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

Moscow, mid-October 1991.

"Azerbaijan has become independent."

In an office located between the center and suburbs of Moscow, Martinez sat at the head of the table and spoke in a deep voice to the crowd.

Today happened to be the day when this group of executives working in Moscow were having a meeting, so Martinez shared what he knew.

"Hiss, looks like our chance is coming."

Caltim took a breath and then said with delight.

"No, this is not an opportunity; rather, it's a time when we need to speed things up."

Martinez said:

"If Azerbaijan becomes independent, then more places will follow suit. The disintegration of such a vast empire is inevitable."

"Once more places become independent, we must quickly establish connections with those smaller places and complete more transactions with them; otherwise, we will face increasing competition."

Once there are more competitors, the costs will increase significantly.

As members of management, Martinez, Caltim, Brumick, Matthew Barron, and others clearly understand that cost reduction and efficiency improvement are their goals.

Otherwise, profits will be reduced significantly.

This is something they don't want to see.

"What should we do? We simply don't have enough manpower. We can't just do it all by ourselves, can we?"

Piklauven frowned.

Brumick remained silent, but Matthew Baron suddenly spoke:

"Perhaps we can change our thinking. Many places, such as Azerbaijan, have already begun to declare independence. Judging from past experience, most of these independent places are similar to those in Western capitalist countries."

"Therefore, we can continue to trade with these countries as usual, establish good cooperative relationships with them, and perhaps even continue to make profits in the future."

"By the way, I remember our CEO Zheng really likes Akhal-Teke horses, right? We can just go to Turkmenistan and get a few more."

Before Matthew Barron could finish speaking, Caltim suddenly interrupted:

"Let's hurry up and not wait any longer, because I've already received news that Turkmenistan will probably be independent soon. Once it's independent, trading Akhal-Teke horses will only become more difficult."

Regarding horses like the Akhal-Teke, Caltim and his management team also liked them.

But they were far less obsessed than Zheng Baoyin and his group.

Why?

In Chinese history, famous horses such as Red Hare and Shadowless were said to be Akhal-Teke horses.

This type of horse holds a very high place in the hearts of the Chinese people.

There are actually Akhal-Teke horses in China, but they are not purebred Akhal-Teke horses; they are all hybrid offspring.

Especially in this day and age, cavalry regiments have lost their original status and withdrawn from the historical stage, so the status of horses is quite ordinary.

Even so, this did not diminish Zheng Baoyin and Wang Jianchao's fondness for the Akhal-Teke horse.

If given the opportunity, we would like to establish relevant breeding bases in China to raise Akhal-Teke horses, and even breed purebred Akhal-Teke offspring ourselves.

"Then we really need to hurry."

Matthew Barron nodded and said so, and Caltim and the others nodded in agreement.

They then discussed a few other matters for a while, and the meeting concluded.

Two days later, Martinez called Bofan and gave him a brief report on the Super Dollar Factory.

Gusinski is currently acting normally and has not shown any intention of vying for power.

But Martinez had to be wary of his opponent.

At this point in time, if Gusinsky were to become involved in the power struggles among the Moscow nobility, he would undoubtedly die.

Those people were all treacherous and cunning scoundrels, even more terrifying than Martinez and his businessmen.

Given Gusinski's personality, abilities, and fame, getting involved in such a matter would inevitably lead to a bad end.

Unfortunately, Gusinski now controls a massive money factory, and his personal wealth continues to grow.

Naturally, ambition will begin to swell.

After all, Gusinsky was not a pure businessman, so it was unlikely that the other party would identify as one.

Given this, it is possible that Gusinsky might have been tempted to have inappropriate thoughts within the chaotic environment of Moscow's aristocratic elite.

Upon hearing this, Yabo Fein said:

"You can keep an eye on things, but don't be overly defensive, lest it damage your cooperative relationship. We're not ready yet, so let's refrain from any underhanded tactics."

"And as far as I know, the chaos in Moscow is still ongoing, but it's basically settled. With Gusinsky's abilities, at best he's only slightly higher in status than Khodorkovsky, Malkin, and the like. That's all."

"Bridgebank's strength will increase rapidly, but in the short term, it's unlikely to surpass International Commercial Bank and Union Bank."

Currently, there are many large banks in Moscow, among which the two strongest are International Commercial Bank and United Bank.

Of course, Bridgebank itself is quite strong, especially now that its president, Gusinski, controls a super dollar factory, which can distribute a considerable amount of funds every month.

Against the backdrop of the current massive and accelerating devaluation of the Moscow ruble.

Therefore, the assets held by Bridgebank will only grow faster and faster.

However, none of this mattered much, because the power transition in Moscow was now in its final stages.

It's estimated that things will calm down soon.

No matter how ambitious Gusinsky was, it was all in vain.

Martinez nodded in understanding.

Since that's the case, then he can simply maintain the status quo.

Sayram Lake, Xinjiang Province.

Wow, it's so beautiful!

When Wang Yifei first came to Sayram Lake, her eyes widened in surprise, and she exclaimed repeatedly.

"Boss, do you remember this place?"

Wang Duoyu stood next to his eldest son and asked with a smile.

"I don't remember. I was only four years old then, right? Although I can remember things now, I don't remember this place."

Hearing Wang Junhong's words, Liu Xiaoli smiled and said, "When you get back, take out the photos, and you should be able to remember."

Back in 1985, Wang Duoyu and his friends had visited Xinjiang Province once.

I also visited places like Sayram Lake and Hemu Village at that time.

Xinjiang Province is a very large place with countless beautiful scenic spots.

For example, the famous Tianchi Lake in the Tianshan Mountains, Kanas River, Alati, Wucaitan, and other places like Turpan.

In short, there are simply too many places to visit.

"Dad, you've been here before? Then why don't I remember?"

Wang Yifei joined in the fun at this moment, which made Wang Duoyu and Liu Xiaoli burst into laughter.

In 1985, Wang Yifei wasn't even born yet, and neither was Wang Junkang, so how could they possibly remember this?

Ding Ding!

Just then, Wang Duoyu suddenly received a phone call.

It was Zheng Baoyin who called.

"Uncle, there's a batch of about eighty genuine purebred Akhal-Teke horses overseas, both male and female, they say they're for sale. Should we buy them?"

Akhal-Teke horse?

Upon hearing this, Wang Duoyu's eyes lit up, and he said:
"If the price isn't too high, then let's buy it and raise it near Harbin. Later, we'll buy a piece of land in the suburbs of Harbin and build a horse farm and grassland."

With the current wealth and power of Want Want Group, maintaining such a horse farm would be no problem at all.

Besides, this is an Akhal-Teke horse, why wouldn't we want it?

In the original timeline, Wang Duoyu had read in the news that a fine Akhal-Teke horse typically cost tens of millions of yuan on the market.

Such a high price is not a big deal; rather, the Akhal-Teke horse is extremely rare, with only a handful in the entire world.

It is also a national treasure of Turkmenistan.

Therefore, the Akhal-Teke horse itself has an extraordinary positioning and significance.

"Okay, I'll take it then. But at this time of year, it's winter in China, so there's no time to build a horse farm. We'll ship it back to China next year."

Upon hearing Zheng Baoyin's words, Wang Duoyu immediately shook his head and said:

"That won't do. You should bring the Akhal-Teke horse back directly, to avoid any unforeseen complications."

If he remembered correctly, Turkmenistan was probably close to independence, and things in Moscow were probably already nearing their end.

Since that's the case, let's take advantage of the fact that the Moscow nobility can still put pressure on Turkmenistan and bring back the Akhal-Teke horses.

Otherwise, things could get really messy.

"By the way, ask the locals if it's possible, and we should buy a few more Akhal-Teke horses. Otherwise, in a few decades, our Akhal-Teke horses might not be purebred anymore."

"Also, we should recruit more of their breeding techniques for Akhal-Teke horses, as well as their technicians, if possible."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Baoyin hesitated for a moment before saying:

"But Uncle, we can't build such a large horse farm in our country right now, can we?"

Wang Duoyu was speechless. Why was this guy thinking about these things at a time like this?

So he said in an annoyed tone:

"Baoyin, listen to me carefully. Either you arrange for someone to bring these Akhal-Teke horses back to China right now, or you don't need them anymore. Do you understand?"

"Okay, Uncle, I understand. I'll go and arrange to bring the Akhal-Teke horse back right away."

Without clear orders, Zheng Baoyin was completely at a loss.

He keeps questioning this and doubting that; I really don't know what his brain is for.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Yifei hugged her father's leg and looked up at him, saying:

"Dad, don't be angry anymore. Cousin Baoyin didn't mean it. Shall we go and see what's going on over there?"

"Dad isn't angry. Let's go, let's go take a look over there."

Wang Duoyu shook his head, didn't explain the situation to the child, picked up the little guy and left the spot.

Sayram Lake is very beautiful, it's a paradise on earth.

But after seeing it a lot, it's really not that different.

As time went by, Wang Duoyu and his group had been in Xinjiang Province for almost ten days before planning to head back home.

In October, the fruit season in Xinjiang Province is over, and the long snow season is about to begin, so let's go back to Harbin first.

The plane took off from WLMQ airport, crossed most of the country, and soon arrived at Yanjiagang Airport in Harbin.

"We're home, bro. The results are coming out soon, are you scared?"

As they got off the plane, the second brother cheered and then looked at his older brother and teased him.

Snapped!
Liu Xiaoli slapped him on the back of the head:
"You have the nerve to ask? I wish you had your older brother's talent. I don't know who you learned it from, you have so many bad habits."

She was absolutely certain that Wang Junan was her biological child.

But this child really left her feeling utterly helpless.

This brat gets cocky the moment you're not careful, and he's increasingly forgotten how to be humble.

"Mom, talent is something you're born with. I don't have it, and there's nothing I can do about it." Wang Jun'an's face immediately filled with grievance.

"Besides, how is this a bad habit? I'm planning to learn to fly planes next year. Humph, I'm sure I can fly a lot of planes just like my older brother."

Regarding aircraft piloting skills, Wang Junhong is now proficient in flying five types of aircraft.

However, in the past year or so, he has focused most of his energy on studying and has not been doing flight training very often.

The way aircraft piloting skills work is that if you don't practice for a long time, it's very easy for your skills to decline.

Especially fighter jet flying technology, because many high-difficulty maneuvers are not so easy to complete, and require withstanding great gravitational pressure, so it is not a simple matter.

Wang Junhong has basically decided to pursue a career in scientific research. He has indeed mastered aircraft piloting skills and will definitely continue training when the opportunity arises.

Having an extra skill is never a bad thing.

He learned this from his father.

"Okay, okay, I won't stop you, but you'd better study hard, or I'll definitely spank you."

"Mom, I'm so old now, it's not right for you to hit me."

“If you don’t behave, I’ll beat you even if you’re seven or eight years old, not just because you’re seven or eight.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Duoyu shook his head and smiled.

Despite the ever-improving medical technology we have today, especially in the coming decades.

Many people are able to live to the advanced age of seventy or eighty, and the aging of society as a whole is becoming increasingly serious.

But Wang Duoyu wasn't sure if he would live to that age.

Not to mention Liu Xiaoli's fantasy: that when her second son is already in his seventies or eighties, she can still pick up a stick and beat this brat.

It's worth noting that Liu Xiaoli is currently 32 years old, and will soon be 33.

If Wang Jun'an is in his seventies or eighties, then she will be at least in her nineties or one hundred years old.

Basically speaking, it's already quite remarkable for an elderly person to live to this age and still be able to walk normally.

The thought of picking up a stick and hitting one's own child is even more unimaginable.

Regardless of the circumstances, Wang Duoyu fully supports Liu Xiaoli's idea, and he also hopes that his family can all live to that age and live a peaceful and safe life.

As the car drove along the road, Wang Yifei and her group began their concert again.

However, this time they hadn't been singing for long when, on the way, they saw a tall building under construction and asked curiously how tall it was.
Normally, when Wang Yifei and her friends go out, they don't pay much attention to the outside world; they mostly hold their own concerts in their cars.

After all, traveling by car is quite boring, but time flies by during a concert.

Liu Xiaoli also looked outside and asked with some curiosity:
"Do you know how tall that building is going to be?"

At this moment, Wang Duoyu and his group were already near the city center of Bingcheng.

The building she was discussing with her child was actually right next to the main road not far away.

By this time, the building had reached a height of fifty stories, which was considered very tall in Harbin.

Because most of the skyscrapers near Harbin Institute of Technology in Weizigou are 30 or 40 stories high, and buildings with more than 50 stories are still in the planning stage.

Both Wang Junhong and Liu Xiaoli followed Wang Duoyu to many places.

Among developed regions like Beijing, Guangzhou, and Shanghai, Harbin still boasts the most skyscrapers.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the tallest building in China in the near future will be the building that Wang Duoyu and his group are looking at right now.

"It's supposed to be a 70-story building, right? Anyway, it won't be short. This is a building jointly constructed by Bingcheng Bank and Jianghai Securities."

Wang Duoyu said calmly.

Construction of this building began two years ago; it was a project that Tong Jianwei actively promoted when he was still in charge.

In the 1980s and 90s, and even before 2015, the enthusiasm and pursuit of skyscrapers in China was quite high.

I wish all the world's tallest buildings were located in the country.

Back in 1986, Bingcheng Bank and Jianghai Securities earned US$790 million and US$1.12 billion respectively from their participation in the Plaza Accord.

They then participated in the 1987 US stock market crash, and the total profits of the two companies were even more staggering, totaling $3.25 billion.

With so much money, Tong Jianwei and Kang Yumin were naturally very envious.

In addition to completing basic infrastructure such as roads, building high-rise buildings is also an important cornerstone for promoting urban economic development.

Harbin differs significantly from other cities like Shanghai in how it handles the profits earned by Harbin Bank and Jianghai Securities.

Whether it's Beijing, Guangzhou, or Shanghai, the profits of companies like Yuexiu Property, CITIC Securities, and Shanghai Chengtou are all used for urban economic development.

Very little funding is allocated to urban public infrastructure.

However, Harbin doesn't need it, simply because Harbin has Harbin Institute of Technology and Want Want Group.

In particular, companies affiliated with Harbin Institute of Technology can bring back at least 10 to 20 billion, or even hundreds of billions of US dollars in revenue each year, with profits of at least several billion or tens of billions of US dollars.

As a result, the overall economic situation in Harbin will only get better and better.

It can be said that Harbin, as part of the Northeast industrial base, has been developed even more thoroughly after the rise of Harbin Institute of Technology and Want Want Group.

The skyscraper that Wang Duoyu and his group were looking at was a concrete manifestation of industrial strength.

"Wow, that's over seventy stories high, Dad! Hong Kong doesn't seem to have buildings that tall!"

Currently, the tallest building in mainland China is the Bank of China Tower in Hong Kong.

The skyscraper was planned and designed starting in 1982, construction began in 1985, and it was completed in 1989. It is 315 meters tall, and with the two poles on top, the total height is 367.4 meters.

At the time, this was the tallest building in all of Asia, and also the tallest skyscraper outside of the United States. Before that, it was the Guangdong International Hotel, commonly known as the 63-story building. Construction of this building began in 1987 and was completed in 1991. It was the tallest building in mainland China with the most floors.

However, this tallest building will soon be surpassed by the Jianghai Building in Harbin.

After all, with a height of seventy stories, once completed, it will definitely surpass the Bank of China Tower in Hong Kong.

Hearing Wang Yifei and the others exclaim in surprise, Wang Duoyu simply smiled.

Because this Jianghai Building will soon no longer be the tallest building.

This is because there are other skyscraper construction plans in Harbin, Guangzhou, Shanghai, and Beijing, and the Shenzhen Diwang Building has also begun its planning and design phase.

Therefore, a surge in the construction of skyscrapers in China is expected in the coming period.

In the face of such a great wave, no one could dislike it.

The car had already left, and the Jianghai Building was behind them, but Wang Yifei, Li Rongrong, and Lu Yuexin were still chattering about it.

It seems the higher the better, and ideally it should be built on the moon.

"Haha, you guys really have wild ideas!"

Wang Duoyu burst into laughter upon hearing this, but Wang Jun'an, utterly exasperated, interrupted him, saying:
"Little sisters, you're so naive. How could any building possibly reach the moon? It could only go up to two thousand meters at most; anything higher would be impossible."

Just then, Wang Junhong suddenly spoke up:

"Little brother, you're wrong too. In the next one or two hundred years, there will absolutely be no building that can be built to a height of two thousand meters. Do you know which mountain is the tallest in the world?"

Mount Everest!

Li Rongrong and the other children said in unison.

They had indeed known this kind of tidbit of knowledge for a long time, especially when Wang Duoyu played riddles with the children and often talked about similar topics.

Therefore, they all remember it clearly.

"Yes, it is Mount Everest, but do you know that the second, third, fourth, and even the fourteenth peaks over 8,000 meters are all located on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau? Do you know why?"

As soon as Wang Junhong spoke, the kids immediately fell silent.

Liu Xiaoli and Wang Duoyu exchanged a glance, but remained silent, simply watching quietly.

As the eldest child in the family, Wang Junhong certainly knows far more than the younger children like Wang Yifei.

Especially after Wang Duoyu suggested that he read more books such as the Twenty-Four Histories, Wang Junhong listened and did indeed read quite a few of them.

Li Rongrong and the others all shook their heads: "We don't know!"

"That's because the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is known as the roof of the world. It is the highest landmass on Earth and the closest place to the atmosphere."

After a pause, Wang Junhong continued:

"Our planet has atmospheric pressure and gravity, which is why the world's highest peak, Mount Everest, is only 8,848 meters high. The reason it's not 10,000 meters is due to a variety of factors."

"Similarly, when we build skyscrapers, we need to consider factors such as earthquakes and tsunamis caused by tectonic plates. Otherwise, the skyscrapers may be built, but they may be unsafe."

"Tokyo, Japan, used to be very developed, but the city doesn't have many skyscrapers. A couple of years ago, Japan said it wanted to buy up the whole of the United States, but its skyscrapers are far fewer than those in Manhattan, New York."

"It's because Japan is located in a region prone to volcanoes and earthquakes."

"Therefore, if we want to plan and design our skyscrapers to be over a thousand meters tall, we undoubtedly need to overcome many technological limitations to make it possible. Otherwise, the Americans would have already built many more and taller skyscrapers."

clap clap!

After he finished speaking, Wang Duoyu took the initiative to applaud.

To be honest, the fact that his eldest son has such insight shows that he is indeed very good at observation.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have said such a thing.

Although Wang Duoyu consciously wanted his children to become learned and useful people, coercion alone was not enough.

Teaching children requires sufficient patience and proper guidance.

From what we can see now, Wang Junhong has completely learned how to study and how to live his life well.

Therefore, Wang Duoyu was very happy.

"We'll be home soon. Once we get home, we'll have a family meeting."

Liu Xiaoli and the children were very surprised to hear Wang Duoyu say this.

Not long after the car arrived home, Wang Duoyu and the others unloaded their luggage and then all came to the living room to sit down and wait for the meeting to begin.

After a while, once everyone was in place, Wang Duoyu finally spoke:

"What the boss just said made me very happy. It shows that my previous teaching methods were effective."

"I'll reward you later, as we agreed beforehand. Sisi, put your hand down. I know what you want to say. I'll reward you again when you perform exceptionally well in the future."

"Of course, boss, don't be arrogant or complacent. Be humble, and more importantly, maintain your current disciplined lifestyle."

"From now on, we'll be running a small classroom at home, and we'll set aside 45 minutes each evening for lessons."

"Eldest sister, Rongrong, Xiaoning, second sister, third sister, Xiaoxin, and Xiaomin, you all have to take turns coming up to the podium to give us a lesson."

There are currently ten children in the family. The two sisters, Wang Meili and Wang Meihe, each have a baby who hasn't been sent over yet, otherwise there would be twelve children.

Li Rongrong and the other children have lived with Wang Duoyu since they were little. Although they are not his biological children, both Liu Xiaoli and he treat them as their own.

Therefore, Wang Duoyu treats everyone equally in education.

Letting the kids give their own lessons, with Wang Duoyu and Liu Xiaoli listening, is a fantastic method.

In this way, they can learn how to express themselves.

Although such expressive ability is not so easy to compensate for, it doesn't matter. As long as the right method is used, everything is not a problem.

"Dad, what about me?"

Wang Qianqian couldn't help but raise her hand and ask impatiently.

The little guy loves participating in things like this.

It's not just because it's fun, but also because she has a natural love for standing in front of others and expressing herself.

Perhaps it was influenced by her mother.

"You haven't started school yet? Can you be a little teacher?" Wang Duoyu asked with a smile.

She nodded immediately:
"Dad, I can be a little teacher."

"Okay, tell me, what are you planning to tell us?"

"That doesn't count, I'm not ready yet."

Okay, Wang Duoyu stopped teasing the little guy and settled the matter first.

The next morning, Wang Junhong's exam results came out; the rankings for first prize in the National Mathematics Competition were announced.

A total of eight people won the first prize.

The list was posted on the bulletin board of the Mathematics Department's teaching building.

Zhao Jice, Wang Junhong, Yang Wenchuan, Peng Fuli, Li Changfu and eight others won the first prize.

Zeng Xueyao and Jiang Weimin both won second or third prizes. As for those who didn't make the list, there's no need to mention them.

"I can finally stay in Harbin!!!"

Yang Wenchuan was overjoyed to see his name appear in the first prize section.

I wonder if the order of the first prize winners' names corresponds to the ranking of exam scores?

Actually, that's not the case, because the scores were not published, and the rankings are not in any particular order.

"You won first prize?" Zeng Xueyao looked at Yang Wenchuan in disbelief and questioned him:
"Didn't you say it was very difficult? How did you manage to win first prize when it was so difficult?"

Now that I've won first prize, it's pretty much certain that I'll stay in the training team.

As for students who won second prize or below, they will definitely not be able to stay in the training team.

"It is difficult, but you did do the problems, so I'm right."

Yang Wenchuan shrugged, his expression helpless:

"I just got incredibly lucky."

Zeng Xueyao really wanted to punch him. What do you mean by "lucky as hell"?
There is no such thing as pure luck in math competitions.

If it works, it works. If it doesn't, it doesn't work.

On the other side, Zhao Jice was overjoyed, and his face was full of smiles.

Only Jiang Weimin, standing next to him, had a bitter expression, a stark contrast to the overjoyed teacher in charge.

It's incredible that someone from their southwestern province actually made it into the training team. Zhao Jice, this genius boy who came from the mountains, is truly remarkable.

The teacher in charge of the team has already started fantasizing about promotions and raises.

In the evening, Wang Duoyu and his family were having dinner at their villa on the island in the middle of the lake.

Everyone already knows that Wang Junhong won first prize in the competition and was selected for the training team.

Wang Junhong also appeared quite calm.

Making it into the training team is nothing to be proud of, because there are many more challenges waiting for him to complete.

Whether it's participating in next year's International Mathematical Olympiad or becoming a top mathematician like his father, he will need to overcome numerous obstacles and achieve his goals step by step.

"Here is a brief international news item: Turkmenistan recently declared its independence from Moscow."

When such a report appeared on the CCTV news broadcast, Wang Duoyu couldn't help but take a few more glances.

He was just talking to the children about the Akhal-Teke horse, and now Turkmenistan has already declared independence.

Goodness, so far, quite a few places have broken away from Moscow.

Lithuania, Tajikistan, Armenia, Belarus, Azerbaijan, and others have all gained independence.

Now that Turkmenistan has also been included, Moscow now controls even less land.

Just as Wang Duoyu was still in shock, the news reported again that Ichkria Chechnya had also become independent.

Good guy! !

These two places became independent at the same time; they really know how to stir things up.

"Dad, when can we see the Akhal-Teke horses? Aren't they afraid of the cold?"

Wang Yifei's words successfully drew her father's attention back.

They were just talking about the Akhal-Teke horses, because Zheng Baoyin called back this morning to say that the Akhal-Teke horses have been loaded onto a cargo ship and will be transported by sea to Harbin in November.

Turkmenistan is located east of the Caspian Sea, and is very close to Xinjiang Province, separated only by Uzbekistan and Kyrgyzstan.

But if you go by land, it's easy to have an accident. Besides, the roads there are really difficult to travel.

Therefore, taking the sea route is the most suitable.

As for air freight, that's definitely not suitable.

"Horses are definitely afraid of the cold, but it's okay, we can just prepare some hay for them."

Wang Duoyu smiled and replied.

The temperature in Harbin is already several degrees below zero. The first snow fell at the beginning of the month, and the heating has been turned on for a long time.

As we all know, Harbin is the northernmost provincial capital in China, located at a high latitude, so it is normal for winter temperatures to be low.

Turkmenistan is neither at a very high nor a very low latitude, but it definitely has snow in winter.

In some respects, the temperature is actually quite similar to that of Harbin.

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with bringing Akhal-Teke horses to Harbin for breeding.

"Can I choose a pony that belongs to me?"

"You can choose any that suit you."

At the Ali camp, only Wang Junhong had his own pony. Wang Yifei and the others were too young to ride it even if they chose one.

However, it's different in Harbin. The kids can go and check it out every weekend, and we can let them give it a try.

They chatted and ate, and dinner time passed quickly for Wang Duoyu and his friends.

When the evening news ended, dinner time also came to an end.

After Li Rongrong, Wang Junhong, and the other children finish washing the dishes together, the first mini-class will officially begin tonight.

The first lecture was given by Wang Junhong, who will be discussing the knowledge he has learned, focusing on the Records of the Three Kingdoms from the Twenty-Four Histories.

Wang Duoyu, Liu Xiaoli, Li Rongrong, Lu Yuening, and Wang Yifei were all sitting on the sofa, while Wang Junhong stood in front of the mobile blackboard, giving lectures and writing on the board from time to time.

Forty-five minutes passed quickly.

After it was over, Wang Duoyu looked at Wang Qianqian and said:

"Sisi, what did you think of your older brother's presentation? How about we let you present tomorrow?"

"What you said is very good. I'm not ready for tomorrow either. Let's wait two more days."

The little guy was so enthusiastic yesterday, but now he seems to be having second thoughts.

"Haha, I've always said that a person should learn one or two musical instruments in their lifetime. Now you're almost ready to give up, aren't you?"

puff!

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoli burst out laughing and playfully punched him twice.

Why are you trying to make me laugh?

Li Rongrong, Lu Yuening, Wang Junhong, and the other children were also laughing heartily.

There's nothing we can do about it; what Wang Duoyu just said was truly hilarious.

"Mom, what does 'give up' mean?" Wang Yifei blinked her beautiful big eyes, her gaze clear yet naive, and asked curiously.

Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but laugh again.

Wang Junhong and the others were the same; they understood what it meant to back down, but Wang Yifei didn't.

She even thought the retreat drum was a musical instrument.

"Sisi, let me explain. The phrase 'beating the drum to retreat' originally referred to feudal officials beating a drum when they left court. Now it's used as a metaphor for backing down halfway through a task."

"You were so eager to participate in this class yesterday, but when Dad asked you just now, you wanted to back out. Is this a sign that you're giving up?"

Upon hearing this, the little guy immediately shook his head and argued:

"No, Dad, that's not it. I'm just not ready."

"It's okay. Whether you're ready or not, we won't force you or laugh at you."

"But Dad, you're laughing at me right now, humph!"

"Where? It's not class time now, and I really didn't make fun of you. Besides, today's teacher is your older brother, not you."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yifei was still very unhappy. She angrily dodged her father's outstretched hand and hid in her mother's arms.

Haha!

I must say, the little guy is incredibly cute when he's angry.

After teasing the little guy, Wang Duoyu turned around and told the children to take a bath and get ready for bed.

The class started at 7:40, and it's already 8:30. By the time the children finish their showers, it will be 9:00.

Therefore, time passes very quickly.

While the little ones went to take a bath, Wang Duoyu took out today's newspaper and started reading.

He doesn't have that much free time to read the newspaper every day.

Especially in the early morning, most of the time is spent busy with work or personal matters.

Just looking through the Want Want Group's briefings takes at least ten minutes a day, and sometimes even more than an hour.

Surprisingly, very little of the news in the People's Daily today overlapped with the news broadcast.

The report about the Nuclear Industry Physical and Chemical Engineering Research Institute surprised Wang Duoyu quite a bit.

The report, consisting of only a few hundred words, described the successful experiment of macroscopically collecting uranium using atomic laser enrichment, stating that the experiment had passed ministerial-level evaluation.

A lot happened on this day at the end of October.

Just as Wang Duoyu was continuing to read the newspaper, his phone rang.

This time, it was Xue Lisheng who called him.

"Ninth Brother, a business owner in Harbin has a good relationship with our football club's assistant coach, so he invited him and a few football players over for dinner."

"I know this is wrong, so I've already criticized them."

Upon hearing this, Wang Duoyu was immediately enraged.

China is a society that values ​​personal connections, and that's undeniable.

The coach's assistant is doing this behind the scenes; isn't that just using so-called 'friendships' to get the football players involved to help promote products?

Good heavens, the abacus beads were practically bouncing into Wang Duoyu's face, and Xue Lisheng only gave him a reprimand? (End of Chapter)