He Xuewen had just exited the Beijing Railway Station when he spotted Yang Wenbin standing tall among the crowd. He hurriedly waved over to Yang Wenbin. With his tall stature and handso appearance, despite the crowded exit, He Xuewen was quite a standout figure.
So, Yang Wenbin quickly noticed He Xuewen, and not just Yang Wenbin, many won around also stopped and stared.
"Xuewen, look at you, all the won at the station are staring at you," Yang Wenbin said with a smile as he walked up and took a package from He Xuewen’s hand.
He Xuewen just gave him a look and, not wanting to say more, gestured for Yang Wenbin to lead the way. Yang Wenbin chuckled and walked ahead, leading his friend out of the station. His jeep was parked at the entrance of the station, where Yang Wenbin put He Xuewen’s luggage in the back of the vehicle.
Sitting in the car, He Xuewen looked out at the streets with a sense of emotion. Everything he saw was filled with intense political colors, and the faces of the passers-by also carried a passion for struggle. Compared to the tranquil Sui City, Beijing truly was the political center!
"It’s been over a decade since I last ca to Beijing, and it seems like not much has changed—sa buildings, sa streets."
"What could have changed? Our country’s industry and economy have been stagnant over the past decade, where would the governnt get the money for urban developnt?" Yang Wenbin responded with displeasure from the driver’s seat.
"Sigh, who knows when our country will open up policies. Being isolated only turns the citizens into frogs in a well!" He Xuewen furrowed his brows.
"Exactly, it’s so frustrating trying to do business, always holding back. I wonder when I’ll get the chance to really do sothing big?"
Yang Wenbin’s ultimate dream was to establish an industrial factory, creating a multi-century family legacy like those in Europe, allowing the Yang Family to be passed down through generations and not just remain wealthy upstarts.
"It’ll happen soon, I reckon just a few more years. Our country can’t keep going like this forever. We just need to accumulate capital in these years, and we’ll definitely have a great opportunity," He Xuewen said confidently.
Yang Wenbin was sowhat skeptical, "How do you know? From the current montum, it seems tough! You don’t live in Beijing, so you aren’t aware of the current situation. Those few people are in their pri now!"
"There’s an old saying, fortune is where disaster lies, and disaster is where fortune depends. The higher they climb, the harder they fall. Those people won’t end well. Anyway, I’ve prepared to make a big move when the ti cos, and you’d better not lag behind!"
"How could I? You just wait and see who will be superior!"
Spurred by the challenge, Yang Wenbin made a bold declaration, his face full of ambition, while He Xuewen smiled out the window. As long as the spirit is still soaring, that’s good, as the Wenbin he just saw appeared a bit disheartened.
Yang Wenbin drove directly into the military region compound where the Yang Family resided. Seeing this, He Xuewen hurriedly said, "Wenbin, I should probably stay in a hotel. If Liu Jinyi finds out, it could cause trouble."
"Xuewen, if you consider a friend, just stay at my place. Don’t worry, the Yang Family doesn’t fear that Liu Jinpao, what can he do to us? Co on, co on, my wife has already prepared your room, don’t dawdle like a woman!"
Yang Wenbin parked the car at the entrance and quickly picked up a bag of luggage to walk into the courtyard, He Xuewen smiled and shook his head, took another bag, and followed him inside, his resolve to befriend Yang Wenbin only grew stronger.
Adversity reveals true friendship. Yang Wenbin accepting him during such a special ti showed his true character, and He Xuewen was not an ungrateful man. If one day He Xuewen were to succeed, he would certainly repay the kindness he had received.
Yang Wenbin lived with his parents in a house in the military region, originally his own accommodation was with his unit, but since his three brothers were serving in the army elsewhere, he moved back to the old house to take care of his parents.
Mr. Yang was about the sa age as the Old Man, but seed much less sprightly, his hair mostly white. It was hard to imagine that the once commanding Yang Sanlang had aged so profoundly.
Due to his surna Yang and being third in the family hierarchy, and because of his bravery in battles where he rarely faced defeat, he was nicknad Yang Sanlang; from this nickna, one could discern Mr. Yang’s past martial valor.
Yet, here was a once fierce warrior, now rely aging at ho, which filled He Xuewen with a sense of lancholy. Seeing Mr. Yang’s condition, he figured the old man must be suffering internally as well.
Mr. Yang, now retired due to illness, had stepped back from his duties several years ago, just like the Old Man. However, he still stayed in Beijing, so his days were not as leisurely as the Old Man’s.
On this occasion, He Xuewen brought three jars, each containing ten catties of diluted Qiong Wine. Two jars were for the Yang Family, and one was to curry favor with Mr. Yun. When He Xuewen took out the two jars, Mr. Yang’s eyes lit up, clearly a lover of fine wine.
"Uncle Yang, these two twenty-catty jars of dicinal wine were specially brought for you, please enjoy them."
"Very good, very good, your family’s wine is excellent indeed, it really relieves my body a lot," Mr. Yang was very happy and asked his son to put away the wine.
Mr. Yang was genuinely pleased; his health had deteriorated over the years due to depression, and he had feared he might not live to see brighter days. He hadn’t expected his youngest son would befriend the heir of He Family Wine and even bring back such tonic wine.
Since he started drinking the dicinal wine, his health had noticeably improved. Thinking he could protect the Yang Family for a few more years, Mr. Yang felt at peace. In such chaotic tis, having him, this old man, standing guard was at least so protection against evil spirits.
Mr. Yang had never imagined He Family’s wine had such remarkable effects (Tian Sisi thought to herself, he hadn’t even tried the truly miraculous He Family Wine yet)—no wonder Liu Jinpao was so determined to steal the secret recipe, even causing the destruction and despair within the He Family.
Mr. Yang looked down on Liu Jinyi’s actions; taking soone else’s belongings, no matter how good they might be, was wrong. Even if one managed to take them, it amounted to nothing in the end but creating a formidable enemy in He Xuewen—truly a self-destructive path!
Before eting He Xuewen in person, Mr. Yang had only heard about his conduct from his son; an impression based on hearsay. However, having t him today and despite being well-versed and well-aware himself, Mr. Yang couldn’t help but admire He Xuewen’s deanor—impressive indeed!
After talking with He Xuewen a bit more, Mr. Yang grew even more appreciative of him, and his disdain for Liu Jinyi’s actions intensified. Stealing treasures was bad enough, but causing a family to fall apart was utterly despicable and devoid of moral virtue.
He Xuewen also enjoyed his conversation with Mr. Yang. Although Mr. Yang was a fierce general, he was not a brute but a scholarly general. Mr. Yang himself said that had it not been an accidental step onto the revolutionary path, he would have been a Chinese literature teacher at Nankai University by now.
It turns out that Mr. Yang was a distinguished scholar at Nankai University, initially planning to stay on as faculty. However, fate intervened, and following his classmates, he had embarked on the revolutionary path, transforming into an iron-blooded general far removed from his literary roots. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to vote for it at Qidian (qidian) with a recomndation vote or monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian to read.)
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