My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 729 Okay, I'll watch the show.

Actually, many people at the scene were glancing at Wei Dong.

Whether it's the provincial authorities who are well aware of the situation, or the various Hong Kong businessmen and tycoons.

Especially when Cheng Lang got up and sat down next to Rang Weidong, many people no longer concealed their focus on him.

Who is Cheng Lang? It is said that in the 1950s, he met Li Bancheng by chance, who was still struggling to make a fortune of tens of millions. Cheng Lang said that he would become the richest man in Hong Kong, and for the past thirty years, he has been able to overcome all obstacles smoothly.

Almost every wealthy person present had sought his guidance, and many had indeed benefited greatly from it.

He's a very aloof person, usually ignoring everyone and acting like a superior being.

So when everyone saw Cheng Lang appear on the dining car, they assumed that Li Bancheng had brought him to check the feng shui of the project worth tens or hundreds of billions of yuan, and no one dared to disturb him.

I never expected she came to see Rang Weidong, and even sat down next to him. Now she's all smiles and emotions?!

His gaze quickly shifted to Li Bancheng, only to find that Li Bancheng was looking at the conversation with an even more serious expression.

He was right next to the table, a few seats away.

Actually, everyone at this table had their ears perked up.

Even if you don't understand the Sichuan dialect question Cheng Lang asked at the end, you can still sense the change in his emotions.

This famous Hong Kong feng shui master never used this attitude when giving advice to others.

Wei Dong was puzzled: "What? Are you helping God punish me? Can't I just stand here and do nothing?"

Yes, the idea that "my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens" is indeed somewhat rebellious in traditional Chinese culture; otherwise, the movie wouldn't have been such a sensation.

But in this life, Wei Dong truly realized that even if you have extraordinary talent, you will still have nothing if you don't work hard.

So when he discussed protecting Lai Yuet-ngor with Leung Ka-fai and the others, he was most afraid that the children would lose their fighting spirit.

According to Chow Yun-fat and Faye Wong, they are confident in their acting talent. If you have talent, you don't need to suffer too much to practice. The hardship is in your mindset, how to fight against your inner demons.

When it comes to acting, he can easily outshine everyone else.

The key is to place yourself in a certain position in your heart. Is it accepting that acting doesn't make money, can't fulfill your aspirations, or is simply not something you like to do, but you're incredibly good at it and can only make a living from it?

This is the greatest torment.

For the lucky ones who have talent and discover it, the real question is: what do I want to do?

It's like Wei Dong has now gained a third eye.

What would allow him to remain unknown is simply to heal his father's injuries and illnesses, earn some money to enjoy his old age, or even earn some money to travel the world?

He could no longer contain his excitement.

With so many generals and tens of thousands of soldiers under his command, he needed food and supplies to follow him.

Having fought so many battles and engaged in face-to-face discussions and struggles with so many big shots, why did he retire at the age of twenty-three?
"What a joke," he said, his tone laced with sarcasm and mockery.

Cheng Lang toned down his tone: "Those who know themselves do not blame others, those who understand their fate do not blame heaven, those who blame others are poor, and those who blame heaven have no ambition..."

Although Wei Dong was a high school graduate, he didn't have much of a reading habit. In the 1970s and 80s, rural kids didn't have many extracurricular reading materials, and the classical Chinese texts in their textbooks were all memorized by rote.

Hearing these tongue-twisting words gave me a headache, so I waved my hand to stop them: "Hey, hey, hey, no need to drop your bag. All I heard was 'those who complain about fate have no ambition.' I've never complained about anyone, but no one can guide me. These flowery words are just someone's feelings at a certain time, and they don't represent me. Everyone is different!"

I almost sang it out loud by the end.

The people at the table were practically jumping out of their skin.

Business people, especially those in Hong Kong, all revere the God of Wealth and the heavens. They have to ponder for a long time before they can get a few comments from these masters, and they are often brushed off with excuses like "heavenly secrets cannot be revealed".

Wei Dong, however, was too lazy to even listen.
Cheng Lang wasn't surprised: "Do you know about the future?"

Wei Dong smiled to himself, thinking to himself, "I don't know how to do business, but I do know the future." He retorted, "You know?"

Cheng Lang immediately said, "I know you know."

Wei Dong laughed heartily, exclaiming, "The Chinese language is so profound! You don't know, but I do!"

so fun.

The emphasis was further amplified by the word "not".

Cheng Lang wasn't confused: "What do you know?"

Wei Dong smiled and said, "I know that the best days for hundreds of millions of ordinary people in thousands of years have begun. There are still people who bleed and sweat, and some who cheat and shirk their responsibilities, but there has never been a situation where so many ordinary people are well-fed, well-clothed, and pursuing a better life. It is unprecedented."

The restaurant had quietly fallen silent without anyone noticing.

Hearing this young man confidently utter such a seemingly ordinary yet weighty statement was truly remarkable.

The officials in the province exchanged glances and nodded with great satisfaction. If they could understand Mandarin, they could basically understand the Sichuan dialect, especially in recent years.

The Hong Kong businessmen who could understand Mandarin were whispering among themselves.

Cheng Lang sat upright across from Rang Weidong, hands on his thighs, looking very serious: "Do you think this is a golden age?" Rang Weidong, however, leaned back lazily in his chair: "Whether it's a golden age or not isn't important. What's important is to keep working hard. There are poor people everywhere, so we just ignore them? Giving them some money is considered saving the world? What a joke! It's about teaching them to work hard and change their destiny. If a billion people all have food to eat and education to receive, does the empty title of a golden age matter? I only know that it will be terrifyingly powerful. What the strong say is law..."

He then noticed the quietness of the restaurant, and, not particularly alarmed, sat down properly: "I really welcome everyone to invest in the mainland. The mainland, with its opening up and reforms, will become more and more confident and magnanimous. Whether you come to make money or to serve your country, as long as you don't commit crimes or do anything immoral, we will support your investment. Of course, the risks are definitely proportional to the returns. If you miss this period, things will become more stable and regulated, and the profits may not be as high. You should weigh the pros and cons yourself."

How could an official investment promotion meeting say something like that?

Even though those standard official jargon hadn't yet taken hold, most people in the province wore Zhongshan suits, with only two or three mid-level cadres occasionally wearing Western suits.

I knew the current atmosphere and situation.

Both sides felt that Wei Dong's words were watertight, containing encouragement, advice, and warnings, and both felt that they resonated with them.

Qin Yuye wouldn't insist on listening to any profound secrets while her husband was chatting with the great feng shui master; what mattered most was letting them have a deep conversation.

At this moment, he raised his glass loudly and said, "Congratulations to everyone for your bright future investing in the mainland, and may the country prosper and the people live in peace!"

What wonderful words! Everyone smiled and raised their glasses. Some people in the province even quietly asked who this Hong Kong businesswoman was, saying she was so young and sensible.

Of course, someone pointed it out to Wei Dong's wife, who immediately thought it was quite nice; the young couple were both very proper.

Wei Dong also raised his glass.

Cheng Lang didn't move, maintaining the same posture with his hands on his thighs until everyone became lively again, and the provincial officials shook hands with each person to express their gratitude and prepare to leave and discuss the specific arrangements.

He then said, "Hearing you say that, I really do want to go back and take a look."

Everyone around them hurriedly said, "Let's go see, let's go see, let's go see together."

Wei Dong smiled and recommended, "Sure, actually I suggest you go to the top of the Three Gorges. I just built a cable car that makes it easy to reach the top. There's a Taoist priest there who's been practicing. He's been helping me for two years now. You two should get along well. The beautiful scenery is definitely worth seeing. It's just that my focus this year is on Hong Kong and Shenzhen, so I can't accompany you all. But you can still go and see it. It's very safe and relaxing."

As he spoke, he enthusiastically dipped his chopsticks in the soup and traced the shape of the Kuimen Pass on the snow-white napkin, highlighting the pointed peak of the mountain.

It's just a few very simple lines, and there's no drawing skill involved.

Yet it possesses a certain ruggedness!
The design of that door panel is so classic that even a casual drawing of it would be extraordinary.

Cheng Lang stared blankly at the napkin.

Someone nearby couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Lang said in a low voice, "I've been away from Sichuan for almost forty years. I saw this place along the Yangtze River when I was about your age. I was thinking back then what the scenery would be like if I could go there and see it. I never expected..."

Looking up at Rang Weidong, he asked, "Is this how you want everyone to go and see it?"

Wei Dong nodded in satisfaction: "That's about right. Why? Because it's very poor. Eight million people are scattered in the deep mountains. They're so poor that they have to share a single pair of tattered pants in public. I'm doing this to attract more tourists, which will gradually improve their livelihoods. It's a spectacular sight. If you want to erect a monument, build a tower, or create a viewing platform for your visit, you're welcome. It will provide work for the local laborers. Thank you."

He raised his glass to everyone as he spoke, then prepared to get up and head to the university basketball court.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Lang spoke softly at this moment: "I want to follow you and see this unprecedented day."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, startling everyone at the table!

Since Li Bancheng rose to prominence, there have been more and more legends about Cheng Lang.

He's been exaggerating his abilities in Hong Kong, but Cheng Lang remains independent and continues to run his feng shui stall. What used to be a roadside stall has now been transformed into a mansion that wealthy people are vying to build.

It has become a shrine visited by Hong Kong tycoons and celebrities, and they rarely make public appearances.

Their appearance today is definitely out of respect for Li Bancheng.

I never imagined that he might have come to see Rang Weidong on purpose, and I never expected that he would choose to go with Rang Weidong!
Li Bancheng was even more surprised and astonished.

But he controlled his expression well.

Wei Dong didn't care: "Sure, but this year I'll mainly be in Hong Kong and Shenzhen, and only occasionally come back to Sichuan. Right now, I just need to play my part well in this situation."

Cheng Lang, with his aged yet somewhat sprightly expression, laughed and said, "Alright, I'll watch the show."

Everyone at the table was probably wondering what kind of show it was.

The others were all watching, intentionally or unintentionally, to see what else was being discussed.

Then, when Rang Weidong shook hands with everyone in the province to say goodbye, Cheng Lang went over and said a few words to Li Bancheng, then turned around empty-handed and followed Rang Weidong into his car!

They were extremely surprised and started asking each other what was going on.

Is that what you mean?

The people at the same table just now nodded silently. Yes, that's right...

Qin Yuye only managed to keep a low profile and act as calmly as possible after receiving gossip and good news from other wealthy men.

She wanted to kick her husband as she got into the car, but she didn't dare to mess with the top-notch feng shui master sitting in the passenger seat!

How did you manage to win them over?
That's too bizarre.

(End of this chapter)