799 Happiness Is a Blessing (1/2)
”Yes,” Lin Sitao said.
”How dare they do these things in Dao!” Sun Zhengrong was beyond angry. ”Don't know who they're messing with? Are they seeking death?”
Somewhere in Jiang Nan, thousands of miles away…
”Third Uncle, what should I do?” Zheng Weijun asked.
”Those are the old master's wishes. It's hard to disobey!” Zheng Shixiong took a sip of tea.
He only had one daughter. He had settled most of the things for his nephew, who he viewed as a son, and was anxious for him. Unfortunately, there were some things he couldn't help with even if he wanted to.
”He still loves my eldest brother more,” Zheng Weijun said.
”After all, your eldest brother was brought up by him, so, naturally, they are closer,” Zheng Shixiong said. ”To be fair, your eldest brother still treats you quite well.”
”Yes, he treats me well.” The smile on Zheng Weijun's face was bitter. ”Sometimes I wish that I hadn't been born in such a family. I came into contact with the darkness of the hearts of the people too early in life, fighting for power and profits, cheating, scheming, and planning. It makes a person physically and mentally tired.”
In these fights, brothers and relatives could even turn on each other.
After a long pause, Zheng Weijun said, ”I've thought it through. I won't get involved in the business of the seven southern provinces anymore!”
”Have you thought it through?” Zheng Shixiong asked.
”Yes, I only want the businesses in Qi Province, especially Nanshan Pharmaceutical Company,” Zheng Weijun said. ”I want all their shares to belong to me.”
”That's much easier since it's less than 1 percent,” Zheng Shixiong said. ”I think the old master will agree to it. Your eldest brother will agree to it too. They might even give you control of the province's business. After all, you guys are biological brothers.”
”That's settled then,” Zheng Weijun said. ”I'll have to trouble you.”
”We don't have to be so polite with each other,” Zheng Shixiong replied.
In such a large family, everyone had their sorrows.
”I'm going away to relax for a few days,” Zheng Weijun said.
”Sounds good,” Zheng Shixiong said.
In a villa in another section of the city…
”Second Uncle, don't you think that it's too unfair to Weijun?” Zheng Weihong asked.
”Weihong, there is no fair thing in the world,” a man in his 50s replied. ”Besides, this is the old master's decision. Do you think your uncles don't have any thoughts regarding this? You are about to take over almost one-third of the Zheng family's industry. Numerous people are coveting it. What a big fat piece of meat this is. Even your father didn't get this piece of meat back then. Why should you take it over? Just because you are the grandson brought up by the old master?”
”You think it's unfair too, right?” Zheng Weihong asked.
”It's quite unfair,” the middle-aged man. ”If even I think so, what do you think others will feel?”
After he spoke, he gave a heavy sigh before continuing. ”Don't think or worry too much about it. It doesn't matter what they think. The key is what the old master thinks. They want to intervene, but they have to have the ability to do it. You are holding the company's shares in your hands now. Once you try to win over some uncles, you'll naturally be able to appease this storm. In fact, the skills will speak for themselves in the end.”
”Yes, your right,” Zheng Weihong said.
”I'm already half a century old, and your two cousins are not very successful,” the middle-aged man said. ”So, of course, I have to support you all the way.”
”They're actually quite good,” Zheng Weihong replied.
”Good? What's good?” the middle-aged man asked. ”One wants to be an artist, and another wants to be a movie star. I want to give them two hard slaps just looking at their empty appearances!”
When the man mentioned his two unyielding sons, he was angry. They had left their perfectly fine family business and didn't want to inherit it. Instead, they wanted to dabble in useless empty things. They were even obsessed with it all. They wouldn't listen no matter how he persuaded them. This had caused his hair to turn white from worry.
”At least they can do what they want to do,” Zheng Weihong said.
”They're just immature,” the middle-aged man said. ”I'd be relieved if they had half of the skills you and Weijun have.”
…
In the mountain village, the autumn wind blew. The weather was cool.
Wang Yao sat quietly under the acacia tree, savoring his tea. Su Zhixing had specially brought him the Wuyi rock tea from Jing. It was indeed good stuff.
Maybe I can plant a few of them in those stone crevices in Nanshan Hill myself, Wang Yao mused.
Knock! Knock!
Someone knocked on the door. Wang Yao called out, ”Come in, please.”
”I see Xiao Yao is here,” Wang Fengming said.
When he saw the visitors, Wang Yao got up in a hurry. ”Uncle.”
”Are you busy?” Wang Fengming asked.
”No, there are only a few people. Sit down and have some tea.” Wang Yao poured him a cup of tea.
”Oh, thank you,” Wang Fengming said.