Siheyuan: Rebirth of a comfortable life starts with Shazhu

What He Yuzhu said sounded like grand principles, but it wasn't very practical.

But he set the best example for He Xinghua by sacrificing his own future.

To outsiders, He Yuzhu's statement certainly seems to lack vision.

Basically, anyone who achieves a certain level of success in their career has made some sacrifices.
Even Li Huaide, when he was young, didn't he sacrifice his love for his career?

For most people, people like Li Huaide are the ones who truly get things done.

Such remarks by He Yuzhu are petty and lack vision.

He Yuzhu didn't care about any of that; he just acted according to his own understanding and educated his children accordingly.

As for whether this child will succeed in the future, he can't worry about that too much.

In the following days, He Yuzhu experienced firsthand the fickle nature of human relationships.

Things in the workplace are just that mysterious.

He Yuzhu had not yet returned to Beijing to accept criticism and punishment.

But those who came all the way from Beijing to attend the Canton Fair seemed to have inside information.

This completely isolated He Yuzhu.

During his time in Guangcheng, apart from group activities where he was absent, the place was practically deserted, which is the situation he is facing now.

He Yuzhu was happy to be quiet and took He Xinghua to eat all the delicious food in Guangcheng.

When He Yuzhu was about to leave, he touched his belly and realized he had gained at least five pounds.

Unfortunately, middle-aged people are prone to gaining weight.

"Alright, let's go back!"
Do things well, listen to the opinions of those around you, and think things through before you act.

Of course, when it's time to be decisive, you should be decisive.

"We're not afraid of making mistakes, we're afraid of not learning from them." He Yuzhu stroked his son's head, giving him a parting lecture.

These words may seem contradictory, but they come from He Yuzhu's true feelings.

That's how fathers are; they're afraid their sons will be indecisive and miss opportunities.

They were also afraid that their son would be autocratic and wouldn't listen to others' opinions.

To be honest, He Yuzhu really didn't know how to educate his child.

He just says whatever comes to mind.

As for how much He Xinghua can understand, that's his business.

Each person is an independent individual in life.

Even though He Xinghua carries his chromosomes, he still has his own understanding of society.

Most parents want to completely instill their own understanding of life into their children.

But is that entirely correct?
Not necessarily.

If a person can correctly understand society, they can achieve success in life, even when they are seventy or eighty years old.

The fact that most people achieve nothing means that most people's perceptions are not entirely correct.

He Xinghua's beautiful hair, styled with hair wax, was ruffled by He Yuzhu into a mess, but he was very happy about this intimacy between father and son.

He stepped forward and hugged He Yuzhu, whispering, "Dad, have a safe journey."

What the father and son didn't see was that on a railway track not far away, next to a stopped train, a shirtless middle-aged man was staring intently at them.

"Guangqi, what are you daydreaming about? Get to work!" A burly man shouted at the middle-aged man who was lost in thought inside the carriage.

"Oh, oh, I'm here." Liu Guangqi adjusted his glasses, rubbed the red mark on his shoulder, gritted his teeth, and climbed into the stuffy carriage.

His dream of the South remained unfulfilled.

No big boss noticed him at first glance and gave him a chance to showcase his talent.

In reality, Liu Guangqi had never met any big bosses since he arrived in the south.

He did many things, such as going to certain places to help people exchange foreign currency. He also went to certain small ports, hoping to buy some goods to sell in the pigeon market.

But as an outsider, he didn't understand the unwritten rules of the underworld and couldn't even speak the local dialect clearly.

Why would someone who's truly in business take him on as a mentor?
Those who hang out with him are not decent people.

When you go to the port to pick up goods, they sell you inferior goods, and the price you get is even higher than the price of loose goods in the pigeon market.

I went to help someone exchange foreign currency, but I got scammed by them using counterfeit money.

Fortunately, his junior high school classmate Zhou Jiefang, despite looking filthy and covered in oil, was well-known among the locals.

Liu Guangqi was spared being invited in for questioning by the institute.

By the time Liu Guangqi had brought over several thousand yuan, more than half of it had been lost.

Liu Guangqi then realized the reality and begged Zhou Jiefang to help him get a job as a porter at the train station.

This also shows that Liu Guangqi has never been a gambler.

He has always been like this since he was young; he never thought he would have the courage to fight a desperate battle for development.

Just like his business dealings, once he's decided on that path...

And now it is indeed possible to make money by selling goods in Guangcheng. Even if you have been cheated once, you can just be more careful next time.

Find a few reliable suppliers, order smaller quantities, and then find people from Beijing to come here to get cheaper, loose goods.

Over time, they built a reputation and established stable sales channels.

Then you'll naturally make money.

But he was fooled twice and gave up on that path altogether.

Foreign exchange is another example; it is indeed one of the most profitable businesses in Guangcheng at present.

If you don't understand the authenticity of foreign exchange, then you should learn about it.

But after being fooled once, he backed down again.

This guy is so cautious about everything; even if an opportunity is presented to him, he might not be able to seize it.

"What were you looking at just now?" a burly man asked as Liu Guangqi entered the carriage.

This man was his classmate's best friend; otherwise, he wouldn't have brought a pale-faced scholar like Liu Guangqi to do manual labor.

Liu Guangqi chuckled and said, "It's nothing! I just found it unusual to see someone driving a car to drop someone off at the station."

"That's normal. The Canton Fair has opened these past few days, and many foreign businesses are getting preferential treatment here."

"Only those people can drive in and out of the station," the burly man explained to Liu Guangqi, revealing the intricacies of the situation.

"Ah...what a pity." Liu Guangqi sighed upon hearing this.

How could he not know about something as big as the Canton Fair?

In fact, he even took a day off, tidied himself up, and went outside the venue to take a look.

He was hoping to meet some mentor who would appreciate his talent.

According to later generations, this person was always a dreamer.

Having dreams is one thing, but being like a headless fly means not knowing where to start striving.

He recognized He Yuzhu and knew that He Yuzhu and the young man in the suit from earlier must have a close relationship.

But what's the use?

He didn't have the courage to go up to He Yuzhu and have a chance encounter with an old friend in a foreign land.

I didn't have the courage to take this opportunity to get to know He Xinghua.

I could only stand in the confined, stuffy carriage, daydreaming about what those things might have happened.

When he realized he had missed his chance, he could only sigh and lament.

This is the common trait of losers. (End of Chapter)