Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 880, The End; New Book Released

Chapter 880, The End; New Book Released (Extra Chapter 1)

Yang Xiaole returned to Beijing and went straight to Master Suo's place.

A few years ago, after the mainland approved private museums, he built a large, modern museum for the old man.

The location is near the airport expressway.

It is only about three kilometers away from the future Olympic Sports Center.

"Old man!"

Yang Xiaole found Uncle Suo watering flowers in the park and greeted him with a smile.

The old man was busy when he heard the sound and turned around to look.

He put down what he was holding and smiled, "Just got back?"

"Yeah, I just got back!"

Yang Xiaole walked over with a smile.

I handed him a cigarette and chuckled, "What are you doing here all by yourself? Why don't you call someone to do it?"

The old man took it, lit a cigarette, took a puff, and smiled: "There are professionals in the museum who can handle this. I have nothing else to do right now."

"Where are my second brother and the others? Didn't they come?"

Cao Zhongxuan and his family also returned to Beijing and opened several large restaurants, which did quite well.

He's not going to cause trouble for the other party anymore; it's pointless now.

"I'm here. I had dinner at home last night."

The old man chuckled and then asked, "You're very busy right now, would you like to come over for dinner tonight?"

Yang Xiaole smiled and agreed, "Sure! I'll come to your place tonight. My parents are very busy right now, with lots of social engagements."

Anyway, he comes back often.

It doesn't matter.

The old man chuckled and agreed.

"Come on, let's go inside and take a look! You haven't been here since we opened, have you?"

"Row!"

Yang Xiaole happily agreed.

He had come many times before the business opened, but he hasn't come since it opened in the second half of last year.

The museum covers an area of more than 300,000 square meters, most of which is a park.

The museum was designed by the Department of Architecture and Design at the University of Hong Kong, and it is similar to other museums in later generations.

After entering the lobby, I went straight to the staff entrance.

Inside are exhibition halls representing various dynasties.

He basically has everything that other museums have.

There is also a Western-style exhibition hall.

Besides what he originally collected, there are also many other items inside that were brought back from abroad.

When the Soviet Union disintegrated, they used the staff there to almost empty the museums there, and then went to the Japanese side to collect their things as well.

In addition, there are the British Museum, American museums, and the Duke's private museum.

He ransacked everything.

Everything was sold at auctions on Hong Kong Island.

Some of them ended up in museums on Hong Kong Island, while the rest were loaned to the mainland.

Many items that are prohibited from sale in mainland China are very common here.

There are also quite a few bronze artifacts.

It has four floors in total.

The place was full of staff.

"You've done something worthwhile, preventing these things from our ancestors from being lost to the outside world."

The old man walked down the street with his hands behind his back and sighed at him.

Yang Xiaole rolled her eyes upon hearing this: "Look at what you're saying, making me sound like a traitor! These things are also a testament to history!"

My initial plan to make a fortune from antiques is no longer worth considering.

These things represent the cultural heritage of China over five thousand years.

Putting aside their price, if these things were gone, our civilization would have been interrupted, which would be a great pity.

The old man chuckled and walked through the exhibition hall with his hands behind his back.

Many people greeted him when they saw him.

Yang Xiaole followed along.

With a more spacious area, the display effect is different, and it looks much more upscale.

Of course, it cost a lot of money.

After strolling around for a while, the two went to the old man's office.

The old man is now over a hundred years old, but he still looks energetic and shows no signs of illness.

After chatting for a while, he drove away from the museum.

I drove directly home along the airport expressway.

My parents' supermarket has grown to a considerable size and has begun to expand into other major cities and provincial capitals. They no longer live in Beijing.

I drove straight to Zhongguancun.

Feng Xue's electronics store headquarters has moved to Zhongguancun.

However, he didn't come to see Feng Xue; instead, he went to an 18-story commercial building.

It has only 18 floors, but it is a landmark building in the area.

The architectural style is similar to that of modern office buildings on Hong Kong Island, featuring marble and tempered glass.

18 floors.

Yang Xiaole took the elevator to the 18th floor.

This is where Yueyue's company is located.

This building was naturally commissioned by him and is also one of his daughter's businesses.

When he got upstairs, he saw circles of roses everywhere.

Wow! Goodness! They're really going all out!

Roses are now becoming popular in the city, but it's really not easy to get so many at once.

At that moment, a boy with dyed yellow hair was holding up a sign.

He shouted into the room, "Yang Xinyue, I love you! Please be my girlfriend!"

Yang Xiaole almost burst out laughing when he saw this.

Yang Xinyue is naturally the name of her eldest daughter.

As for Xingxing, her real name is Yang Yehua.

The little girl has grown up; now she even has suitors.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. The little guy is 26 years old now, 27 in the traditional Chinese age reckoning, and it's indeed time for him to get married.

But looking at the young man, he still frowned.

It wasn't because the other person had dyed their hair blonde.

Back in the day, I also dyed my hair blonde.

It feels more like your own cabbage has been eaten by a pig.

As I was lost in thought, a young woman dressed in very ordinary clothes but looking quite classy walked out.

He glared at the other man and shouted, "Zhang Liang, how many times have I told you not to put anything in front of my company? Can't you understand human language? Have you no shame?"

Her little face showed anger.

Zhang Liang chuckled upon hearing this: "Why worry about saving face? Don't worry, it won't interfere with your business. I'll introduce you to some business opportunities."

Just as Yueyue was about to speak, she saw Yang Xiaole not far away.

"Ah! Dad!"

He quickly shouted happily and pounced on it.

She has the air of a queen.

Yang Xiaole hugged her, then smiled and put her down.

"When did you come back?"

Yueyue looked at him happily and asked a question.

"Just arrived!"

He then looked around at the scene and laughed, "The little girl has grown up! What's going on here!"

Yueyue glanced at Zhang Liang, who looked somewhat dumbfounded.

He said in a low voice, "This is my classmate. He's also studying in England. He's incredibly annoying, so just ignore him."

Yang Xiaole looked at the other party with great interest.

At this moment, Zhang Liang came to his senses.

Yang Xinyue's voice calling "Dad" wasn't very clear just now, so he didn't hear it clearly and thought it was her boyfriend!
A sudden wave of displeasure washed over me.

"Yueyue! Who is he?"

Yang Xinyue was speechless for a moment. She had just called him "Dad," and he was still asking who it was.

However, she still glared at him.

"Mind your own business! Let's go!" With that, he pulled Yang Xiaole and walked into the company.

Zhang Liang wanted to follow, but was stopped at the door.

Yang Xiaole entered the office and sat directly in the boss's chair.

There was no one else in the room at that time.

After Yang Xiaole sat down, he lit a cigarette and then asked with a smile, "Which kid have you taken a fancy to?"

These words made Yueyue blush slightly.

"Dad~~~ What are you saying!"

A mournful voice drifted over.

Yang Xiaole took a drag of his cigarette and laughed, "Don't play dumb with me. With your brains, you won't be able to get rid of him."

The little girl has been very independent since she was a child. She's smart enough and has plenty of ways to get rid of people.

Hearing this, Yueyue said shyly, "He's my classmate! I didn't want things to get too ugly!"

Yang Xiaole stared into her eyes for a while.

In the end, I didn't ask any further questions.

"Fine, I won't interfere in your affairs. You're a grown man, you know right from wrong."

Who can truly understand matters of the heart?

He never interfered in his daughter's and son's relationship.

However, boys and girls are different.

Girls are more likely to be taken advantage of.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "But there's one thing! If any scoundrel dares to play with your feelings, tell me, and I'll make him regret it for the rest of his life. Your dad has that ability."

Upon hearing this, Yueyue gave him a resentful look.

"What do you mean by 'playing with my feelings'? That sounds awful! Be civilized, understand?"

Yang Xiaole rolled her eyes: "Talk to me about being polite. Your dad isn't a polite person."

Upon hearing this, Yueyue covered her mouth and laughed: "That's true, Mom said you used to be neither horse nor donkey, very unreliable."

After saying that, he ran away.

They were terrified of being beaten.

Yang Xiaole glared at her, then asked with a smile, "Is the company doing alright? Can you manage the company all by yourself? Is anyone bullying you?"

With her own support, Yueyue has now started several companies.

A jewelry company, a clothing brand, and a cultural media company.

Cultural media is his original business, while the other two companies are his recent developments.

Upon hearing this, Yueyue shrugged: "It's alright! Nobody's bullying me. There's just this one club, this one club, that I've always wanted to get into, but I can't. I was thinking of using my mom's connections to see if I could get in. You know, this is a society based on personal connections, so knowing some people is still very important."

But thinking about it, I'll pass. You said last time that business matters shouldn't involve other family members.

"A club? What kind of club?"

Yang Xiaole was filled with curiosity. He knew what kind of club the other party was talking about; it wasn't the kind of place where people sang and danced in later generations.

Instead, it was the second or even third generation that started the business in this era.

To put it bluntly, it's just a circle.

Yueyue said it casually.

Then some other people were mentioned.

After listening, I understood.

It is undeniable that mainland China is a society that values personal connections.

He has never gotten involved in matters above the law, and he rarely shows his face; not many people actually know him.

It's estimated to be no more than two hands.

After thinking about it, since his daughter wanted these connections, he decided to give it a try.

It's not about making money off these people.

He simply didn't want some blind people to cause him trouble.

After all, he can't stay with his children forever.

These past few years have been quite chaotic.

Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "You don't need to join someone else's club, just start your own!"

Upon hearing this, Yueyue pouted and said, "I'll set one up myself? It's not about financial strength, it's about connections. I can't involve Mom; I don't have that kind of face!"

Yang Xiaole leaned over, pinched her little cheek, and laughed, "My daughter, Yang Xiaole's daughter, definitely has a big face!"

This aroused Yueyue's resentment.

"How old are you, still pinching my cheek?"

Yang Xiaole laughed and said, "You wait, Dad will get you some people."

He then picked up his phone.

The call was answered amidst her daughter's curious gaze.

"Hey, old man, what are you doing!"

"Oh, fishing!"

"I'm not here for anything specific, but these days young people all like to open some kind of club or club, and my daughter wants to get one."

"Yes, she wants one, so let's get one for her. I'd appreciate it if you could help promote it."

"Yes, we don't need too many people, a maximum of 20, and women only."

"Okay, that's settled then! You're busy! I'll come over for a drink if I need anything!"

Yang Xiaole finished the phone call with a smile.

Then he said to his daughter, "Alright, your old man has found people for you. Figure out a way to set up a club yourself! Do what you think is best, don't worry too much about it."

Many of the people who were called over because of connections don't have entirely pure intentions.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

There aren't that many truly pure people.

Let her decide for herself whether it's good or bad.

Yueyue was speechless upon hearing this.

"Dad, why are you calling me all these different people? I don't recognize any of them."

"It's okay if you don't know them yet, you'll get to know them later. Remember, with your dad around, you don't need to be subservient to anyone. Remember, it doesn't matter who it is, of course, mutual respect is still necessary, understand?"

Hearing her father's words, Yueyue pouted.

Over the past few years, she has come to know that her father is wealthy, and quite wealthy at that.

However, some things cannot be solved with money.

At that moment, she was unaware that it was because of a phone call from Yang Xiaole.

A certain circle began to stir.

They are looking for young, educated women from families who are specifically recruited to join an unestablished and unknown club.

The girls were immediately stunned.

Even some girls from top families scoffed at it, but after being severely reprimanded by their elders, they suddenly realized that things were not so simple.

The two chatted there for a while.

Yueyue's phone rang.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Excuse me, are you Ms. Yang Xinyue?"

"Yes, who are you?"

Yueyue initially thought it was a family member, but upon hearing the voice, she became curious. This was her private phone, and no one except her family and close friends knew about it!

"Oh, I am..."

As soon as the voice on the phone came through, Yueyue stood up in surprise.

His gaze fell upon his father.

Then, pulling himself out of his thoughts and remembering his father's words, he smiled and said, "Yes, I am planning to open a club..."

After a brief conversation, we hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Yueyue was surprised: "Dad, who did you call?!"

"What's wrong? Who called you?"

"It was the founder of Yuelan Club who called me. Their family is..."

I gave a brief overview of the situation.

Yang Xiaole nodded slightly upon hearing this; he was once a top-tier figure.

He's on the same level as Lao Wang.

Although they have retired, their children are all very successful, and many of them work in the system.