Era: Starting from divorce from female college student

December 1990, Sam at Glen Miller’s home in Los Angeles.

Zanlov opened his mouth with a smile and said:
"Yes, Glenn, you heard me right. What we need is your talent in computational software."

"If you join our team and complete the tasks, you can earn at least $100,000 in bonuses within six months, and possibly even more."

Glen Miller looked utterly shocked upon hearing this.

"Are you trying to rob a bank? That's bullshit, that's illegal!"

"No, no, no, you've misunderstood. How could we possibly do anything illegal or criminal?"

Zahnlov shook his head and smiled slightly:
"You'll find out exactly what we're going to do later. For now, all you need to do is nod and agree."

"What if I don't agree?"

"Heh, dear Glenn, please don't make things difficult for us."

Everyone is equal before the truth.

Don't underestimate Glenn Miller; he's just an ordinary software engineer, not particularly outstanding in North America, barely qualifying as a minor genius.

Even a true genius like Glen Miller couldn't defy him.

The reason why this happened is simple: Sam is also short of personnel.

With the release of footage of the military parade marking the founding of the Longyun Kingdom, many global investors are gripped by fear.

Putting everything else aside, just the topic of robots alone is enough to make Wall Street capital salivate.

Many countries have inquired about the price of the robot.

Long Yunguo gave a price per unit: one elementary robot costs 1.5 billion US dollars.

terrible!
Even if the cost is seven hundred million dollars, the profit would be eight hundred million dollars.

However, most capitalists believe that the cost is certainly not that high.

But no matter what, let's try to develop it first and see if it's possible to succeed.

Sam's side has several capital plans to join forces and then purchase a robot from Long Yunguo.

After repeated inquiries, it turned out that they weren't selling any units; the minimum order was fifteen units.

This immediately put an end to the investment, making it seem like they might as well develop their own technology.

As a result, not a single one of Longyun Kingdom's robots has been sold to this day.

There is a large amount of capital invested in robot research and development in North America, which has led to a very high demand for related talent.

All the geniuses have been snatched up.

In their scramble for talent, they've already resorted to the most blatant tactics, disregarding all other considerations.

Based on the robot formation that Long Yunguo displayed at the military parade, there were at least a hundred people involved.

If we assume a unit price of $1.5 billion per robot, then hundreds of robots would cost at least $150 billion.

It's incredibly valuable!
Despite the exorbitant price, no one knows what kind of magic this robot possesses.

In short, with such financial strength, they would definitely fund the research and development themselves.

Moscow, Kremlin.

"We must establish a robotics lab immediately; our country cannot fall behind."

Gorbachev said sternly.

He visited Longyun Kingdom and became even more convinced that Moscow could definitely become great again.

"Boss, we're out of money."

A subordinate's words left Gorbachev speechless.

Moscow today is indeed very poor.

They were dirt poor.

As a result of reforms in various aspects, the money flowed into the pockets of the Moscow nobles.

Because at that time in Moscow, Gorbachev was simply unable to control the situation.

The Moscow nobles, without Brezhnev's restraint, became even more rampant.

Millions of Moscow nobles, in order to enjoy an even more affluent lifestyle, have been making great strides on the road to frantically accumulating wealth.

Even Gorbachev was helpless due to a lack of funds.

It’s hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice!
"A loan? Can't we get a loan?"

Gorbachev said coldly:

"I don't care how you raise the funds, I need to see our robot army appear before us in the near future."

"Economic reforms have been going on for so long, why haven't there been any results? What have you all been doing?"

An angry Gorbachev had no choice but to leave the Kremlin and personally go down to inspect the area.

But what clues could he possibly discern?

They were prepared long ago; what could he possibly see?

The embellished peace and prosperity naturally prevented him from seeing the true suffering of ordinary people.

Besides, at this point in time, Gorbachev has a lot to deal with.

For example, many things are happening in the Bonn region right now.

And on the Berlin side, the wall that stood in front of everyone was practically useless.

As exchanges between the two sides become more frequent, this wall will only be torn down in the future.

In addition, Gorbachev's reforms have caused enormous damage in many places.

In many small towns surrounding Moscow, many people are starving and living in dire poverty.

At this time, Gorbachev actually wanted to develop robots and launch rockets into space, and all the money was flowing into these areas. How could this be allowed?

Everyone is suffering terribly, what can be done?
Beijiang City, Limidong Villa.

"Ha, so you finally decided to come back?"

Looking at Zhao Zhirui kneeling before him, Zhao Mancang remained expressionless and spoke coldly.

In the living room, Liu Baochan sat next to him, along with several other children, including Zhao Jinxi, Zhao Sihui, and Zhao Leyong.

Liu Baochan felt both heartache and helplessness towards Zhao Zhirui.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I was just confused for a moment," Zhao Zhirui said, crying and full of regret.

He had been hiding in the land of Sichuan for so long, living like a savage.

He was already exhausted, and recently he had noticed that he was experiencing many discomforts, especially blood in his stool.

If I remember correctly, this is most likely rectal cancer.

He heard his parents tell him about it when he was a child, and he also read some of it when he was in school.

After all, his father was a top-notch doctor. Although he hadn't seen many patients for years, he certainly hadn't lost his skills.

Zhao Zhirui didn't want to die, so now that he had kicked his addiction, he came back to ask his father for help.

If he bows his head and admits his mistake, then his father will most likely stop pursuing the matter.

"Ha, were you just confused for a moment?"

Zhao Mancang still sneered:
"I don't believe you would say that. Many people who have used drugs say the same thing every time."

"Why are you back now? I heard you were doing well in the deep mountains and forests, so why don't you stay there?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhirui cried even louder.

Liu Baochan and the others couldn't bear it, especially the two sisters, Zhao Sihui and Zhao Linlin, who looked at their father with pleading eyes and whispered their pleas.

"Dad, why don't we just let it go? Second Brother must have realized his mistake." Zhao Zhirui and Zhao Zhicheng are twins, the latter being the elder brother and Zhao Zhirui the younger brother.

"Hehe, look at your second brother now, how is he any different from a few years ago? Didn't you all think he was fine back then? And what happened later?"

At this moment, Zhao Mancang still had no intention of letting the child off so easily.

Every adult must be responsible for their own actions.

To be honest, Zhao Mancang did have many children, but Zhao Zhirui was the only one who was a real spendthrift.

Of all those children, not one has achieved success to date.

Among Lin Wansheng's children, only Xiao Shitou Zhao Jinshi is considered decent, but he became a billionaire by copying others' homework.

It cannot be entirely attributed to his own abilities.

Therefore, Zhao Mancang did not believe that the child had already achieved success.

After all, conquering a country is easy, but maintaining it is extremely difficult.

There's an old saying: wealth doesn't last three generations.

This isn't just a casual remark.

Zhao Mancang believed he had put a lot of effort into his children's education, but few of them had achieved success.

Simply put, it's because they were spoiled too much when they were young.

Children who are overly pampered by their parents are unlikely to endure hardship when they grow up, making it difficult for them to succeed.

Zhao Huijun is doing quite well in the entertainment industry and can be considered somewhat successful, but is that really the case?
Zhao Mancang didn't want to talk about the other children anymore.

It is hoped that in the future, these children will live peacefully and healthily into old age.

Zhao Mancang, on the other hand, turned his attention to the third generation, hoping that some talented individuals would emerge from them.

"Dad, are you really going to abandon me? I'm dying, I have cancer."

Just then, Zhao Zhirui suddenly spoke, shouting at the top of his lungs.

Upon hearing this, Liu Baochan's expression changed drastically, and tears suddenly streamed down her face.

She looked at Zhao Mancang expectantly, then couldn't help but reach out and grab his arm, saying:

"Mancang, please save the child!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jinxi and the other children were equally incredulous, their expressions quickly turning to panic, after all, cancer is no joke.

Zhao Mancang shook his head again and snorted coldly:
"Hmph, you're ignorant and incompetent! How did you even know you had cancer? You're just scaring yourself!"

"Get back to your room right now, I don't want to see you."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhirui's pupils dilated in shock, and he stared at his father with an incredulous expression.

Is this a case of refusing to help someone who is dying?

At this moment, Zhao Zhirui was completely disheartened.

He returned to his room like a walking corpse.

The room was still spotless, just like before, so much so that he didn't even notice it himself.

After being away for many years, it is still so clean and tidy when I come back.

After Zhao Zhirui returned to his room, Liu Baochan became even more anxious.

"Mancang, that's your own flesh and blood! Are you just going to stand by and watch him die?"

"Liu Baochan, please wake up."

Zhao Mancang immediately shouted:
"When did I say I wouldn't help someone in distress? Did you not hear what I just said, or did you automatically filter it out?"

"I already told you he's just scaring himself. He doesn't have cancer at all, okay? What are you talking about? You believe everything you hear. Is your house already in such a mess that you have to make things worse?"

"There's an old saying that a doting mother spoils her son, and you bear half the responsibility for how your second son turned out this way!"

what?
Is the second child just scaring himself?

Liu Baochan's expression changed drastically, her heart filled with joy.

She could tell from Zhao Mancang's expression that he wasn't lying.

But how did Zhao Mancang know that the second son could tell without examining him or taking his pulse?

Zhao Jinxi, Zhao Sihui, Zhao Linlin and the other children breathed a sigh of relief.

That's good, I don't have cancer.

Then, they were just as puzzled as their mother. How could their father be so certain that their second brother did not have cancer just by looking at him, without even taking his pulse or asking him any questions?

This is just as powerful as Sun Wukong's Fiery Eyes of Truth.

"Alright, you guys go do what you need to do. Let the second son go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow and we'll know the results."

After a pause, Zhao Mancang continued:

"If he continues to use drugs, well, I'll just pretend I never had this son."

Zhao Zhirui, who was in the room, soon learned about this from his sisters.

The next moment, he couldn't wait to go to the hospital for a check-up.

Because he couldn't wait even a moment longer.

"Second brother, don't you trust Dad at all? If you go to the hospital now, Dad will be utterly disappointed."

Upon hearing his sister's reminder, Zhao Zhirui immediately stopped in his tracks.

"Okay, then I'll skip going to the hospital for now."

However, at that moment, Zhao Jinxi suddenly burst out laughing.

"Second brother, you're so silly. Even if we don't need to go to the hospital, we can still get checked beforehand. Don't worry, I've already called my private doctor, he should be here in half an hour."

Private doctor?

This is not surprising, even though none of Zhao Jinxi and his children have achieved anything.

However, by copying homework, these kids made a lot of money before and after the 1987 stock market crash.

For example, Zhao Jinxi's current net worth exceeds five billion US dollars.

Furthermore, with the acceleration of economic globalization and the rapid depreciation of the US dollar, her assets will continue to grow.

After all, she had invested most of the money she made from the stock market crash into buying up US stocks, oil, and gold at rock-bottom prices.

In any case, according to her father, international crude oil prices will definitely rise in the next few years.

Furthermore, with the continued depreciation of the US dollar and the rise in crude oil prices, the price of gold will certainly rise accordingly.

After all, when the dollar depreciates, gold prices rise.

"You actually have a private doctor?"

Zhao Zhirui's expression revealed disbelief.

However, his sister laughed and said:

"What's the big deal? Not only do I have a private doctor, but my younger siblings do too."

"Did your father hire them for you?"

"Of course not, Dad is too busy to concern himself with such trivial matters."

"Then where did you get so much money?"

"It's just hiring a few private doctors, does it really cost that much money? Anyway, my older siblings and I each bought a hospital."

Zhao Zhirui's mind went completely blank. (End of Chapter)