My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 493 Taking care of the child doesn't interfere with anything.
It's quite amazing that this little guy actually slowed down Wei Dong's lightning-fast progress.

Work tasks will continue as usual.

But Wei Dong was instructed to always carry Xiao Die with him.

If you don't have a child car seat or a child carrier, then make your own.

I used to buy baby bags and backpacks when I traveled to Hong Kong and Japan for business.

Even abroad, the equipment technology hasn't evolved to the level it will be 30 or 40 years from now.

The old security guard knows it well.

In the streets and alleys of Shanghai, there are tailors who repair clothes. Find a pair of worn-out jeans from a company, take them out and have them made into pork kidney-shaped buns.

Then we asked the carpenter on the construction site to sand a crescent-shaped piece of wood about the size of an arm.

Stuffing it into a bag and tying it around the waist creates a seat for the child.

With some adjustments to the previous carrying bag, and by altering it, Ram could be transformed into a comfortable place for the child to sit on Rang Weidong's chest, so that he could face and see everything with him.

Then Wei Dong kept talking to the child, guiding the interaction, and pointing out everything in front of him.

The doctors were surprised that this young father was so concerned about Mingli.

These days, if a child is missing an arm or a leg, or doesn't say a few words, nobody pays any attention.

This finally made Wei Dong understand why he couldn't afford to have children later on; raising children in the 1980s was really a rough and ready process, as long as they could survive.

Look at these minors in the family. Shi Tou spends all day squatting in inconspicuous places like alley entrances, behind curbs, and across the street, coldly observing everything.

Ram was constantly searching for washing utensils, which made Wei Dong wonder if she had some kind of stereotypical behavior.

So let's raise a more normal one.

In fact, the reason why Wei Dong accepted and became close to Dong Xueying was mainly to take care of the child.

It wasn't even specifically targeting Xiaodie.

It's simply a return to this era, where everyone is struggling and drifting in the currents of fate, and only a helpless child can change things with just a little help.

Besides desperately trying to overcome the three major pitfalls to change their own and their parents' fate.

Xiaodie was the little life that inspired Weidong to change his fate.

The child mostly watched quietly.

From cars, streets, factories, and construction sites, everything is quietly watching.

Wei Dong had no choice but to become a chatterbox: "What's that? A bus. Shall we take the bus? Look how beautiful the sunlight is shining down! Oh dear, don't mess with this dog..."

The child remained calm and silent.

Old Zhang glanced at him and exclaimed, "I didn't expect you to like children so much."

Without explaining, Wei Dong asked, "What are your plans for the Spring Festival?"

Old Zhang immediately straightened his back and said seriously, "No, even if we go back to the countryside, it's only a few dozen kilometers away. Is there any plan?"

Wei Dong pulled out an envelope: "I told you before, if you manage the foreign trade company well and take good care of these young people in Shanghai, we will have the opportunity to go abroad. This is a business letter from Mr. Tanaka of Tokyo, the company that sent beef and jeans to. They want to go there to discuss business. Actually, it's just a way to get a visa and go on a trip. You two should arrange the company's situation yourselves and fly there for a vacation during the Spring Festival. Round-trip airfare will be reimbursed."

Old Zhang must have frozen instantly; so many people are obsessed with going abroad.

Divorce and abandoning one's spouse and children are minor matters; smuggling, seeking refuge, and all sorts of other methods are constantly emerging.

There's no such thing here; they just casually issue official or business visas.

It might not have been this shocking to someone else.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang both speak English and admire and yearn for the advanced and developed countries abroad.

For them, being able to go abroad was like a sacred dream.

Wei Dong casually patted his hand and said, "Remember to learn and see more good things. There are still so many young people to guide. In the future, we will rely on you to take them abroad to broaden their horizons."

After saying that, he composed himself and left.

But Xiaodie, with her indifferent face, sat on her father's chest and left without looking to the side or saying goodbye.

They cooperated perfectly.

Hmph, serves you right for worshipping foreign things and fawning over foreigners; serves you right for desperately wanting to go abroad.

I'm determined to break your mindset of striving to go abroad.

The goal is to make going abroad commonplace.

In fact, Wei Dong's willingness to spend hundreds of thousands to send Zhang Lanzhi abroad was partly due to this mischievous and spiteful intention.

Lao Tzu wanted to turn the revered beliefs into roadside stalls.

After crossing at least half a street, Wei Dong quickly resumed his talkative mode: "Do you know this is China? When you grow up, you can go abroad to study and visit your mother... Uh, do you miss your mother? Let's go see the Bund today, there are so many people there..."

The child remained silent.

This prompted Wei Dong to gradually increase the amount of time he mentioned his mother.

He had previously avoided this person, fearing that she might be the root cause of the child's condition, and what if she really started making a fuss and wanted to find her mother?

Stone and Ram followed at a distance.

Stepping out of this old-style villa, there's a grove of ginkgo trees along the street, their leaves now a dazzling yellow at the turn of the year. Bathed in the winter sunlight on this spot, the whole place is a golden world.

The little one finally looked up and peered out, his beady eyes seeming to glow with gold.

Wei Dong was delighted, but he still controlled his enthusiasm, walking slowly and observing carefully. He even squatted down to gather a bunch of ginkgo leaves and sprinkled them into the sky like rain. Unfortunately, Xiao Die didn't shout with joy, nor did she even wave her arms in response; she remained quietly watching.

To make Wei Dong even more certain that there was something wrong with the child, he decided to take even better care of him: "Do you prefer Shanghai or Jiangzhou? How about we go back to Shangzhou for the Spring Festival?"

Even in the summer, Xiaodie would still chatter away even after Dong Xueying had just left.

Now he just leans his small body against his father's chest without saying a word.

Of course, the father and daughter's outfits are very eye-catching.

Wei Dong was dressed quite well: jeans, sneakers, a denim shirt with a casual suit, and a black woolen short coat.

Walking the streets of Shanghai, he would definitely be considered a stylish and high-quality man.

But for the sake of the children, they left their coats and suits open, which conveniently blocked the wind from both sides.

The brightly colored little cotton-padded jacket she bought in Shanghai, along with her thick, neatly styled bangs, made the little girl look even more adorable.

As a result, passersby would take a second look, especially young women who would smile and greet the child.

Unfortunately, the child was too cool and didn't react; only the father kept gesturing and muttering to himself.

Stone, who was following behind, said at dinner that some women had already walked past, but then went back to "bump into" them again and take another look, their faces beaming with spring-like joy!

That's just how direct kids from the martial arts world are.

With only the children in his eyes, Wei Dong slowly strolled to the Bund. He felt that even though the winter sun was shining, the river wind was still strong.

Not wanting their child to catch a cold, they chatted about the old bank buildings along the Bund, trying to broaden the child's horizons, but instead walked through to the sales warehouse at the back.

Zhang Lanzhi and her father also spent money to buy this place back then.

Since Mr. and Mrs. Zhang moved to the new-style lane house, this place has become a pure sales warehouse.

People take turns staying here on duty, and during the day, various part-time salespeople bring cameras, SOD cream, tape recorders, and other similar items to the Bund to sell.

The goal here is not to sell a certain number of units, but to attract smart people from all over the country who are interested in doing business.

Wei Dong leaned against the warehouse and saw that there was also a newly issued computer here. He was doing inventory management, and a lot of people were watching.

Suddenly I remembered that in the old villa office, there were also buyers brought by salespeople from various universities, who were looking on in amazement at this novelty.

An idea immediately came to mind.

Step back onto the street and take a closer look at the shop space, which is only about 30 square meters.

It's just a corner of the old Shanghai Bund villas; there's no problem with renovating and tinkering with it.

Looking back, it was a couple hundred meters away from the Bund, in the second or third row of alleys.

Not achieving the desired effect at all, he returned to the Bund.

As he walked with his head down, he saw Xiaodie look up at him with her eyes wide open, and their eyes met!
Overjoyed, the father quickly explained, "Isn't Dad working on computers? You know, that black machine that everyone was surrounding earlier? We're going to build a beautiful glass house on the Bund to publicly display and sell this thing!"

It's the same approach that Apple stores later adopted.

In his past life, he would have scoffed at the idea, thinking, "How much can you earn from a single mobile phone? Why bother building such a luxurious and extravagant glass boutique?"

Now I understand.

Flagship stores and image stores are placed in the most prominent places as benchmarks.

The daughter withdrew her gaze and slowly returned to the silence of looking at what was in front of her.

Let Wei Dong not be discouraged; it's good if there are signs of him getting attention.

As I walked to the wide Bund road, I looked at the magnificent international buildings and gestured with my finger to the back of the road.

Stone, who had a backpack slung over his chest, understood perfectly and slipped a cheap camera into his hand.

He instructed Wei Dong to quickly snap photos of this area.

Occasionally, she would turn around and take a selfie with her face close to her daughter's.

However, Wei Dong wasn't impressed with these buildings steeped in history: "They're too high-end, Xiao Die. Look at these buildings, they're all banks and big companies. How could I possibly be asked to install windows? Without windows, these buildings wouldn't attract tourists at all. What I want is for people to come to the Bund and happen to see them, like, 'Wow, there are such high-end computers here. Are they made in China?'..."

There's also the performance of one person playing several roles while switching between different accents.

Xiaodie listened to everything.

She deliberately made Wei Dong stop, and even looked up at her father.

Could it be that his daughter was interested in doing business? Wei Dong naturally started talking animatedly, in a very physical sense, while secretly wiping the spittle off his daughter's hair.

Deep down, Wei Dong didn't think it mattered much whether this daughter was related to him by blood. It was more like an old bachelor finding a daughter and taking good care of her, providing her with a sense of spiritual sustenance.

He's not a teenager or a kid in his early twenties.

"So you see, Dad's approach is that we first identify what we want, and then we directly think of ways to achieve that. We're not ordinary people anymore..."

I walked across the Bund to the riverside viewing platform.

After taking a few more photos, he said, "Look at this row of the most beautiful buildings, it's about a kilometer long, and the observation deck is just as long. How about we build this glass house on the observation deck?"

Right now, Lujiazui across the street is still a mess, not to mention the tall TV tower.

The glass house might just become a new tourist attraction.

This made Wei Dong feel that he could talk to the people in Shanghai.

He does have some qualifications now.

(End of this chapter)