Chapter 65: 063 So It Is

Yu Xing’s bottom line for this family financial crisis was that it must not affect his elderly grandmother and grandfather.

Second, he hoped all relatives who had watched him grow up would remain harmonious.

And that night…

It was somewhat harmonious—at least, it met the minimum standard.

Yu Xing did not want to see his grandfather hospitalized again.

The front was temporarily unified, but everyone’s mood remained heavy.

Even though Yu Guosheng and Chu Qiying knew their son’s company had value, they still felt sorrow; no one wanted to see siblings suffer, and all hoped everyone could be well.

At eleven at night, after communicating one by one, the relatives had all left; Yu Xing sat on the sofa watching TV, his mind already focused more on what awaited him after returning.

At this moment, Yu Guosheng quietly sat down beside him.

“Dad, what’s up?” Yu Xing switched to an international news channel.

Yu Guosheng asked with hopeful eyes: “Son, do you think Yu Xuhui won’t come back? Maybe the economic investigation unit could recover some losses?”

“If it were me, I definitely wouldn’t come back,” Yu Xing shook his head slightly. “What’s the point? Recovering the money is highly unlikely.”

Yu Guosheng fell silent, watching the news for a while, then said: “Son, if not a single cent is recovered, I’m afraid your aunt will lose it again.”

“If it were me, I’d lose it too—money is blood and sweat, and the house is even more so,” Yu Xing understood. “Dad, you and Mom should comfort her more. I’ll try to inflate the company’s valuation as soon as possible. Honestly, it’s all about money—most things in this world can be solved with money.”

Yu Guosheng sighed. It was true—most things could be solved with money—but they just didn’t have any.

He finally asked: “Can the company’s valuation… really be inflated? How?”

Yu Xing thought for a few seconds: “Dad, I’m still inexperienced. The only way I can think of is to ride on others’ success. You’re a civil servant—tell me what insights you have.”

“If I had insights, would I be in the agricultural machinery bureau?” Yu Guosheng looked at his son. “Xingxing, I only have one requirement: don’t break the law.”

Yu Xing couldn’t help laughing: “Dad, your expectations for me are too low. I have moral standards for myself—not just no lawbreaking, but standing on the high ground of morality.”

He added: “Tomorrow I’ll visit Grandpa and Grandma. I’ll probably leave the day after tomorrow. Do you need some pocket money?”

Yu Guosheng snorted: “Fine, fine—you’re really Director Yu now, talking to your old man like this.”

Yu Xing nodded.

Yu Guosheng changed tone: “But if you give me some, that’s fine too.”

Yu Xing still nodded: “There’s some in my bag, in the inner compartment. Go count it yourself.”

Yu Guosheng: “…”

He squatted beside the sofa, opened his son’s backpack, and felt awkward counting money like a beggar.

So Yu Guosheng picked up the bag, stood up, and counted—his mood improved instantly.

He counted ten bills and showed them to his son: “Xingxing, I’ll take these—consider it your filial piety.”

Yu Xing didn’t even look, just grunted “Mm.”

For some reason, Yu Guosheng felt a twinge of guilt, and boldly took five more: “I raised you as a child, now you support me… middle-aged.”

“No problem, Dad. Just put the money away,” Yu Xing instructed. “Don’t let Mom see it—this period is special, and she’s already upset.”

Yu Guosheng quietly put the money away.

Seeing this, Yu Xing called out loudly: “Mom! Mom, come here!”

After a while, Chu Qiying, who had been grading lessons to calm herself, walked out: “What is it?”

Yu Xing directed: “Dad, hand the bag to Mom.”

Confused, Yu Guosheng picked up the bag and handed it to his wife.

“Dad, there’s an inner compartment in my bag—unzip it and give Mom all the money inside,” Yu Xing repeated. “This money is my regular salary for the past three months. I’m turning it over to you, Mom. Buy clothes if you want, or buy things for Grandpa and Grandma.”

Yu Guosheng looked at his son—his eyes spoke: You’re giving all the rest to your mom?! Why didn’t you say so earlier!?

He repeated the motion of unzipping, pulled out the remaining stack of cash, and slowly handed it to his wife, feeling a tiny pang of regret.

If only I’d known… I should’ve taken more earlier—it’s just my son’s filial offering anyway.

Chu Qiying sighed, took the money without protest, and said: “My son gave me money for the first time. No matter how much, I’ll take it.”

Yu Guosheng thought his wife had said it perfectly—take whatever you’re given…

Chu Qiying looked at her son and warned: “Xingxing, I have only one demand: never take dangerous risks to make money!”

Yu Xing immediately replied: “Mom, don’t worry—I’m making money by making others take risks.”

Chu Qiying felt she might finally be able to relax.

That night, the couple still couldn’t sleep soundly, but Yu Xing slept exceptionally well—he knew better than anyone that the current situation was already quite good.

The next morning, Chu Qiying went to work as usual; Yu Guosheng took half a day off to accompany relatives to register their losses. Only then did they fully grasp the scale of investment—4.97 million yuan made everyone’s heart sink.

Yu Xing went alone to visit his grandmother and grandfather with his belongings.

His grandmother was from Haiyan; his grandfather was from Datong, Shanxi. So since childhood, he’d been taught to alternate between terms—Grandma/Grandpa, Grandma/Grandpa—until they merged into one.

In the morning, his aunt hadn’t told them the full story; both elderly parents happily accepted their grandson’s health supplements and pocket money.

In the afternoon, Yu Xing met his cousin Chu Zhiguang and brought up going to Shanghai.

“Xiaoguang, how many years’ driving experience do you have?” He still hadn’t found a suitable position for his cousin, so he asked based on his earlier conversation with his uncle.

Chu Zhiguang grinned: “I’m almost ready for Test One.” Yu Xing froze—Test One wasn’t even passed yet?

He hurried after his uncle, who was buying braised meat: “Uncle, Xiaoguang hasn’t even passed Test One—how’s he driving?”

Chu Jinxiang pointed at the braised beef on his stall and turned to his nephew: “Aren’t you still without your Benz?”

Yu Xing: “…”

Chu Jinxiang continued: “I’m forcing him to get his license now.”

“Alright then,” Yu Xing could only say, “Guess we’re pretty well matched.”

Chu Jinxiang pointed at his son in front of his nephew and instructed: “Xiaoguang, from now on, whatever your brother says—east, go east; west, go west!”

Chu Zhiguang gave a crooked salute.

Yu Xing gave his first order: “Good. Xiaoguang, pass Test One as soon as possible!”

Chu Zhiguang grunted: “Bro, I’ll try.”

Watching his cousin’s attitude, Yu Xing guessed he wouldn’t see him for months—but then he thought: the company’s situation isn’t settled yet, so this might actually be fine. He couldn’t just call him over to drive a Ling.

That night’s dinner was with his uncle and cousin, but the conversation revolved around grape farming—something Chu Zhiguang hated.

“Xingxing, if Xiaoguang liked grape farming as much as you did, it’d be perfect,” Chu Jinxiang lamented.

Yu Xing had to be serious: “Uncle, I hate growing grapes—but this new Japanese variety makes money. I’ll find someone to help you import it in the next few months. Try planting it.”

Chu Jinxiang slapped his thigh: “Great! Let’s try it!”

Yu Xing clinked his glass with his uncle, already thinking: if it grows well, I’ll get media and platforms to promote this new grape variety.

The financial crisis was temporarily stabilized; relatives had all been seen; even grape farming had reached consensus.

Following his plan, Yu Xing intended to take a bus back to Jin Ling to attend the Internet Conference on the 23rd. He’d received confirmation from Song Yufeng—he had a 70–80% chance of taking the stage.

There was no choice—he was just a small fry. If the big-name speakers ran long, his slot might be canceled outright.

So Yu Xing needed to arrive in Jin Ling early—if he could sneak into the live feed or communicate with the top executives of the three potential buyers, he’d achieve part of his goal.

From the company’s condition, preparations for the next project, to the family crisis—all factors increasingly pushed Yu Xing to sell the company. He must offload Guiai.com during this conference or within this month.

September 17, 7 a.m.—Yu Guosheng and Chu Qiying saw Yu Xing off.

“I can take the bus myself—I’ve been to Jin Ling dozens of times. I’ve been riding these buses for years,” Yu Xing refused his parents’ escort.

Chu Qiying looked at her thin son, thinking of the pressure he’d endured over the past three months—and what lay ahead—and her heart ached: “If you miss home, come back. If you miss me, call. If…”

Yu Guosheng cut in: “If you miss me, send me money.”

Chu Qiying slapped her husband.

Yu Xing laughed: “Fine. This time, I’ll make sure you see me on the news.”

Yu Guosheng advised: “Don’t end up on the Legal Channel.”

Yu Xing smiled at his mother: “I slipped Dad two packs of cigarettes. Tell him not to smoke so hard.”

Yu Guosheng: ???

His peripheral vision caught his wife’s disapproving stare.

The farewell mood instantly lost its sadness.

“I’m off. Go to work. If you need money, call me,” Yu Xing waved, backpack on shoulder as he’d done for years, descending the stairs.

Chu Qiying listened to her son’s footsteps fading away, lost in thought: “I used to say this to him—‘If you need money, tell me.’ Now he says it to me… Xingxing…”

Yu Guosheng spoke seriously now: “May my son be foolish and dull, free of disaster, wise in all things.”

He’d learned about his son’s next project and its website name.

Chu Qiying shook her head, stepped inside, and softly said: “Hand over the cigarettes.”

Yu Guosheng: …

This kid never has smooth sailing. A little setback might not be bad—could even be good, right, Director Yu…

May my son be foolish and dull, with minor troubles, wise in all things!

…

Taking a bus from Haiyan to Jin Ling, the ride rocked and swayed until noon before arriving.

Yu Xing had been jostled for over four hours—he was starving.

But as soon as he stepped off, he saw a prominent banner.

—Welcome to the 7th China Internet Conference!

—Integration Promotes Development, Penetration Creates Value!

For the first time, the Internet Conference was held outside Beijing. Jin Ling clearly took it seriously, having already printed banners promoting the event and its theme.

Standing beneath the banner, Yu Xing looked at the listed companies and guests, feeling a quiet surge of anticipation—he might get close to them this time.

"Young man, could you take a picture for me?"

Outside the station, a middle-aged man dressed as a tourist smiled and asked for help.

Yu Xing had no objection to such a small favor; after taking the man’s photo, he pulled out his own phone and asked the man to take a picture of him standing beneath the promotional sign.

Then, he sent the photo via MMS to his parents, just to let them know he was safe.

Soon, Yu Guosheng replied: Boss Yu, are you really going to participate? How do you feel now?

Yu Xing replied: A true man should do as this.

(End of Chapter)