Who would still start a business seriously after being reborn?

Chapter 654 A Toast to the Future
After signing the contract and completing all the formalities, Huang Wenrong immediately took his team back to Jingzhou City on a private jet.

The plane pierced through the clouds and began its slow descent. Through the porthole, Jingzhou City gradually came into view.

Huang Wenrong sat by the window, but he wasn't really in the mood to appreciate the scenery.

He gently closed the copy of the contract he had read countless times, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the gold-embossed cover.

Finally, the mission was accomplished without fail.

Although he already knew the final outcome, his team members were truly fighting and working hard for a common goal.

As the flight attendant's sweet landing announcement rang out, Huang Wenrong took a deep breath, suppressing his complex emotions slightly.

He straightened his suit jacket, which was slightly wrinkled from the long flight, and tightened his tie again.

Because he could already see the densely packed vehicles at the airport in the distance through the porthole.

The scale of this welcoming ceremony will definitely exceed his imagination.

Sure enough, when he stepped off the plane's gangway, the sight before him made him pause for a moment.

Along both sides of the passageway stood rows of slightly aged figures, dressed in the uniform of Huaxia Software Group. They held no bouquets or noisy slogans, but simply stood there quietly.

When Huang Wenrong and his group appeared, all eyes were instantly drawn to them, their intense gazes carrying an almost reverent solemnity.

Soon, thunderous applause erupted.

Looking at those excited, elderly faces, Huang Wenrong felt a tightness in his throat.

He tried to maintain a calm expression on his face and quickened his pace.

At the end of the passage, he immediately spotted Liu Guiwu standing at the very front.

The usually composed general manager of Huaxia Software Group appeared somewhat out of sorts at this moment.

Instead of waiting reservedly as usual, he involuntarily took several steps forward, almost reaching the edge of the restricted area of ​​the passage.

He wore a dark blue Zhongshan suit today, which made him look very upright, and his hair was neatly combed, with every strand perfectly aligned.

At this moment, Huang Wenrong also noticed his hands. His hands, hanging at his sides, were unconsciously curling and relaxing his fingers repeatedly, revealing his state of mind.

When the distance between the two was reduced to within arm's reach, Liu Guiwu suddenly stretched out his hands and tightly grasped Huang Wenrong's right hand.

The grip was so strong that Huang Wenrong even felt pain.

"President Huang." Liu Guiwu's voice was a little hoarse, as if something was blocking his throat. He paused for a moment before finally uttering the last three words: "Thank you for your hard work."

All the words can be condensed into these three simple words.

His gaze was fixed on Huang Wenrong's face, his eyes filled with indescribable excitement, and even faintly glistening with tears.

"Mr. Liu." Huang Wenrong handed the black briefcase to Liu Guiwu and said with a smile, "I have accomplished my mission. Here is the contract. Please take a look."

Liu Guiwu took the black briefcase with trembling hands, his eyes instantly becoming complicated.

He suddenly realized that the briefcase contained not just a contract, but his youth, his entire life.

He recalled the high spirits he felt when he graduated from university, the youthful arrogance he shared with Yu Sen and others, and their desire to change China's IT predicament. He remembered the scene when COSIX was first launched, and the countless students in the gifted youth program who plunged headlong into this path of no return, from belief to doubt to despair to giving up, and then going their separate ways.

At that moment, countless images flashed through Liu Guiwu's mind like a slideshow.

He stood there, trying hard not to let the tears fall, but tears never obey their master's commands.

Tears the size of soybeans slid down Liu Guiwu's cheeks.

Huang Wenrong understood Liu Guiwu's feelings at that moment, so he didn't say anything, but instead turned his gaze to what was behind Liu Guiwu.

Upon seeing this, his heart was touched once again.

The welcoming area outside the passageway, which should have been spacious, was now packed with people.

Not only were the senior executives he was familiar with from Huaxia Software Group present, but almost all the main leaders of the Handong Provincial Government Affairs Association were also there.

President Jiang Zhixue, Vice President Zhang Qiming in charge of industry and information technology, and heads of the Provincial Business Industry Association and the Provincial Industry and Information Technology Industry Association...

They naturally formed a loose semicircle and stood there quietly.

No one spoke, and there was no expected frenzy of media attention with their cameras and microphones. But this silent, almost solemn welcoming ceremony carried a weight and solemnity far exceeding any grand, noisy ceremony.

Jiang Zhixue was wearing a light gray jacket today. He was slender and had a refined demeanor. His hair was now covered with white frost from his years as president.

Seeing Huang Wenrong looking over, he smiled gently and calmly, took the initiative to step forward, and extended his hand.

"Mr. Huang, welcome home." Jiang Zhixue shook hands with Huang Wenrong first, his eyes full of admiration.

The words "Welcome home" sounded especially powerful to Huang Wenrong at this moment and in this setting.

It signifies belonging, and also means that Momo Group will have to shoulder greater social responsibility from now on.

Huang Wenrong and Jiang Zhixue exchanged a few words of thanks. Just as they walked out of the airport accompanied by Jiang Zhixue, a very faint sob, mixed with the applause that had not yet completely stopped, reached his ears.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the line of employees from Huaxia Software Group standing on one side of the passage.

Those were long-time employees of Huaxia Software Group, each older than Liu Guiwu. They habitually maintained an upright posture, just like their favorite song, "Little White Poplar."

Upon closer inspection, the eyes of these long-time employees were already red.

Huang Wenrong felt as if something had suddenly struck his heart, and a wave of sorrow welled up inside him.

This group of older generation programmers understands better than anyone what it means to have a truly national operating system that is independently controllable from the bottom-level code to the upper-level applications.

That was the deepest hope in their hearts during countless late nights when they were racking their brains over a compatibility issue or a system vulnerability.

It was a feeling of triumph, of breaking free from constraints and no longer being controlled by others.

Having long endured the humiliation and hardship of technological challenges, they could deeply feel this resonance.

They've almost forgotten how many of their independently developed software programs have failed due to so-called compatibility issues.

This silent emotion is more penetrating than any loud slogan.

Just then, a Hongqi sedan stopped on the roadside not far away.

The car door opened, and an elderly man in a dark jacket, exuding an air of authority, walked slowly out, accompanied by several staff members.

His steps were not fast, but exceptionally steady.

The scene instantly became even quieter, and even the faint sobs disappeared.

Upon seeing the old man, Jiang Zhixue hurriedly went to greet him, warmly shaking hands and saying, "President Han, we should have been the ones to pick you up." "I'm sorry, something came up and I'm a little late," the old man replied apologetically.

Most of the people present were from the IT industry, so they naturally recognized the old man.

This is Han Zhenyu, president of the China Information Industry Association.

Han Zhenyu walked straight up to Huang Wenrong and stopped.

He didn't speak immediately, but instead carefully looked Huang Wenrong up and down.

This moment of silence felt like an eternity.

"It wasn't easy." Han Zhenyu finally spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, typical of an elderly person.

Just as Huang Wenrong was about to report to Han Zhenyu, Han Zhenyu turned slightly to the side, took a thermos that looked a bit old from his secretary, unscrewed the lid, and handed it to Huang Wenrong, saying, "You just got off the plane, have some hot water first to soothe your throat and calm down."

His tone was calm and natural, like that of an elder in the family addressing a child returning from a long journey.

Seeing Huang Wenrong's astonished expression, Han Zhenyu said in a deep and expectant tone, "The road ahead is long, a little while won't make a difference."

Huang Wenrong was slightly taken aback, then immediately took the still-warm cup with both hands and took a small sip.

Only then did Han Zhenyu take a dark blue velvet-covered brocade box from his secretary.

He opened the box, inside which lay a gleaming gold medal and a bright red certificate of honor.

He carefully picked up the medal engraved with the words "National Advanced Individual in the Industrial and Information Technology System" with his hands, which were marked by the passage of time.

Then, he stepped forward and personally pinned the heavy medal on Huang Wenrong's left chest.

There was no rousing music, no deafening cheers.

Only the dense clicking of camera shutters around us solemnly recorded this moment that is worthy of being recorded in history.

Countless flashes lit up the camera, capturing the gleaming medal on Huang Wenrong's chest and the tearful gazes around him.

The grand welcoming ceremony was finally drawing to a close.

Accompanied by the leaders of the Handong Provincial Government Affairs Association, Huang Wenrong traveled by car to the Handong Provincial Government Affairs Association's reception hotel.

Half an hour later, the convoy slowly drove into the gate of the Handong Provincial Government Affairs Association Reception Hotel.

Through the car window, Huang Wenrong saw that a red carpet had already been laid out in front of the hotel's main building, with neat rows of staff standing on both sides.

Standing at the end of the red carpet, whispering something to several staff members, was Cheng Yi.

He was wearing a well-fitting dark suit without a tie, making him appear much more mature and composed than his actual age.

As soon as the convoy came to a stop, he greeted them with a smile.

The doors of the first few cars opened, and Jiang Zhixue, Liu Guiwu, and others got out one by one.

Cheng Yi immediately stepped forward, first shaking hands with Jiang Zhixue and Han Zhenyu in turn, and said with a smile, "Chairman Han, Chairman Jiang, thank you for your hard work."

"Cheng Yi, you're the one who's worked the hardest," Jiang Zhixue said, shaking Cheng Yi's hand and laughing heartily.

Then, Cheng Yi shook hands with Liu Guiwu. Their eyes met, and everything was understood without words.

Finally, his gaze fell on Huang Wenrong, who had just gotten off the bus.

"Well done." Cheng Yi stepped forward and, without any further pleasantries, patted his arm.

Under Cheng Yi's personal guidance, the group walked through a red-carpeted corridor and headed towards the largest banquet hall, the Kyushu Hall.

As soon as the hall doors opened, the many guests who had been waiting immediately stood up and applauded.

Inside the banquet hall, almost all the relevant leaders from the province and city, core team members of Huaxia Software Group, all senior executives of Momo Group in Jingzhou, and representatives of important partners in the industry chain were present.

Cheng Yi first invited the main guests, including Jiang Zhixue, Han Zhenyu, Liu Guiwu, and Huang Wenrong, to sit at the head table.

He did not take the main seat, but humbly gave the main position to leaders such as Jiang Zhixue, while he himself sat in a position near the aisle for easy greeting.

Before the banquet officially began, Jiang Zhixue, on behalf of Handong Province, delivered a brief but enthusiastic speech, highly praising the contributions of Jingzhou Momo Group and Huaxia Software Group.

When it was Cheng Yi's turn to speak, he did not go on stage, but simply stood in front of the banquet hall with a wine glass in his hand.

Once all eyes were on him, he said in a calm voice, "Distinguished leaders and colleagues, today is a good day. General Manager Huang has lived up to expectations and returned home with the repurchase contract."

Huang Wenrong quickly stood up and bowed repeatedly to those around him.

Cheng Yi raised his wine glass and smiled, "To make a long story short, first, I want to thank all the members of the negotiation team; they fought a brilliant battle in Europe."

"Secondly, I would like to thank everyone present. The successful return of this system is not the achievement of any one person, but the result of everyone's joint efforts."

Cheng Yi's words immediately gave everyone present a sense of honor and participation.

He paused again, his gaze sweeping across the room, his tone becoming much firmer as he said, "From today onwards, our child has finally been adopted back. From now on, we will decide our own path. So, this last glass of wine is a toast to the future!"

"To the future!" The entire audience responded in unison, the clinking of glasses producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

The atmosphere became even more lively after the banquet officially began.

People at each table began toasting each other, and laughter and blessings filled the air.

After the celebration banquet, Huang Ganping and others, who had drunk too much, insisted on dragging Liu Guiwu to sing karaoke. These people didn't treat Liu Guiwu as an official at all, or even as a human being.

Liu Guiwu could not refuse and had no choice but to comply with the wishes of Huang Ganping and others.

Just before they were about to get on the bus, he forcibly pulled Cheng Yi, who had seen them off, onto the bus as well.

These old men, who were locked in a love-hate relationship, randomly found a karaoke bar nearby and started howling and screaming at will.

The rise of the Moc-OS system and the successful reclaiming of ownership are of extraordinary significance to Liu Guiwu and others.

Even Kong Feng, a giant in the national gaming industry, jumped on the table and sang Andy Lau's "The Days We Walked Together" at the top of his lungs.

Liu Guiwu sat on the sofa, watching Cheng Yi personally pour them drinks with great enthusiasm, and felt a mix of emotions.

At that moment, he remembered what Cheng Yi had said when they first met.

"I want to open an internet cafe with a million computers. Mr. Liu might think I'm daydreaming, but this is my dream. Just as your dream is to promote domestically developed operating systems and manufacture domestically produced chips, my dream is to have internet cafes all over the country. Wherever the post office can go, my internet cafe can go."

You love your own child, but if you don't pave the way for your own, how can you expect others to do so?

(End of this chapter)