Nominal: Who isn't a son-in-law?

After chatting for a while longer, Li Dakang and Sima Shenhe said goodbye and left.

In the hazy night, Chu Shijun stood alone in the courtyard, exhaling white smoke from his mouth.

Having been in Xinjiang for the past few days, I've basically explored everything.

Some, like Li Jiageng, took the initiative to come and give in-depth reports, while others, like Ding Long, explained the pros and cons to him.

But simply understanding is not enough.

Given his status, he could easily say he wanted to do something without facing any obstacles.

But if we try to make it completely successful, it will likely fall short in the end.

This is not the situation he wanted to see.

How can we solve this?

It's very simple, just as he told Li Dakang.

To make a car drive smoothly and at high speed, first check and clean any faulty parts. While this may not completely achieve the goal, it will at least provide some initial relief.

However, this point...

Chu Shijun smiled faintly. In his opinion, this was something he didn't need to worry about; someone else would speak up for him.

Next, simply follow the steps and make your moves calmly.

After finishing his cigarette, Chu Shijun tightened his clothes, turned around, and went into the room.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Tianhe, a secluded area.

Located in the suburbs, this place is surrounded by few tall buildings, but the streets outside are extremely wide.

Looking outwards along one of the roads that leads directly into the city, you can see a cluster of low hills.

Nestled amidst a cluster of hills lies a residential area, featuring both modern lofts and traditional courtyard houses.

On the map, the road leads to a dead end after the hill, which is a restricted area.

At this moment, in a courtyard in the center, an elderly man with white hair was reclining in a chair, dressed in a Tang suit, with his eyes slightly closed, and his hand was fiddled with a string of jujube-red beads the size of walnuts.

Incense was burning in a small bronze incense burner next to it.

The radio on the table was playing traditional opera; if you listened carefully, you could tell it was "The Peach Blossom Fan: Lament for Jiangnan".

I watched him build a magnificent mansion, I watched him host lavish banquets, and I watched his mansion crumble.

A few minutes later, the faint sound of car tires rubbing against the wall could be heard. Not long after, Gu Wangbei hurriedly walked into the yard and came to the old man's side.

"dad?"

Gu Wangbei called out softly a couple of times, and seeing that the old man didn't respond, he leaned over, stopped playing the music, and continued calling, "Dad, Dad..."

"What are you yelling about? I'm not dead!"

The old man opened his eyes and said irritably, his voice was very strong, which was somewhat inconsistent with his aged face. However, if you listened carefully, you could tell that his voice was actually a little weak and he was forcing himself to stay in the line.

This person is Gu Wangbei's father, Gu Yucai.

"Dad, I've been busy with company matters these past few days and just got back. How did it go?"

Gu Wangbei quickly pulled over a stool, sat down, and kept asking questions.

"What happened?"

Gu Yucai closed his eyes slightly and said softly.

"It's that Chu Shijun..."

Gu Wangbei was interrupted sharply before he could finish speaking.

"You bastard!"

Gu Yucai's sharp, eagle-like gaze fixed on him.

"Who do you think you are? Who gave you permission to address me by my first name? Who gave you the audacity? Even I wouldn't do that!"

"I'm telling you, this is a one-time exception! If you dare to be disrespectful again, I won't let you off!"

Gu Wangbei trembled, fear showing on his face, and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

When he first faced Xia Qiusheng, he made the slightest mistake and was subsequently beaten by his father and older brother. Not only did it hurt, but he also lost all face. He didn't want to go through that again.

"Why are you asking these questions when you should be focusing on running your lousy company?"

Seeing that he was honest, Gu Yucai did not press the matter further.

"I'm worried."

Gu Wangbei quickly replied, "He's in Handong... and now he's here. Didn't you say he has other ideas? Although I'm in business, I'm doing this for our family's sake. Let's see if there's anything I can do to help."

"Will you help?"

"If we really end up relying on a good-for-nothing like you for help, then we're all doomed."

Gu Yucai disregarded his pride and said coldly,

"Just behave yourself and don't cause me any more trouble!"

Gu Wangbei was getting a little embarrassed and said stiffly, "You underestimate me, don't you? My company is quite large, and I know a lot of people. I've helped them achieve a lot."

"Dad, didn't you say you were going to meet him? How did the conversation go?"

Gu Yucai remained silent for a moment after hearing this, then slowly sat up and pointed to the cigarettes on the table.

Gu Wangbei immediately took one, lit it, and stared at it longingly.

After taking a deep breath, Gu Yucai shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it yet."

"What? You haven't seen it yet?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Wangbei frowned and said incredulously, "We can see Xia Qiusheng whenever we want, but Chu Shijun can..."

*Slap*

Before he could finish speaking, he received a heavy slap across the face, leaving a handprint.

"If there's a next time, I'll break your legs."

Gu Yucai waved his hand and said coldly, "I can't fight him, so I'll have your brother do it. If sticks don't work, we'll use guns. It doesn't cost much to support a disabled person."

Gu Wangbei knelt down with a thud, covered his face and said, "Dad, I won't do it again. I was just too worried and agitated. There will definitely be no next time."

He was so afraid because he knew the other party was really capable of doing it.

My two legs are really nothing.

Not only his father, but his uncles and aunts are also ruthless. He has a cousin who is now in a wheelchair and has become a mascot who just wants to live a life of leisure.

"snort"

Gu Yucai snorted coldly before saying, "Xia Qiusheng can see me whenever he wants, because he knows why he got up. But Chu Shijun? Why should he be allowed to see you just because you made an appointment? Even if you drag this out for a year or two, you'll have countless excuses!"

After saying that, he returned to the main topic.

"It's already arranged, tomorrow night."

"I'm stepping in this time to probe their intentions. If they're just a nobody trying to cross the river, that's fine. But I'm afraid they're just trying to stir up trouble and cause a flood."

"Dad, even though you all say that, what if it's not true? I haven't seen him do much in Handong, just change chairs. What if he comes here and does the same thing?"

Gu Wangbei's small voice channel.

"madness!"

Gu Yucai scolded,

"What do you know? All you think about is that kind of thing. You're blinded by money. It seems I was right not to let you go down this path!"

Gu Wangbei curled his lip and said, "If we don't make money, our whole family will starve!"

The rosewood chair you're sitting on and the sandalwood bracelet in your hand were both made by me.

"If he really did something in Handong that even an idiot like you could understand, then he wouldn't be called the King of Chu."

At this point, Gu Yucai sighed inwardly.

From many perspectives, Zhao Lichun is an example, but it's not a big deal.

The important thing is the change in the chair that Chu Shijun sat in.

In addition, a series of plans and actions aligned with the overall strategy have truly broadened and smoothed the path ahead.

A high-level perspective can see that this is one aspect, but more importantly, there are truly substantial results, and the other party has achieved all of that.

These people can naturally see things that ordinary people cannot.

Throughout last year, Handong undertook a series of major initiatives, all with long-term planning. As these initiatives were implemented, they were able to drive development and promote progress in the western region.

He dared to say that if Chu Shijun hadn't taken the first step, these things would have been brought up and promoted only a few years later.

The other party's actions were made several years earlier, so that... they could avoid many detours.

If he doesn't move the chair, who will?

That's why they went to great lengths to send him to Modu to undergo his tribulation, but he still ended up here anyway.