The unparalleled talent of the country started from Harbin Institute of Technology

Christmas has arrived as scheduled. Inside an auditorium on the Harbin Institute of Technology campus, the place is beautifully decorated because a Christmas dance party is about to be held.

Harbin Institute of Technology (HIT), a top university in Harbin, should not have had any international students, as it is a national defense university.

But the reality is that there are indeed international students, and there are quite a few international student groups.

Putting aside other things, just take the Department of Mathematics at Harbin Institute of Technology, for example, there are quite a few foreign professors.

Of course, international students and foreign professors are two different things.

On Christmas Eve, four Black international students brought four young women from outside the university to the Harbin Institute of Technology campus for a dance.

According to school regulations, off-campus personnel must register at the gatehouse at the school gate and present relevant identification documents as proof of entry.

However, the security staff's request was rudely rejected by the Black students.

They claimed this was a violation of their personal freedom and that they insisted on forcibly bringing young women from outside the school onto the campus.

Without a doubt, the security department would not let them succeed.

However, the security department doesn't readily reveal the truth; otherwise, there would be no need to waste so much time arguing with them.

But this has caused a lot of trouble.

Christmas has just passed, and a number of things have been reported among international students.

McMallan, Bocherz, and Goers were all injured as a result. Liu Deben and his team took the matter very seriously and personally dealt with the relevant personnel.

On the island in the lake, inside the study villa, Wang Duoyu only learned about this on the evening of the 28th.

"So all three of my students suffered unexpected misfortunes and were injured and hospitalized because of this?"

After Lü Gongliang finished speaking, Wang Duoyu was not too surprised, and his expression was somewhat calm.

International students have a long history of causing trouble.

Harbin Institute of Technology (HIT) enjoys a prestigious international reputation, and over time, it has become one of the world's leading mathematics centers, even showing a trend of replacing Moscow and Princeton as the world's number one mathematics institution.

Everyone knows that mathematics is the foundation of all disciplines, so whether they come from Europe and America, Japan, or other wealthy and powerful families from Australia, Africa, South America and other regions, they all want to send their children to study at Harbin Institute of Technology.

However, as is well known, people from different social classes lead different lives.

Those Black international students, without exception, belonged to the privileged families of their home countries' "Black Banner Royal Family".

Not only is he habitually arrogant and domineering, but he is also extremely immoral in his private life.

Of course, this standard was almost universally applicable to the elite classes around the world during this period.

Therefore, after being rejected by the security department, those black students who had drunk two drops of horse urine lost all sense of right and wrong, thinking that they were the most important people in the world and that they would make anyone who displeased them unhappy.

That's how the conflict broke out.

Yes, Bocherz was the most seriously injured; he broke one of his legs.

When Lü Gongliang said this, his tone was solemn and his expression was very serious.

Upon hearing this, Wang Duoyu nodded slightly.
"Okay, I understand. Lao Liu, Lao Lü, just handle it according to our school rules. If you're unsure about anything, you can directly ask the higher-ups; they'll know better."

"This matter involves many aspects, and we need to be careful when handling it, so it's inconvenient for me to get involved, and I really don't have the time."

"As for my three good-for-nothing students, I will call them."

"I still have work to do, so I won't see you off."

Liu Deben and Lü Gongliang were both stunned. Was that all?

But Wang Duoyu didn't want to deal with these troublesome things.

This had nothing to do with him in the first place. If Bocherz and the others got into trouble, they deserved it.

Even if Bocherz has proven the Moonlight Conjecture of the Demon Swarm, so what?

You deserved to be beaten up at a dance!
They're all adults, and everyone has to be responsible for their own actions. They're not children anymore, so Wang Duoyu couldn't be bothered to care.

He already doesn't have enough time, so even if he's daydreaming, he won't waste his time dealing with these things.

As for the few Black international students who caused trouble, they should be dealt with seriously.

This is Harbin Institute of Technology, not some other place.

When Wang Duoyu returned to the dining room of the villa next door for dinner, Liu Xiaoli asked curiously, "What brings the Party Secretary and the Principal here? Is it related to the fight among the international students?"
Wang Duoyu was quite surprised that Liu Xiaoli already knew about this.

"You know about this?"

"Ah, you're probably the only one who doesn't know this now, right?"

At this moment, Wang Junhong also chimed in with a comment:
"Dad, I know. I heard they fought, and it was a really bad fight."

As expected, good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast.

Wang Duoyu was oblivious to everything else, focusing solely on solving math problems, so he was completely unaware of what was happening outside.

"Those people are just idle rich kids with nothing better to do. They come here to 'gild their resumes,' and they're so arrogant. They deserve to suffer."

Wang Duoyu commented once, then continued:

"Eldest brother, second brother, when you grow up, you can't be so ignorant and incompetent. You must be polite to others and become courteous people."

The children nodded emphatically. Their values ​​were still being formed, but they already knew that fighting was wrong and they would definitely not fight casually.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, let's talk about something happier."

As he spoke, Wang Duoyu looked at his rosy-cheeked daughter and teased the little one.

On August 26th of this year, after Wang Duoyu and his group returned to Harbin, they held a simple first birthday party for Wang Yifei.

Because he used to handle many affairs too frequently in previous years, Wang Duoyu now tries to keep things simple, or even avoids them altogether if possible.

Actually, if it weren't for the little guy's first birthday party, Wang Duoyu probably wouldn't have returned to Bingcheng and would have stayed at Ali's camp instead.

After all, it's perfectly fine for Liu Xiaoli to take the children back to Harbin first, while he can stay at the Ali camp and continue his work.

After her first birthday party, Wang Yifei changed every day, growing up to be as beautiful as her mother was when she was young.

The chubby little baby is especially popular with adults, and everyone is eager to hold him.

However, Wang Yifei is shy around strangers and won't let unfamiliar adults hold her.

Her three older brothers, Wang Junhong, Wang Junan, and Wang Junkang, also liked to hold her, but when the youngest brother, Wang Junkang, held her, he always made her cry.

Since the child is only two years old, it's more like supporting her than carrying her; it's just for show.

"You want Daddy to hold you, right? Daddy's eating. Okay, okay, don't cry, Daddy will hold you now." Wang Duoyu only teased the little one for a while before she reached out for her father to hold her.

And she pouts at the slightest provocation, as if she's about to cry.

This child is so hard to please.

Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, scolding, "Even your daughter knows you don't hold her enough. Don't you even reflect on your own behavior?"

"Is it too little?"

Wang Duoyu would like to offer his explanation in response.

He picked up his daughter and said:
"I stay home every day, I haven't gone out, right? Every morning, noon, and evening, I hold her for at least half an hour, right? I even hold her for walks in the evening and occasionally lull her to sleep."

"Is this considered a small amount?"

"Fine, fine, I won't argue with you."

The couple would often bicker over these little things.

"By the way, Duoyu, New Year's Day is in a couple of days. Are we going back to our hometown?"

"We won't go back yet. We'll go back a week earlier during the Spring Festival."

"How about we have dinner at my parents' house on New Year's Day?"

"No problem, as long as you like it."

Wang Duoyu thought it was something serious.

It's just going to her parents' house for a meal, it's not a big deal.

In earlier years, the Liu family still harbored resentment because Wang Duoyu and Liu Xiaoli did not obtain a marriage certificate, and because it was his third marriage.

But now, it's no longer a big deal.

Time reveals many things; after all, time tells a lot about people's true character.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoli immediately smiled with relief.

Before he knew it, New Year's Day arrived as scheduled. Wang Duoyu finally stepped out of the island in the middle of the lake, which could be considered as ending his seclusion.

The Liu family had prepared a sumptuous meal, and the whole family gathered together to eat and chat.

After dinner, Liu Xiaoli stayed at Lao Liu's house with the children, while Wang Duoyu went home first.

He didn't return to the island in the middle of the lake, but instead went to Want Want Group.

Yesterday, his eighth brother-in-law, Xue Lisheng, came over and said that there was something going on at Want Want Group that needed his help.

"You mean some of Old Wang's relatives have dirty tricks?"

Inside the office, after Xue Lisheng finished speaking, Wang Duoyu frowned and asked.

Is this a big deal?

Do we need him to make the decision?

"Yes, Ninth Brother, it wasn't just simple petty theft; they took advantage of their positions to steal over 20 million RMB in valuables and funds."

Xue Lisheng said solemnly:

"We invested 3.8 billion RMB in the Glacier Expressway project, right? They just partnered with upstream material suppliers to provide lower-quality materials and profited from the price difference."

Before investing in this project, Wang Duoyu had already done a budget, estimating that the cost of building the highway would be between four and eight million yuan per kilometer.

Based on the 473-kilometer route, the total cost would be between 1.89 billion and 3.78 billion RMB.

However, in actual investment, the cost of six to seven million RMB per kilometer is simply unsustainable.

In particular, for two-way three-lane asphalt roads, even if the asphalt is supplied free of charge, the cost of the project naturally increases significantly due to the time, manpower, and resources required for the construction of trees and fences on both sides.

The Glacier Expressway project is over 470 kilometers long, with a total investment exceeding 3.8 billion RMB, which naturally attracted many people to have ulterior motives.

Even though Wang Duoyu repeatedly warned and even sent a qualified accounting team, it couldn't stop people from rushing headlong into the pursuit of money.

These people will not compromise easily; they are driven by greed, not by fear.

"Don't tell me these things. The group has its own rules and regulations, and there are laws to judge them, so just handle it fairly."

Wang Duoyu waved his hand and smiled as he spoke to Xue Lisheng.

The latter shook his head: "Ninth Brother, I'm afraid they'll ask Big Brother to come out and uphold justice, and then ask Big Brother to persuade you."

The trouble was caused by relatives from the wife's side of his eldest brother's family, which is the family of Wang Xiangqian's father-in-law.

To be precise, they are Wang Xiangqian's wife's two younger brothers.

Whether or not Wang Xiangqian gave the order is still unknown.

If they bring Wang Shoucheng out, then given his status in the Wang family, Wang Duoyu should at least give him some face.

"Don't worry about all that, just follow the rules. They haven't even invited the big brother yet. Even if they do, well, who knows whose side the big brother will be on?"

Wang Duoyu didn't care about any of this, because he believed that his older brother, Wang Shoucheng, would definitely make the right choice.

Old Wang has many relatives, and his eldest brother is certainly able to distinguish which are more important than which.

Even if Wang Xiangqian was really involved, if Wang Duoyu were to handle the matter impartially, I'm afraid his older brother wouldn't say anything.

Moreover, he is Wang Xiangqian's brother-in-law.
The older people get, the more shrewd they become.

"If there's nothing else, don't bring this up with me anymore. Just follow the rules and handle it accordingly."

"Making an example of someone is no longer very useful. These people have been blinded by greed, and reasoning with them is useless. From now on, you can handle similar matters directly. I don't want to get involved."

What a waste of time!
However, Wang Duoyu did not say this to the other party.

He came to the group headquarters today, so he took the opportunity to take a look around.

1988 has passed, and 1989 has arrived.

A new era is dawning upon him.

Perhaps Xue Lisheng and his group haven't realized it yet, but Wang Duoyu has already gotten a glimpse of the bigger picture through these reports from Want Want Group.

More than a year has passed since the 1987 stock market crash.

The economies of Europe and the United States do not seem to have fully recovered, but Japan has completely lost all trace of the stock market crash.

On the contrary, their Nikkei index has risen to over 30,000.

It rises a little bit every day, but there is absolutely no downward trend.

The Plaza Accord and the Louvre Accord, as well as the earlier agreements that proactively restricted exports, seem to have had absolutely no impact on Japan.

Japanese automobiles, electronics, steel, and other products continue to sell well worldwide, and the Japanese economy remains exceptionally prosperous.

Last year, in 1988, Japan's GDP was $3.13 trillion, while the United States' was $5.24 trillion.

Two years ago, Japan's GDP was only 2.58 trillion US dollars, but in just one year it increased by 550 billion US dollars.

However, the US GDP in 1987 was $4.86 trillion, an increase of only $380 billion.

It's easy to see from this that Japan's economic growth rate is indeed quite alarming.

In any case, among the current global economies, Japan ranks second only to the United States and is undoubtedly the world's second largest economy.

Germany, ranked third, has a GDP of only 1.41 trillion, France, ranked fourth, has 1.01 trillion, and the UK has over 910 billion.

In other words, the combined GDP of Germany, France, and the UK barely exceeds Japan's by two hundred billion US dollars.

Japan's economy is amazing, that's beyond doubt.

But Wang Duoyu never expected that companies like Yuma Apparel, Walsin Technology, and Pandora would also experience explosive sales growth in the Japanese market.

It's definitely incomparable to 1987, because there was a stock market crash in 1987.

However, compared to the same period in 1986, the sales of companies like Yuma Clothing were also quite explosive.

By observing only a small part of the picture, Wang Duoyu could tell that a great era had arrived.

Unfortunately, such a great era is a difficulty we must inevitably encounter in the process of rising up, rather than a time when we look around with our swords drawn and feel lost, realizing that the great powers are none other than ourselves.

After leaving the Want Want Group, Wang Duoyu felt somewhat heavy-hearted.

Want Want Group's revenue last year was excellent, and they made a lot of money.

But the thought of having to endure all sorts of grievances six months from now made him feel uneasy.

There is no such thing as friendship between countries, only interests.

Ugh!
That evening, Liu Xiaoli and the others returned. Seeing that Wang Duoyu wasn't in a good mood, she cautiously asked:
"Are you upset because we came back too late?"

Meeting her gaze, Wang Duoyu slowly shook his head:

"It's none of your business, let's eat."

"How can my children and I eat like this?"

Wang Duoyu was immediately helpless and explained:
"It really has nothing to do with you guys. I was thinking about other things. Never mind, I can't explain it to you. Boss, you wash the dishes after dinner so your mom can rest."

Wang Junhong, who was caught in the crossfire, protested helplessly:
"Dad, I'm only eight years old!"

"You're already eight years old, you just had your birthday, have you forgotten? And you're almost as tall as your mother now, do you still think you're a little kid?"

Protests ineffective, now wash the dishes.

The topic was casually shifted, and Liu Xiaoli didn't bring up the matter again.

However, when she was sleeping at night, she gently and quietly asked Wang Duoyu a question while holding him in her arms.

“We’re husband and wife. You can talk to me about what happened. Although I may not be able to help you, I’m definitely the best listener.”

"I can't tell you the specifics, it needs to be kept confidential, but you just need to know that this has nothing to do with you, and it's not about how long you stay at your parents' house."

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoli finally felt relieved.

She immediately felt a strong urge to discuss doing fill-in-the-blank questions with him.

With the lady taking such initiative, Wang Duoyu naturally wouldn't refuse.

The next morning, around 10 a.m., Shing-Tung Yau, Charles Fefman, Daniel Gray, and others came to the island in the middle of the lake to discuss mathematical problems with Wang Duoyu.

During the meeting, I also asked about one thing: when exactly will the date for the report be confirmed?
"Huh?" Wang Duoyu was immediately puzzled and said:
"Although I know you are in a hurry, I hope you won't be."

"Besides, didn't I tell you last time that we'd confirm it after I fully proved the functor conjecture? There's no rush now."

Charles Feifman immediately said:
"Professor Andre Weil from Princeton University, along with several other professors, and a dozen or twenty professors from London, Tokyo, and Paris, wrote to us, all wanting to know when you will be holding a lecture."

According to Professor Andre Weil, he hopes it will be as soon as possible because he is already very old.

Professor Weil is quite old; he's been around for eight or nine years now, which makes him eighty-three years old.

At this age, one could meet God at any moment.

That's why he was so worried and wrote to Fefman, Milno, and others, hoping they could help persuade Wang Duoyu to set the date for the report meeting as soon as possible.

As the most important piece of the Langlands program, the confirmation and proof of the functor conjecture would be a qualitative leap for the Langlands program.

The emergence of the Langlands Program was largely due to Andrei Weil, which explains his stubbornness.

Upon hearing this, Wang Duoyu chuckled and shook his head, saying:

"Don't worry, he will definitely be able to attend my lecture. And let me tell you, Professor Weil will definitely live to be over ninety years old. You can rest assured about that. He is definitely one of the longest-living representatives in our mathematics community."

In the original timeline's history, Andrei Weil lived until 1998.

It was only eight or nine years ago, and given the other person's current health, they were still able to travel smoothly by plane and travel all over the world.

This clearly shows that the other person is in excellent health, and there is absolutely no basis to say that he will not live much longer.

Of course, only Wang Duoyu himself would believe this; others might not.

In short, Daniel Gray and his team hope to finalize things as soon as possible.

"Then let's wait and see. But I guess if it's not July, it will be August, and at the latest it won't be later than October. Otherwise, we'll have to wait until next year's International Congress of Mathematicians."

Upon hearing Wang Duoyu's reply, everyone was speechless.

However, as everyone knows, this cannot be rushed.

After sitting for less than two hours, Qiu Chengtong and his group didn't even stay for lunch with Wang Duoyu before hurriedly saying goodbye and leaving.

As evening approached, Wang Duoyu was still busy calculating in the study villa when there was a sudden knock on the door, and Lu Yuening rushed in with a panicked expression.

"Uncle, uncle, something terrible has happened! My older brother and younger brother got into a fight, and they're both bleeding!"

Wang Duoyu was immediately filled with questions. How could Wang Junhong and his brother be fighting?

However, now was not the time to ask questions, so he quickly got up.

When they arrived outside, the medical staff from the school clinic were already on their way. The two sisters, Wang Meili and Wang Meihe, were standing by Liu Xiaoli, while Wang Meifeng was helping to stop the child's bleeding.

The scene was a bit chaotic, leaving Wang Duoyu speechless.

Why has the house suddenly become so chaotic?

It shouldn’t be!

"Xiaoli, put the bamboo stick down first. Don't be angry. Let me ask those two brothers."

Wang Duoyu looked at Liu Xiaoli and told her to calm down.

There are many children in the family. Wang Junhong is not Liu Xiaoli's biological child, but she treats him as her own, and sometimes even favors him more.

It wasn't just because Wang Duoyu tried to treat her child and Wang Junhong equally, without discrimination.

Furthermore, it's because Liu Xiaoli has already won the competition with Zhu Ling.

Most importantly, Wang Junhong has always called her "Mom," and she raised him from a young age, so she naturally wouldn't treat him differently.

However, Wang Junhong and Wang Junan were both mischievous children from a young age.

The cause of what happened today is not very clear, but Liu Xiaoli saw it clearly: it was Wang Jun'an who picked up the metal toy and threw it at his older brother, Wang Junhong.

Then the two brothers started fighting.

Because it hit Wang Junhong on the head, no one noticed the bleeding at first; it wasn't until a while later that they realized he was bleeding.

This matter escalated significantly.

This infuriated Liu Xiaoli, who immediately picked up a bamboo stick and started beating Wang Jun'an.

Wang Jun'an is crying loudly, Wang Junhong is fuming, Wang Junkang and Wang Yifei are huddled on the sofa trembling, and there's a messy living room and a very angry Liu Xiaoli. This is the current situation at home.

After understanding the general situation, Wang Duoyu squatted down and looked at Wang Junhong:

"Boss, does it hurt?"

"Dad, I'm not in pain. I'm a real man, what's a little injury like this?"

When the little guy said this, his lips twitched slightly from the pain, but he still stubbornly insisted on saying it.

Wang Duoyu really wanted to laugh, but he knew he couldn't.

"What about you? Are you in pain?"

At this moment, Wang Duoyu looked at the second brother.

"I'm not in pain!" Wang Jun'an stubbornly insisted, but the next moment, the expression on her face instantly went out of control, and she grimaced and gasped for breath.

It wasn't that his mother beat him, but when he turned his head up at a 45-degree angle, it aggravated his wound, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't even control his facial expressions.

Haha!

Wang Meili and the others burst into laughter upon seeing this, and even Wang Duoyu and Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but laugh.

Wang Jun'an was so embarrassed and ashamed that he wished he could dig a hole and bury himself.

After laughing, Wang Duoyu asked:

"Then tell me, why did you smash your older brother? You didn't think you could beat him, did you? Knowing you couldn't beat him, you still provoked him. Wasn't that foolish?"

The eldest son, Wang Junhong, was born on December 8, 1980. He is now over eight years old and his height is almost the same as Liu Xiaoli's.

An eight-year-old child is almost as tall as an adult, which shows how fast he is growing.

As for the second son, Wang Jun'an, he was born on January 9, 1984, three years younger than his eldest brother, and will soon be five years old.

In terms of height, he's definitely shorter than his older brother by the size of Wang Yifei.

Therefore, there is no comparison between the two brothers.

I just don't know where this little guy Wang Jun'an got the courage to actually fight with his older brother.

"I'm not afraid of him at all, humph!" Wang Jun'an said, his words sounding fierce but actually weak. It was unclear what was going on in his head.

Or is it that he is fearless because he has his parents backing him up, or is it that he is young and ignorant and does not know that there is a huge gap in strength between him and his older brother?
Snapped!
Wang Duoyu ignored the little guy, clapped his hands, and said:

"Alright, alright, I respect you as a man. The doctor is here now. After your wound is treated, you will stand here in the living room and face the wall to reflect on your mistakes. The punishment will end when you realize your error."

To deal with disobedient children, give them a good beating with bamboo sticks, and they'll behave.

But repeated treatments may not be effective.

Moreover, this will only push children and parents to the opposite side.

Therefore, educating children should be a multi-pronged approach, rather than relying on a single method.

Drug resistance can develop even with medication, let alone children who grow up and gradually understand many things.

Therefore, it is inappropriate to use corporal punishment as a means of educating children.

Why am I being punished?

Suddenly, Wang Jun'an said loudly, her voice trembling with tears, "I feel so wronged!"

"My older brother called me stupid first, so I hit him, boohoo, I'm not having it!"

Ok?
Is there more to this story?
All eyes turned to Wang Junhong, and then they heard the eldest brother curl his lip and say:

"He wanted to play chess with me, but he cheated several times. There are rules in chess, and once a move is made, it cannot be taken back. He just wouldn't listen. Just like Dad said, he's bad at chess and loves to play."

"I was so angry that I said a few words to him, and he got angry."

Alright, the case is solved!
What was a trivial matter turned into a full-blown 'civil war' between brothers.

Those two are really something.

"Big brother, it's not that Dad is criticizing you, but you know that the second brother is your younger brother. He's still young and doesn't understand things. You can talk to him nicely and educate your brother, but you can't belittle him or even call him stupid, understand?"

"You're a big kid now, almost as tall as your mother, it's time you became more sensible."

“That’s your brother, not someone else. And I’ve always taught you to be polite children, not to swear, and not to belittle others. Things are about right and wrong, but if your brother can’t tell right from wrong and is being unreasonable, then you shouldn’t play with him, understand?”

Wang Duoyu said so.

That concludes the matter.

The next few days should be quiet.

However, Wang Duoyu believed that in a few days, this scene might repeat itself again.

Of course, it's almost Wang Jun'an's birthday, and this little guy's birthday might cause some other trouble.

Liu Xiaoli had no complaints about Wang Duoyu's solution to the problem.

However, in the following days, Liu Xiaoli still took the little guy aside and disciplined him several times.

Judging from the current situation, Wang Junhong is smarter, while Wang Junan is rather ordinary.

Liu Xiaoli was naturally a little anxious, so she kept a close eye on the studies of her two children, Wang Jun'an and Wang Jun'kang.

As for Wang Junhong, he's already in school and is currently studying junior high school material on his own. He might be going to junior high school in a year or two.

On the contrary, Wang Jun'an, who is not tall, is not as good as Wang Junhong, who was the same age at the time, when he was reciting.

The only thing that made Liu Xiaoli feel gratified was that Wang Junan was very interested in singing, playing chess, dancing, and so on, and seemed to have quite a bit of talent for it.

She seems to have inherited the talent of her Liu family, but not the intelligence of her father, Wang Duoyu.

Wang Duoyu never said anything about this matter.

He will guide and instruct his child on what they like and what they want to do, but he will not interfere too much.

Of course, Wang Duoyu himself didn't have that much time to interfere with the children's choices.

Time flies, and it's already January 9th, Wang Jun'an's birthday.

This birthday celebration was also held at home, and no one was notified to attend.

After my birthday, January 13th arrived quickly.

Zheng Baoyin and his team were about to return, but because of a blizzard in Harbin that day, the airport was closed and the plane was forced to divert to Beijing.

They had to take a train from Beijing back to Harbin.

By the time they returned to Harbin, it was already the 14th.

That evening, at the villa on the island in the lake, Zheng Baoyin and his group came over for dinner, and they complained at the dining table:
"Uncle, this blizzard came so suddenly! We encountered very strong turbulence on the plane, and the flight was shaking terribly."

Wang Duoyu heard this and shook his head:

"Don't talk about these things. The children are here, and you've all returned safely. Don't dwell on this anymore."

"Okay, Uncle."

Zheng Baoyin was very obedient and immediately continued:

"But when we went back to Harbin from Beijing, the train was so slow. I heard that we're going to introduce high-speed train technology from abroad?"

"If you ask me, we might as well invest in a highway that runs directly from Harbin to Beijing. Then we can drive on the highway at speeds of over 120 miles per hour and get home in ten hours."

The distance between Beijing and Harbin is only a little over 1,200 kilometers, which is not very far.

However, Wang Duoyu could never imagine driving on the highway for ten hours.

In the past, there were no other options, so he had no choice but to travel.

Just like every time I go back to my hometown from Harbin, it's a journey of over 400 kilometers, which takes seven or eight hours by car, and sometimes even longer.

The high-speed train technology that Zheng Baoyin mentioned does not necessarily need to be imported from abroad, because even if such technology were imported, it would not be in our own hands.

Most importantly, every single train company abroad is a bloodsucker; they're absolutely disgusting.

Therefore, as early as 1982, the railway construction major of relevant departments at Harbin Institute of Technology had already begun to plan and improve its high-speed railway technology.

Now, five or six years have passed, and we have made breakthroughs in several hundred related technology projects, and have obtained more than two hundred patents.

However, high-speed rail technology is quite complex, and it will still take a lot of time to fully perfect it.

A towering building rises from the ground; what lies ahead is a long and arduous journey, requiring continued effort and hard work.

"You like it, that's great!"

Wang Duoyu said with a smile:

"Besides, blizzards don't happen every day. It's already a blessing that there are trains available. At least you can sleep in the carriages."

"If you're traveling by car, well, it's impossible to fall asleep."

"It's not easy to bring in the technology for the Shinkansen high-speed railway. We'll just have to wait and see."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Baoyin, Wang Jianchao, and others expressed their opinions.

In recent years, they haven't completely listened to Wang Duoyu, because they've spent more time abroad, broadened their horizons and gained their own ideas.

In addition, they now have money in their hands. Although they are not arrogant, they have still been tainted by some of the bad habits of capitalism, namely, believing that everything in the world can be solved by money.

Just like now, even though Wang Duoyu just said that introducing high-speed rail technologies such as the Shinkansen is not easy.

But in Zheng Baoyin's view, this matter was simple.

Seeing that they were getting into the conversation, Wang Duoyu simply smiled and listened to their 'wise opinions'.

Capital is invincible; money can make the devil turn the millstone.

In present-day Japan, there are many financial companies under Maple Leaf Holdings.

Maple Capital has also established a branch in Japan, and its scale has gradually grown.

In today's era of Japan's rapid economic growth, with the entire Japanese media touting their ability to buy up the entire United States, even Zheng Baoyin and his associates believed that money could solve everything in the world.

According to Zheng Baoyin and his team, they would invest in the purchase of relevant technology from Japanese high-speed rail companies under the names of financial companies such as Maple Capital.

We will hire relevant engineers to conduct technical cooperation in China.

Upon hearing this, Wang Duoyu couldn't help but laugh and interrupted:

"Have you forgotten about Daimler-Benz? We've already acquired that company, but when we asked them to teach our local engineers their technology, didn't they hold back?"

The engineers at Daimler-Benz were outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant of orders from their parent company, let alone others.
After all, those technologies are the foundation of Daimler-Benz and the company's core competitiveness. Is it possible for them to transfer the technology unconditionally just because of an order from their parent company?
The smiles on Zheng Baoyin and the others' faces came to an abrupt halt.

Clearly, they were powerless to refute Wang Duoyu's words.

"Money isn't everything. Admittedly, money can solve over 90% of the world's problems, but ask David Rockefeller. He was so rich, yet he would gladly spend his entire fortune to save someone's life and have the healthy body of a twenty-year-old. But is that even possible?"

Upon hearing Wang Duoyu's words, Zheng Baoyin and the others almost rolled their eyes.

Can these be lumped together?

Although they shouldn't be confused, the saying that money isn't everything is indeed very true.

There's a saying that the end of science is metaphysics, but metaphysics can't make humans immortal or keep their bodies in peak condition like those in their early twenties.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the natural course of life; how could anyone possibly live forever?
"You might be willing to spend more money to acquire that kind of technology, but is it necessary?"

Wang Duoyu continued with a smile:

"We can invest in it ourselves, develop it gradually, and eventually master the technology. Wouldn't that be better?"

"If you guys were to actually go and discuss this technology acquisition project with the other party, I guarantee you'd be in for a rude awakening."

"Furthermore, many major events will occur in the middle of this year, so you'd better not act rashly."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Baoyin and the others forgot about their meal and immediately began to ask questions.

However, Wang Duoyu was unwilling to elaborate.

This hasn't happened yet, and Want Want Group doesn't need to make any preparations in advance.

However, Wang Jianchao's eyes lit up:

"Uncle Jiu, the big thing you mentioned, won't it cause violent fluctuations in the financial market? Should we make arrangements in advance?"

Zheng Baoyin and the others immediately became excited, their eyes fixed on their ninth uncle (maternal uncle). (End of Chapter)