I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

"Hmph, what nonsense are you talking about! I think you just want to squander the money. I'll keep this money here for now, and I'll pay for your children's school fees when you have them in the future..." Chen Yifeng glared at his third brother.

Zhang Xuan was not present today; she was never welcomed by the Chen family. These days, even holidays are a rare occasion for the family to reunite, and this is largely due to her.

During this period, Chen Yifeng was tormented and hesitated for a long time before secretly going to do a paternity test, but the results have not yet come out.

Just as the three brothers were arguing over the savings their father had left behind, the door to the hospital room was pushed open.

"Why are you here?" Chen Yifeng asked, looking at his son who had walked in, with a surprised expression. He hadn't informed Chen Xi today.

"Why can't I come?" Chen Xi asked, his face grim.

"You were nowhere to be seen while your grandfather was hospitalized, but you suddenly showed up today. How filial of you!" Chen Yifeng said sarcastically.

"Heh, do you know how many times I've visited him in private? I even bought Grandpa's diapers myself when he ran out. What have you, this filial son, done?" Chen Xi retorted sarcastically.

He wasn't lying; he did visit Chen Kaiwen several times during his hospitalization. However, each visit only brought the old man's complaints about his three sons, and he didn't treat Chen Xi well either. This was understandable, though; people suffering from illness are bound to be in a bad mood.

Although Chen Yifeng was paying for the nursing home, he visited very few times and often forgot to renew the fees, leaving Chen Kaiwen without even enough diapers.

"The situation is special today, I don't want to argue with you. Let's hear what the old man has to say first." Chen Yifeng waved his hand, his face flushed.

Whether it was a final burst of energy before death or not, Chen Kaiwen, lying on his sickbed, suddenly opened his eyes wide and struggled to raise his hand, pointing at everyone: "Everyone out... I have something to say to my eldest grandson alone."

"Old man, please tell us what you have to say!" the three brothers said in unison.

"Get out!" Chen Kaiwen shouted, his eyes wide.

The group had no choice but to leave the room dejectedly.

When only the grandfather and grandson remained in the ward, Chen Kaiwen looked at his grandson and said intermittently, "I'm not going to make it... The Chen family will depend on you from now on. You have to lead the Chen family... forward."

Chen Xi had heard these words before in his previous life, but during an earlier visit. Not wanting to deceive his grandfather, he chose to speak the truth: "Grandpa, do you think this family can still be saved? Keeping these people around won't allow the Chen family to continue. Just look at my dad; the company used to be doing well, but now? Although the problem lies with him, the Chen family has also caused a lot of trouble..."

“…Sigh…” After a long while, Chen Kaiwen sighed heavily.

He also bore responsibility for the factory's problems, as he had arranged for most of his relatives to work there. Although subsequent problems proved this to be a mistake, Chen Kaiwen, out of consideration for his reputation, always shifted the blame elsewhere.

He understood perfectly well what Chen Xi was saying.

As the elder in the family, he naturally hoped that all members of the Chen family could live a good life, but all his worries eventually turned into a sigh.

Seeing his grandfather like this, Chen Xi felt a pang of sadness. To be honest, in his previous life, the timing of his words was appropriate, but bringing them up again on his grandfather's deathbed seemed cruel. He had wondered if he should use a white lie to let the old man pass away peacefully.

But when he attended Chen Zhou's wedding in his previous life and witnessed this fractured, infighting family, he felt that speaking frankly back then might have been the right choice. Chen Kaiwen should know exactly what kind of people the Chen family are.

Outside the door, the Chen family members, who had been waiting for a long time, gradually became anxious. Chen Mingli, the most impatient of them all, was the first to speak up: "Does the old man have something good hidden away that he wants to give to Chen Xi alone?"

"What could I possibly get? The house is all yours, and I didn't get a single penny. Sure enough, the eldest son inherits everything, and I, the youngest, get nothing..." Chen Jingrui muttered to himself.

"What kind of wealth could he possibly have? He just loves dancing; if he had any money, he would have spent it all on other women long ago," Huang Jingfang said dismissively. She hadn't wanted to come today in the first place; in her previous life, she had even used a heart attack as an excuse to refuse to attend Chen Kaiwen's funeral.

Chen Xi remembered his father telling him that marriages in those days were mostly arranged. Chen Kaiwen was a rather particular person when he was young. Later, he became a factory director, but his first wife was plain-looking and came from an ordinary family. In addition, Huang Jingfang had a bad temper and often quarreled with him, so Chen Kaiwen had to go out dancing every night to clear his mind.

Sometimes Chen Xi thinks that his father, who grew up in a broken family, should have cherished family harmony more, but instead he repeated the mistakes of his parents.

"What's there to argue about? Just for that little bit of money? If you're really capable, you should earn it yourself!" Chen Yifeng glanced disdainfully at his elder brother and third brother.

These words instantly ignited Chen Mingli's anger: "You gigolo, how dare you talk to me like that?"

"Then who have you been eating to survive until now?" Chen Yifeng sneered.

"you……"

"Creak!" The door opened, and Chen Xi stepped out. The Chen family swarmed into the ward, followed by screams for a doctor...

Chen Xi looked at Chen Zhou, who was leaning against the wall playing on his phone, and patted him on the shoulder: "Why don't you go in?"

"What would I do inside? It doesn't matter whether I'm here or not." Chen Zhou continued playing on his phone with his head down. He was the least noticeable member of the family. His relatives looked down on him, thinking he was incompetent, had a bad temper, and had no redeeming qualities except for his height. They even called him a big, dumb oaf behind his back. His grandparents didn't like him either, so he naturally had no affection for the two elders.

"Work hard and be down-to-earth in Huade. Wait for me to take over..." Chen Xi said in a low voice.

"Hmm?" Chen Zhou's eyes lit up. He had originally planned to resign, but his cousin's words seemed to indicate a turning point.

In his previous life, Chen Zhou grew up quite well. Although he didn't become extremely wealthy, he became a small business owner and became more mature in his dealings with people, managing his employees with great skill. Chen Xi planned to give this younger brother some experience and, if the time was right, hand him over to manage a company.

After having a long talk with his grandfather in the hospital room, he felt that perhaps only Chen Zhou in the entire Chen family could be cultivated, and the others... were simply hopeless.

A few days later, at Chen Kaiwen's memorial service.

Similar to their previous life, the Chen family members did not show much grief on their faces. But Chen Xi knew that Chen Mingli and Chen Yifeng were not at peace inside.

The eldest son actually respected his father very much, after all, his father had treated him well. Chen Yifeng was different; he had been at odds with his father since childhood, and after becoming wealthy, he always wanted to prove himself and surpass his father. But he knew in his heart that among the three sons, his father would always favor the eldest brother the most, and no matter how well he did, it would be of no use.

Today, almost all of Chen's relatives were present, and most of them looked unwell. These people were all arranged to work at the factory by Chen Kaiwen, and when they made mistakes at work and were scolded by Chen Yifeng, the old man always protected them. Now that their protective umbrella is gone, they all feel like they have lost their support.

Since Chen Kaiwen's older brother, Chen Kaiwu, passed away two years ago, Chen Yifeng suggested burying Chen Kaiwen next to his brother, but this was met with opposition. "I heard Chen Yifeng is going to fire my son? If A-Wu knew about this, he'd jump out of his grave in anger!"

"Exactly! They're trying to kick us out, and they still have the nerve to mention burying us together? Is this how they treat their relatives? I don't agree!"

Several relatives of Chen Kaiwu openly discussed the matter, their voices neither too loud nor too soft, clearly intended for Chen Yifeng to hear.

Chen Yifeng ignored him, his face dark. Now that Chen Kaiwen was dead, he was determined to implement reforms and eliminate all relatives; otherwise, Huade would face certain death.

"You've done the paternity test? When are you planning to get a divorce? Are you worried about losing the case? After all, it's not legal to do a test privately. But it's okay, if the results prove the child isn't yours, you can apply to the judge for a special procedure..." Chen Xi walked to her father's side and whispered.

"Hmph, you don't need to worry about it," Chen Yifeng glanced at his son and replied indifferently.

"Grandpa told me before he passed away to lead the Chen family forward, but I feel I simply can't do it. I don't want to repeat your mistakes. If it weren't for these relatives, your career might not have had so many setbacks," Chen Xi sighed.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yifeng did not refute this time. Chen Xi glanced at his father in surprise, not expecting him to acquiesce.

After a moment's hesitation, Chen Xi continued, "You want to make your whole family rich, but my thoughts are completely the opposite. I think the Chen family only needs me. I don't value family concepts..."

"I just don't understand, isn't it better for brothers and sisters to work together?" After a long silence, Chen Yifeng finally uttered a sentence.

"There's a reason why ancient emperors often eliminated their brothers and sisters after ascending the throne..." Chen Xi replied.

After that, the two fell silent.

At this moment, across the ocean, Musk's remarks on social media have ignited a global frenzy:

"Have we fallen into the absurd trap of identity politics? Consider this: people of Indian descent are classified as Asian, but anthropologically they are mostly Caucasian. So should they be considered white or people of color? Isn't this very classification a continuation of racism?"
I was born in South Africa and am now a U.S. citizen. According to some people's logic, am I an African American or a white entrepreneur? Do I need to take a DNA test before signing an investment agreement?

The FIRRMA Act, ostensibly for national security, restricts foreign investment, yet subjects tech companies founded by Indian-American CEOs to even stricter scrutiny. Asian American data disaggregation policies, while ostensibly pursuing fairness, are actually creating racial conflict. When business decisions are hijacked by racial classifications, we are destroying the very foundations that make America strong. Talent, not lineage, should be prioritized.

The idea of ​​returning control of American companies to white people completely contradicts the founding spirit of the United States. Silicon Valley's greatest innovations mostly come from the children of immigrants: I'm from South Africa, Pichai is from India, and many others are from Taiwan. Are we all supposed to do genetic tracing to prove who is more American?

It's time to stop this self-destructive identity game. On Mars, nobody cares which continent you're from.

These remarks sparked polarized reactions:
"Finally someone has spoken the truth! As people of Indian descent, we are always being manipulated by taxonomy."

"Musk is once again meddling in areas he doesn't understand. Is it wrong to protect American technological assets?"

"He cleverly revealed the systemic contradiction that when an Indian-American engineer led an American team against another country, he was regarded as a foreign power that needed to be regulated."

"This is the most incisive critique of identity politics this year, hitting both the left and the right where it hurts."

Inside the Black House, the blond, overweight man was furiously yelling at the computer screen: "Outrageous! Musk, that traitor!"

He felt that Musk was ungrateful, as he had previously supported Tesla's new energy vehicle subsidies, but now this guy was openly contradicting him for the benefit of shareholders, completely disregarding the big picture, and was a complete traitor.

In the office, a man in a leather jacket was rubbing his hands obsequiously: "Leader, our great nation has always fully supported the country's development. We now control the majority of the global graphics card market. After acquiring AMD, we can completely achieve a technological blockade!"

"Is that so? As far as I know, your graphics cards have been in the hands of a certain major country for a long time. They can even copy them. How can you talk about technological blockade?" The fat man suppressed his anger and squinted at the other party.

"Those are all low-end products; they can't copy high-end graphics cards. Leader, you wouldn't doubt my loyalty, would you? You see, my name translates to..." the man nervously protested.

"Don't forget, though I'm a leader, I was once a businessman. I know your tricks all too well. Remember, I can make a company survive if I want it to, and if it doesn't obey, I can destroy it at any time," the fat man said bluntly, pointing at the other man.

"understand."

"What do you understand? Do you think I don't know how much foreign capital is on the list of major shareholders of Yingwei? How much say will you have in the company then? And you're still talking about technology blockade?"

"I've already instructed them to start reducing their holdings."

"After the reduction of holdings, who will take over? You?" The fat man looked at him with a half-smile.

"This……"

"How about I find you a new investor?"

"Uh……"

Huang Feihong cursed inwardly: This fat man's true colors have finally been revealed.

The excuses about preventing foreign control are just that—pretexts. Their real intention is simply to take the opportunity to acquire a stake in my company.

"You don't need to be too nervous. After Yingwei introduces new funds, it will naturally receive special attention from the relevant departments. I have always been optimistic about your company and believe that technology can change the future." The fat man pressed the call bell on the table and had two bottles of cola brought in.

He took a swig of cola, pointed at the computer screen, and said, "I hate betrayal the most. Don't you dare follow some people's example. Just wait and see, I'm going to teach this traitor a lesson."

"How could that be! Wherever the leader points, I will definitely fight!" Huang Feihong forced a smile.

"How much money do you make making and selling graphics cards? If you ask me, it's much faster to speculate on stocks. Just watch and see how I drive up the stock price of Hero Technology..." The fat man chuckled.

Huang Feihong smiled obsequiously, but inwardly he was cursing: "You were just saying technology changes the future, and now you're saying stock trading is the fastest way to make money? What a damn hypocrite!"

(No updates for the past few days, just got back. The money I earned isn't as much as what I lost, and in a few days it'll all be gone. I'm feeling pretty down. These past few days I've been thinking, if I hadn't come back to start this business, and had just stayed in Australia living a comfortable life, maybe I'd be doing quite well now. I used to think I was pretty capable, but now I see I'm just a failure. But it's my own choice, and there's no use regretting it now. I've been asking around my old classmates these past few days, and they're all in debt because the banks have pulled out their loans—some are in debt for billions, some for tens of millions. We all came back full of confidence, but now we're all in bad shape… This chapter is a bit about family matters, so I guess you guys won't really like it. I'll speed things up later…) (End of Chapter)