why didn't you say that just now?"

"If you don't say it, how can we solve the problem?"

Lao Cai was somewhat familiar with Yang Rong, so he wasn't afraid at all; instead he spoke calmly and confidently.

"You still can't see such a simple thing?"

"Old Yang already knew what we meant from before."

"At Old Yang's level, things don't need to be spelled out."

Zhang Zhongmou thought of Yang Rong's half-dead state and spoke doubtfully.

"Are you sure he's not gone senile?"

"Lao Cai, if things go wrong, don't blame me."

Lao Cai comforted him.

"Don't worry—didn't you hear my last words clearly?"

"Good kid."

Saying that, he felt a flash of shame—so old, yet being called a kid.

"In other words, as long as our hearts don't change, the old folks won't harm us."

Zhang Zhongmou said doubtfully.

"Really?"

"Truly."

He still wasn't reassured.

"Otherwise, you could go in and ask."

Lao Cai, impatient, pulled him along and left.

"Alright, I'll go back and talk to Yang Tianyou; I can still not lend a hand to someone dying?"

Zhang Zhongmou felt a toothache—"You little bastard, you got the advantage and still want to act cute?"

If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this now.

But since the conversation has come to this point, he also couldn't continue to haggle.

"Remember your words, otherwise we'll only be able to be enemies."

"Don't think that just because you've cozied up to the Yang family, everything will be fine."

"Who doesn't have a few connections?"

"The Yang family is formidable, but I'm not inferior to them."

"Do as you see fit."

Having said that, Zhang Zhongmou left.

Lao Cai felt helpless; this is truly an undeserved disaster.

But he did gain some benefit, so he shouldn't be too sentimental.

He took out his phone and told Yang Tianyou the situation.

Yang Tianyou said affirmatively.

"Since my great-grandfather has spoken, let's just forget it."

"But the poaching can't stop; TSMC won't work, aren't there still Yingjiang and Japan doing well?"

"Talent—the more the better."