Siheyuan (courtyard house): My name is Shazhu!

"Little K was still dragged into the 'Whitewater Incident.' This leader still didn't want to be a puppet and be dealt with. How many Roosevelts were there?"

Little Ke couldn't hold on any longer; he couldn't grasp the direction Little Eagle was heading, so he'd better stay put and avoid becoming a scapegoat.

"Little Ke can't hold on. It's because of the problems here and in the Middle East, plus the reconstruction of the movie city. They will have to spend 1.8 trillion in total."

Half of that would be enough; their conglomerates are still far too greedy.

"What belongs to the state belongs to the state, and what belongs to oneself belongs to oneself. These conglomerates have a correct understanding of this, and we are actually the same, just with different methods."

If the rabbit were a baby eagle, do you think we'd end up like those conglomerates?

"Perhaps it will be the same; the dragon slayer will become the dragon, and we too will live out the very thing we hate most."

"It's not that we don't want to, it's an inevitable outcome. We have to do what needs to be done at whatever stage we've reached. Before we get to that point, let's do something normal."

"Saddam wants to buy drones; this guy has good taste!"

"Selling him drones is fine, but they're not very useful without a large command system. Make it clear to him that he can't afford a large command system."

We and the Malaysians each own only one property, which we won't sell, and we can't lend it out temporarily because we're too far apart.

"Sadamu's war instincts are pretty good too; he figured out in just over a month that the little eagle was going to deal with him next."

"Let him fight hard. We will support them with civilian goods and military supplies. Even if he is defeated, he will not die, and he will not be defeated."

"Hopefully he'll know what's good for him."

When He Yuzhu had some free time, he first went to the Little Eagle Kingdom. Thirteen days later, he passed through their territory and 'saw' that they were intensifying their preparations for war.

Driven by profit, the factory is operating at full capacity, ramping up production of various weapons and equipment.

These conglomerates are stingy, or rather, they look down on Saddam Hussein. They didn't distribute heavy weapons to their underlings, but instead produced them themselves.

There weren't enough bombers, fighters, or even firecrackers. There were still some older bombers and fighters available, and the number was not small, so it was barely acceptable.

Even if the production of 'double-bang' rockets continues until the end of the year, the total inventory will be less than 8,000, which is 5,000 fewer than that of Shadama.

The little eagles didn't dare use all their resources on Saddam Hussein; they only transported a maximum of six thousand, less than half of Saddam's total.

Tanks, artillery, and other weapons were also at a disadvantage. Without high-tech means to suppress them, the Little Eagles were completely outmatched.

With my help, the little eagle is bound to lose!

He Yuzhu stayed in Niu Niu's capital for half a month before returning to Gangcheng. He received a message from Zhao Youcai that "Fan Sanshao," who had come to Gangcheng with him years ago, had passed away.

It's a bit early for him to die at only 82. No one can really say when a person will die except for themselves.

Fan Sanshao is a year younger than his cheap father He Daqing. One has passed away, while the other is still alive and kicking and will live for several more years without any problem.

He Yuzhu and Fan Sanshao only met once every year or two after arriving in Hong Kong. They usually met at the hotel owned by Fan Sanshao, and their relationship remained distant.

To outsiders, they are just fellow villagers, but He Yuzhu and Fan Sanshao have a deep bond of friendship, having come to Hong Kong together to make their way in the world, a bond they are unaware of.

He Yuzhu personally led all his family members to the memorial hall of Fan Sanshao to offer incense and pay their respects, and then stayed there for an hour before leaving.

Only then did everyone who arrived realize that the two had a close relationship during their lifetime, and this was the second time that He Yuzhu had brought all his family members in Hong Kong to pay respects to someone.

The person who paid respects last time was Sir Zhou, the elder brother of his wife. Sir Zhou was not only highly respected, but also a relative of Sir He.

Fan Sanshao had no descendants. In order to become a master of Sichuan cuisine, he never married and never asked He Yuzhu to take care of anyone.

He Yuzhu didn't tell his juniors to come to him if they needed anything. He said he could help them with big things, but they should handle small things themselves.

"Zhu Zi, Third Young Master is gone. Father also said he'll be going back to his hometown in a few days; he wants to return to his roots!"

"Let him go back. Send someone to keep an eye on him. We can't stop him from wanting to return to his roots. It's only natural for people to miss their hometown when they get old."

I'll have to wait a few more years. I'm not that old yet, and I'm in good health. It will be another twenty years before I can return to my hometown.

"I'll stay with you. My parents are no longer here in our hometown, so it doesn't matter whether I go back early or late!"

"It's time to go back together!"

"Last month I returned to my hometown, and people from Yanjing came to thank me. The 'every village connected by roads and electricity' project that you asked me to do 15 years ago has been completed."

They came specifically to thank me; this charity event has made many people in Yanjing grateful to you.

Before we left, even our village didn't have a decent road, and electricity was only available through the village committee. Now, every household has electricity.

"After all, Beijing is the hometown of the world's richest man; it can't be too bad. Investing more in its development is our duty. Beijing is very well developed now."

"Our hometown really needs to be improved; otherwise, it won't look good. Now is the perfect time to open a jewelry store. If they don't like it, so be it; they're not short of money!"

"Alright, your jewelry store's net income is too low. It's 400 million US dollars a year, but when you distribute it to them, it's only 80 million on average!"

Currently, the lowest deposit amount is in Mingli, which has 12 billion US dollars, with an annual interest rate of 3.75%, resulting in 450 million in interest per year.

They don't care!

"Why is Mingli's money so much less? Did he spend it all on eating, drinking, and having fun?"

"What are you thinking? Mingli may be lazy, but he's not bad at all. Your son still has less than 400 tons of gold and at least 10 billion worth of American stocks."

This kid actually has the most money among all the children in the family, isn't that Mingli?

"Daddy, my private account is my personal privacy, you can't just look at it."

"Dongda Bank is mine."

"Hahaha!"

"Daddy, this is a matter of business reputation."

"Dongda Bank is synonymous with commercial reputation!"

You're right!

He Yuzhu never checked the bank accounts of his eight children. Except for Mingyue, none of the other seven children had even withdrawn a single penny of interest.

He Mingyue withdrew 100 million US dollars four years ago, which was a few months before her children were born. What could she possibly have thought of?

The one with the most family matters is He Mingli. This guy not only bought gold on He Yuzhu's advice, but also invested heavily in Little Eagle High-Tech stock.

These combined already amount to 26 billion US dollars. If sold before the 'tech stock bubble' bursts, adding another 40 to 50 billion US dollars wouldn't be too much.

Let him play by himself. With 9 billion US dollars as a safety net, whether he makes a profit or a loss is not important.

He Yuzhu had long realized that his third son was the smartest child in the family, capable and ambitious, with his only redeeming quality being laziness.

He Mingli is truly lazy. It's impossible for him to handle these investments alone. He'd rather sleep an extra hour than make money.

His excuse for being lazy is that he has plenty of money. All these investments are handled by the investment department of Dongda Bank with just one phone call from him, so it won't disturb his sleep.

Then the investment department relayed the message to me!

I'll live long enough, so I don't need to take He Mingli's little antics to heart. With me around, no kid will dare to cause trouble.

"Mr. Ho, the candidates for the first Chief Executive are basically clear. The election will take place in mid-November, with the final selection in December. They are Tung Chee-hwa, Yang Tieliang, and Wu Guangzheng!"

"Nothing has changed. They will still come to me, and people from my hometown will come to ask me questions. My intention is that the candidate remains the same: Tung will serve as Chief Executive."

Let's give him a hand and see if his agenda can be realized!

"We will definitely help him achieve his goal. Once they are settled here, we will start to crack down on the Quantum Fund."

We are not the government; our interference is merely a corporate action and will not affect the 'free port' status. Hong Kong dollars can also be lent out through more than a dozen banks, including East China Bank.

Interbank lending rates won't be too high; we'll just withdraw funds directly from the stock market. Shorting stock index futures is just a pipe dream!

"Everything is ready."

Don't worry.