Chapter 2661

Ono Taro's death caused some waves in Japan. After all, the Ono Corporation was quite good in Japan's machinery manufacturing industry. Many newspapers in Japan reported Ono Taro's death, and his death made the Ono Corporation's stock price fall even more severely. The bankruptcy of the Ono Corporation was already inevitable.

However, not many people in China cared about Ono Taro's death. The person most concerned about this matter was Xiao Minggui. When he heard the news of Ono Taro's death, he was stunned. He didn't have much affection for Ono Taro; he was concerned about his son's study abroad career.

His son was currently studying abroad at Stanford University, and the annual tuition and living expenses added up to one or two hundred thousand yuan. He completely relied on Ono Taro to pay this money, but Ono Taro was also very shrewd. Up to now, he had only paid for one semester of tuition for Xiao Minggui's son, and living expenses were given monthly.

That is to say, he only gave Xiao Minggui's son one month's living expenses. With his death, Xiao Minggui's son immediately lost his source of income.

Where could the salaries of Xiao Minggui and his wife afford the high living expenses of their son in the United States? He had some savings before, but they were all spent on the preparations for his son to study abroad. These savings also included some gray income he had in his position as factory director. Now he was at the end of his rope.

His son had been calling back every day these days asking Xiao Minggui to send money, saying that if he didn't send money, he would starve to death. Just this overseas call fee was not a small amount, which made Xiao Minggui's heart ache.

Since Xiao Minggui had been a cadre in the factory since he had a child, his family background was relatively good. Xiao Minggui's son had been pampered at home since he was a child and had no self-care ability, let alone work ability. So, if you want him to work and study, you should give up that idea early.

At that time, Chinese students in the United States who worked and studied were basically doing manual labor like washing dishes. Given the extent to which Xiao Minggui's son was pampered, if he went to wash dishes, not to mention whether he could endure this hardship, I reckon the money he earned every day wouldn't be enough to pay for the broken dishes.

Xiao Minggui's son's academic level was also quite average, and wanting to apply for a scholarship was basically hopeless.

Xiao Minggui also thought about borrowing money from relatives, but even if relatives had money to lend him, it would only be a drop in the bucket. At that time, the gap in living expenses between China and the United States was like heaven and earth. Which family had so much money to give to Xiao Minggui for his son to squander?

In addition to the immediate predicament, what gave Xiao Minggui a headache was how many years this kind of life would last. In the future, annual tuition and living expenses would require a large sum of money. Where could he raise money?

When Xiao Minggui was overwhelmed and thinking about how to raise money for his son, this day, people from the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection came to his door, saying they wanted to find him to investigate some problems. Looking at those serious-looking discipline inspection cadres, Xiao Minggui collapsed to the ground all at once...

These days, Su Xinghui's life was relatively carefree. After returning from Hujiang, he returned to the leisurely life he had before, commuting between his unit and home every day, getting off work on time, and never working overtime.

After returning home, Su Xinghui also repaired the two incense tables that he hadn't had time to repair before. The repaired incense tables were beautiful and antique. He placed these two incense tables in his study. When he was writing and painting, he would place an incense burner on the incense table and light sandalwood, which could calm his heart.

During this period, every day, in addition to writing and painting, Su Xinghui repaired those small beasts and roof tiles. Those small beasts and roof tiles were also treasures, but unfortunately, they were damaged. After repair, they were still very valuable. Su Xinghui felt that these things were also a great benefit to his artistic cultivation.

In addition, Su Xinghui felt that his boxing skills had also made great progress these days, which seemed to be a breakthrough. He had practiced kung fu for so long, and in the past few years, he felt that he was in a bottleneck stage, with little progress.

But the spar with Qi Shoushan a few days ago seemed to have become an opportunity for him to break through the bottleneck. He also absorbed a lot of nutrition from Qi Shoushan's wrestling skills. Chinese wrestling was originally derived from boxing, and some methods of exerting, borrowing, and deflecting force in wrestling also had reference value for Su Xinghui's internal boxing skills.

Therefore, Su Xinghui's boxing skills had a huge breakthrough this time, which was a matter of course.

Su Xinghui was twenty-nine years old this year. With his experience from his previous life, he had been practicing boxing for decades. His current physical strength and experience were at the peak of his life. With this spar, it would be abnormal if he didn't break through.

This morning, Su Xinghui practiced a set of boxing techniques in the practice area specially set up in the back courtyard. As he practiced, he felt the true Qi flowing through his body and his energy filling him, which made him involuntarily let out a long whistle and punch a wooden stake as thick as a calf. That wooden stake actually snapped into two pieces with a crack.

This punch surprised even Su Xinghui, because these plum blossom stakes he planted in the back courtyard were made of high-quality catalpa wood, as thick as a calf, and were very hard. It was very laborious to cut one with an axe. Today, his punch actually had such power, which was something Su Xinghui himself hadn't expected.

Hearing this long whistle from Su Xinghui, Lu Xiaoya and Su Wenjun and his wife brought Niu Niu to the back courtyard. They were also very surprised to see this wooden stake broken into two pieces.

Although Lu Xiaoya and Guo Suhua didn't understand kung fu, they also knew how much strength it took to break such a thick wooden stake, which could be said to be beyond the reach of ordinary people.

And Su Wenjun was even more surprised. He had also learned some boxing techniques from his brother-in-law since he was a child. Although limited by talent and interest, his boxing achievements were not high and could only be considered mediocre, but he still had an eye for boxing. He asked, "Xinghui, did you break this wooden stake?"

Su Xinghui nodded and said, "Yes, I was practicing boxing just now and had a sudden realization, so I broke this wooden stake with one punch."

Su Wenjun said in surprise, "Have your boxing skills reached such a level?"

Su Xinghui said, "This is just a coincidence, not necessarily every time it has such power."

Su Wenjun said, "I think your boxing skills have surpassed your uncle-in-law."

Su Wenjun's words were not nonsense. Yu Maode was mainly a doctor, obsessed with medical skills. His martial arts were mainly for health preservation, and his boxing skills were mainly for self-defense. His state of mind was not the kind of competitive one, so his boxing skills lacked a bit of murderous aura.