[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981":3,"chapter-that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-819":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","That Year, the Flowers Bloomed in 1981",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2295237,4489,"Chapter 819","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-819",819,"\u003Cp>Although Min believed that not checking the data made her uneasy, Li Ye’s arrival as this god of wealth offered an even more reassuring solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Li, the fluctuations in both the lighthouse and Tokyo’s financial markets have grown increasingly intense and are aligning more closely with our expectations—when do you think the breaking point will come?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye glanced at Min and asked in confusion, “Min, you’re not in charge of this area, are you? And why don’t you ask your boss instead?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Min knew Fu Guiru and Pei Wencong were engaged in financial speculation, but she primarily handled the company’s trade and internal affairs—a highly competent logistical staff member—so Pei Wencong never told her the details, and Li Ye had no intention of elaborating further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Min smiled awkwardly and hesitantly asked, “Sorry, Mr. Li, I really shouldn’t have asked, but I’ve put all my savings into Bo, and I’m genuinely terrified.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye replied in surprise, “You’ve invested all your savings? That doesn’t sound like you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Li Ye’s mind, Min had always been one of those women who sought stability, unlike Pei Wencong, who loved to go all-in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Li, I’m not afraid to admit this—I’ve been treated well by Mr. Pei over the years, and I’ve saved up quite a bit. Technically, it’s enough to last me a lifetime, but my son…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Min sighed helplessly. “When I had no money, my son studied hard and always ranked first in his class.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But once I became wealthy, he suddenly slackened off. This time, he bombed the college entrance exam. I can’t scold him, and I can’t hit him—I just hurt inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I asked Mr. Pei what to do, and he said if the child isn’t ambitious, let him be a playboy and put hope in the next generation. That’s why I’m gambling—because being a playboy takes a lot of money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s what Old Pei said?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye was speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Kong, having never undergone large-scale ideological rectification under red thought, still had many playboys; mothers like Min thought very differently from mothers on the mainland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But looking at the playboys on the mainland decades later, it wasn’t entirely without reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some playboys might be useless, but few are fools. If just one or two in the next generation turn out capable, the family line can easily continue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye thought for a moment and said, “Since you’ve chosen to trust Mr. Pei and Luo Runbo, don’t doubt—just wait patiently. Even this moment of panic is a price you must pay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Li is right—this cost is mine to bear. I’m not greedy; just one shot, hehehe~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Min laughed outwardly, but her inner fear had vanished completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Min had personally witnessed the incident when Master Huang calculated Pei Wencong’s fate and suffered a heart attack. To her, Master Huang had meddled where he shouldn’t have and been punished in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So whenever Li Ye said “wait patiently,” she could rest easy with full confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Min stayed a little longer at Fu Guiru’s, helped her prepare lunch, then hurried off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After she left, Fu Guiru told Li Ye, “Over the past few years, Pei Wencong has repeatedly found turning points in the financial markets. Min has guessed something, yet she’s still calmly collecting her salary and share dividends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her husband isn’t ambitious. After years of poverty, sudden wealth made her son dazzled by the flashy world. A mother, for her son, will risk everything—she told me now she only trusts herself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand,” Li Ye nodded. “She’s doing this only for her son.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye had met a woman like Min in his past life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That woman’s husband had died, leaving her a factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then all her relatives came, claiming they’d help her maintain and expand the factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she trusted only herself—she sold the factory, took seven or eight million, moved to another city with her child,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>got a regular job, invested her money only in safe financial products, owned no luxury cars or mansions, and quietly raised her child to adulthood, through university and marriage—a true paragon of clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Min was originally on that same path, but now, for her child, she took this one risk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who isn’t doing this for their son? Don’t I run around all day? Isn’t it all for you? Eat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, yeah, eat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his mother’s scolding, Li Ye ate far more than usual and actually felt full.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ding ling ling~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye’s phone rang. He picked it up—it was Wen Leyu calling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye quickly asked, “What’s wrong, Leyu? Is something the matter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu’s laughter came through the line: “Hehehe, there’s something—wait a moment!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye smiled. “Oh? Seems like good news you’re eager to share!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm, mm, mm~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu murmured a few times, then said, “Come on, Xiao Bao, say ‘Dad.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye paused, unable to suppress a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their son was only five months old—had Wen Leyu already started teaching him to say “Dad”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, as Wen Leyu coaxed him with “Dad, Dad,” Li Ye actually heard Xiao Bao’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ba-ba~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hss~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye took a deep breath, his whole body trembling with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he knew a child of four or five months uttering “Dad” was merely unconscious babbling, that meaningless cry was a lifelong bond for a father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the rope tied to an old ox’s nose—it was a bond you could never shake off or escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When your child misbehaves and causes trouble, you rage and curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When your child gets a fever, you pace in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When your child can’t find a wife, you’re more anxious than he is. When he’s tricked, you’re angrier than he is.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This is a lifelong fate, beginning with just one word: “Dad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So perhaps some women in the future shouting “Keep the child, ditch the father” are actually a blessing for many men!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you don’t even call me Dad, I don’t care what happens to you!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Guiru saw Li Ye’s eyes glisten and snatched his phone, asking Wen Leyu what was going on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Leyu immediately complained to her mother-in-law: “Mom, since this morning, Xiao Bao has started saying ‘Dad.’ I’ve been teaching him for hours, but he won’t say ‘Mom’—isn’t that infuriating? I carried him for ten months, yet he’s closest to Li Ye.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fu Guiru immediately perked up and said into the phone, “You’re right—when Li Ye was little, he learned to say ‘Dad’ first too. I beat him and he still wouldn’t change. Isn’t that infuriating?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye, listening from the side, weakly said, “Mom, ‘Dad’ is easier to pronounce than ‘Mom’—babies have weak muscles.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out of here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye quietly moved aside, watching helplessly as Fu Guiru held his phone, trying to coax Xiao Bao into saying “Grandma” or “Mom,” but the child only cried until they gave up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man’s joy is simple. Sometimes, a woman’s joy isn’t complicated either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm hm hm hm hm, hahaha, only Dad is the best…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost! No dinner for you tonight! Get out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Li Ye stayed at Fu Guiru’s, ate the dinner she cooked, then left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A son is a father’s lifelong bond—how could he not be a mother’s too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hehehe~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Li Ye returned to the inn, he found everyone eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm. Instant noodles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has Deputy Factory Director Li eaten?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I have. What are you eating? Oh, Qingshuihe instant noodles—supporting domestic products?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Support domestic products? This is just the cheapest!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cheap my ass.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Jingen cursed, pointing at his noodles. “This one meal cost me half my monthly salary. Are mainland companies this greedy now? How much does a kilo of flour even cost?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Are you insulting me? Don’t you know I’m a major shareholder of Qingshuihe?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye’s face darkened. He asked Xiao Jingen, “Where did you buy these noodles?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Jingen said, “At the convenience store outside—one pack isn’t enough, two packs are too expensive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye coldly replied, “If the Japanese are charging you a high price, what does that have to do with the instant noodle factory?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiao Jingen blinked, then realized: “Oh, right—I forgot you’re from Qingshui. My bad, my bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not a slip—you’re ignorant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Ye said sternly, “Qingshuihe instant noodles responded to the state’s call and successfully entered overseas markets, earning foreign exchange. They’re a point of pride for our domestic food industry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they’re expensive in Japan, that proves they’re worth it. Our noodles are cheap here, but expensive in Japan. Japanese electronics are cheap in Japan but expensive here. That’s normal market economics—why are you cursing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, yes, Deputy Factory Director Li’s point—that’s what they call global division of labor—we produce what we should, Japan produces what they should, each gets what they need, each fills the other’s gaps…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right, right! I heard our domestic textile industry is strong now, and Fenghua Clothing sells for high prices overseas too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So according to you, global division of labor really is great!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Great? Great your ass! A bunch of fools who get scammed and still count the money for the scammer—if I relied on you, we’d be finished.】\u003C\u002Fp>",1532,"2026-06-20T05:05:02.628Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","9e83f0e995cee977ff82e829d5b597a9194fb1b0a921e48b9083fe2d5dd20a6b","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-820","that-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-chapter-818",884,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthat-year-the-flowers-bloomed-in-1981-cover.jpg"]