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

September 1995, Harbin Institute of Technology, Weizigou Campus, Kindergarten.

The kindergarten is quite lively now.

Three- or four-year-old children, some cry, some laugh, some run, some make a fuss.

It was like thousands of ducks quacking in your ear, quite jarring.

"Teacher, Zhang Ziyang pulled down my pants!"

"Teacher, someone stole my water bottle! Waaah!"

"Teacher, he wants to be your husband!"

"My teacher wants to marry me!"

"Teacher, he spilled the water!"

"Stop making noise, the teacher is sick~"

Liu Xiaoli watched as Bai Doufu sat blankly to the side, obediently watching her older sister who was wailing in front of her. The little one seemed unable to understand why her sister was crying.

However, Bai Doufu did not cry, and she did not seem afraid, because she kept looking back to see if her mother was still there.

Although she is very young, not even two years old yet, she is very sensible.

At this moment, the kindergarten teacher finally couldn't help but shout:

"Little mouth!"

In an instant, all the children, whether crying or chasing each other, responded:

"Sleep in jail!"

Finally, the children quieted down, and even the little ones who were still crying looked at the teacher, which was both pitiful and funny.

Liu Xiaoli muttered to herself:

"Little mouth, shouldn't it be 'speak loudly' after that?"

Just then, her phone rang.

"Mom, can you call Dad? I miss him."

"What's wrong? Wang Yifei, did you get into trouble?"

The call was from Wang Yifei, who used her own phone.

Her phone only has basic call functionality; it can't access the internet or even send text messages.

It's a Huachen phone, but I just can't use any of the other functions.

Because these functions on her phone automatically lock when she goes to school, she can't unlock them at all.

"Mom, can't you have any hope for me? How could I possibly cause trouble?"

"Have you forgotten about your alteration of the saying 'Human nature is inherently good' a few days ago?"

Wang Yifei immediately fell silent, then made an excuse about going to class and hung up the phone right away.

Liu Xiaoli's lips curled up slightly. This daughter of hers just wanted to be lazy.

However, her father, Wang Duoyu, has been at Ali's camp for a week now, why hasn't he returned yet?

Wang Duoyu, whom the mother and daughter were worried about, was still in the Somali peninsula at that moment.

A few days ago, the town of Gardo was attacked by missiles, resulting in heavy casualties.

Pei Xiaojun then arranged for drones to launch missiles, wiping out most of Allen and Andy's SEAL teams.

The remaining personnel were either shot or captured alive.

Despite this major incident, no one at the Djibouti military base dared to take action again.

Because on the other side of the Middle East, several cities, including Baghdad, experienced explosions, especially a very serious explosion inside Balad Air Base.

The explosion resulted in over 100 deaths and over 300 injuries, causing chaos and near paralysis at the entire air force base.

Therefore, no one at the Djibouti base cared about the two SEAL teams that were decimated and captured near the town of Gardo.

Of course, it's not that they didn't care at all; rather, they secretly sent people to land at the port of Perpela.

Wang Duoyu was still waiting for the results of the interrogation of Allen and Andy.

Some things need to be investigated thoroughly, and it's simpler to ask the person directly.

Inside the interrogation room, Allen had already withstood several rounds of brutal beatings and interrogations, but Andy had long since given up.

However, Andy lied, so the interrogation results are not credible and need to be compared and verified with the interrogation statements of others.

"They're out. At least we've compared all the testimonies."

Pei Xiaojun, holding the freshly produced confession, went to Yabo Fein, Zheng Baoyin, and others to report.

Soon, they learned the details.

It turns out that the Navy SEALs only suspected Randark, the "king" of the Somali peninsula, and were unaware of the existence of Project Hidab.

But now, with the Navy SEALs being wiped out, trouble will follow.

It will be difficult to evade it then.

Therefore, the existence of satellite towns needs to be kept under wraps.

And we need to find them a better reason.

A senior management meeting was about to be held, and Zheng Baoyin called his uncle to attend.

"Professors, everyone, I believe that given our current situation, we should unify the Somali peninsula and support a puppet regime belonging to our Want Want Group."

When Yabo Fein opened his mouth, he shocked everyone.

That might be a pretty good excuse.

At the same time, there may be unexpected benefits once the Somali peninsula is unified.

Wang Duoyu was also reflecting on the gains and losses.

However, the Black population in the Somali peninsula remains a potential threat.

After much thought, Wang Duoyu concluded that unification was not a problem, but more overseas immigrants were needed to turn the Somali Peninsula into an immigrant nation.

However, the population should not be too large, otherwise it will be difficult to control.

On the other hand, it is necessary to recruit more soldiers in order to control the entire Somali peninsula.

"Of course, I hope this unification process can take a little longer and not be rushed."

After a pause, Wang Duoyu continued:

"Throughout the entire unification process, no external forces are allowed to intervene. If any external forces other than ours are discovered, they will be suppressed by force."

"By the way, since that's the case, then the warlord we're supporting, Damazin, should also begin to develop other comprehensive capabilities, such as laboratories and factories."

Damazin was a warlord supported by the Want Want Group, and he was originally penniless.

If we want to support this person as a puppet, we need to weaken his own military strength on the one hand, and enhance his abilities on the other hand.

For example, in areas such as industrial economy, these are just visible developments and do not necessarily reflect Damazin's true strength.

If Want Want Group needs to launch satellites and rockets in the future, then a launch base will be needed on the Somali Peninsula, and the puppet it supports can fulfill this need.

In short, if you can fool people, then fool them as much as possible.

Just as Wang Duoyu finished speaking, someone knocked on the conference room door.

Yabo Fein and Zheng Baoyin's expressions immediately turned ugly. They were in a meeting as executives, how could the outsiders be so inconsiderate?
After receiving Wang Duoyu's approval, the people outside came in.

"Boss, gentlemen, news from the port of Berbera: a US military force has been spotted, and their warships are already docked."

Pei Xiaojun reported with a solemn expression.

The expressions on the faces of the executives changed drastically, some with anger, some with surprise, and some with bewilderment.

However, upon hearing this news, Wang Duoyu suddenly burst into laughter:
"Wow, they've arrived pretty quickly. The warships are here. Perfect, let's meet them."

It's actually quite simple to get away with it; just shift the blame to other warlords.

The US military has always been domineering, but now it is suffering setbacks one after another in the Somali Peninsula. I guess the whole world is laughing at the US.
Anyway, this whole thing is quite interesting.

"By the way, remember to arrange for journalists from Facebook and other media outlets to come to the Somali peninsula to report on the relevant events and let everyone see the true colors of the Americans."

When Wang Duoyu said that, everyone suddenly laughed.

Even some of the executives in the meeting room, who were actually Americans, laughed.

Clearly, Americans themselves understand their own country better.

Even though George Herbert is not yet the businessman president he will become, changing his policies frequently is commonplace, but double standards are certain.

However, the outside world is not very clear about the double standards of the Americans.

Currently, global media is still dominated by television and newspapers. Internet new media is a relatively new force that has emerged in recent years, and its influence can only be described as so-so.

"Is there anything else that needs to be discussed? If not, the meeting is adjourned."

Wang Duoyu got up and left the meeting room. He planned to leave Hideb tomorrow.

The Somali Peninsula is truly a magical place; he's only been here for less than a week, and so many things have already happened.

More than a thousand people have died so far, but there aren't many people on the Somali peninsula to begin with.

Ugh!
In chaotic times, human life is worthless.

The headquarters building of MI6 in Great Britain.

Inside the meeting room sat several British gentlemen, dressed impeccably, yet discussing nauseating topics.

They claim to be gentlemen, but they actually enjoy all sorts of bullying and domineering behavior.

The topic suddenly shifted to the bombing of the Balad airbase in the Middle East.

"Tell me, who is so audacious as to provoke the Americans?"

"Heh, Williams, the Americans may be invincible, but they're not truly invincible. You don't think no one dares to provoke them, do you?"

"Yes, you guys remember Majid Hussein, the chief terrorist leader in the Middle East, right? He might be the one behind this."

hiss!
Williams and the other gentlemen gasped in shock.

Although they believed Majid Hussein had sufficient reason to take action, this move was undoubtedly suicidal.

In previous years, the United States did not take decisive action to completely wipe out Iraq, giving Majid Hussein a chance to catch his breath.

Furthermore, the construction of Ballard Air Base was arranged.

So it's understandable that Majid Hussein couldn't swallow this insult.

But for them to go against the Americans is undoubtedly like throwing an egg against a rock.

The Gulf War from a few years ago is still fresh in our minds.

After Kuwait was occupied by Majid Hussein, the United States took it back forcefully in just 41 days.

This global strike capability terrifies the entire world.

"That Majid guy truly lives up to his reputation as the leader of a terrorist organization; he's got a stubborn head!"

Rodriguez commented, mostly praising, but also expressing considerable regret.

"If you were in that situation, wouldn't you have taken action?"

If Majid Hussein had been present at that moment, he would certainly have argued that he was innocent.

People sit at home, and the pot comes from the sky.

The Balad Air Base incident was not the result of Majid Hussein's arrangement at all; it was the work of someone else.

But nobody knows exactly who did it.

"Heh, what does that have to do with me?"

Williams smiled slightly and said:
"Let's talk about the super-dollar. It's really interesting. What kind of force is this counterfeit money group? How come they're so powerful? It's been so many years, how come they haven't been caught yet?"

The mention of this topic immediately put Rodriguez and the others out of their drowsiness.

The Super Dollar was first "invented" in 1989 by Office No. 39 on the Silla Peninsula. Then, the following year after it was destroyed, a group of people suddenly intervened.

This has caused a shock in the global financial community.

Because this counterfeit money ring is too powerful, releasing at least several hundred billion to hundreds of billions of US dollars every year.

Furthermore, these counterfeit bills successfully entered the market and circulated, which invisibly damaged the value of the US dollar and caused heavy losses to many people who held US dollar foreign exchange.

Of course, counterfeit money rings are despicable.

But the Federal Reserve is even more disgusting.

They're printing money faster than they did two decades ago, which is infuriating.

Before the collapse of the Bretton Woods system, Europe frequently sent large ships to New York to transport away large amounts of gold.

The reason for this is, of course, that the Americans printed a lot of dollars, causing the dollar to depreciate to the point that it was almost worthless.

But at that time, the US dollar was equivalent to gold and had a fixed exchange rate, which was just unfair.

We are not fools.

As a result, after the Bretton Woods system collapsed, the United States went even further.

The emergence of counterfeit currency groups has emboldened the Federal Reserve to act with even greater impunity.

At this point, Rodriguez, Williams, and the others suspected that the so-called counterfeit money ring was actually run by Americans themselves.

They're just putting on a show for the whole world.

"Ugh!"

Rodriguez sighed:

"Times are tough. If things continue like this, I'm afraid we'll really go bankrupt."

"According to incomplete statistics, counterfeit money syndicates have released at least over 100 billion US dollars into the market this year. Great Britain alone has received over 50 billion US dollars in counterfeit currency. Alas."

Fortunately, the Federal Reserve now dares not deny the existence of these counterfeit bills.

Otherwise, I'm afraid something bad might happen.

"Just focus on doing your best and don't overthink it."

Another gentleman sighed and shook his head.

Williams suddenly slammed his hand on the table and said:
"Americans are too arrogant!"

Yes, they are arrogant because they have the right to be arrogant.

When Great Britain was the British Empire, wasn't it also extremely arrogant?
What goes around comes around.

Great Britain is currently outmatched and should be forced to back down.

Those who were once peasants and servants have now risen to become masters, so they still need to be careful.

Bang!
North America, Washington, D.C., CIA headquarters building.

Inside the director's office, Baker Barnes was furious.

"This counterfeit money ring is too arrogant. How dare they do this?"

How long has it been since the Federal Reserve released the latest version of the dollar?
The counterfeit money ring has already released the latest version of the super dollar bill into the market.

Extremely arrogant.

Prometheus stood to the side, pretending to be invisible, his eyes closed and his mind at the same time.

Their intelligence agency had received information just a week ago that the locations in South America, the headquarters region in Africa, Northern Europe, Latin America, Oceania, and Southeast Asia were targeted.

Ten large transactions involving huge sums of US dollars occurred simultaneously.

And they were using the latest version of counterfeit US dollars.

The counterfeit money ring's R&D team is incredibly capable. Even though the latest version of the US dollar has already incorporated several anti-counterfeiting technologies, they still managed to break through it so quickly; it's simply unbelievable.

These are numerous large transactions, totaling over eight billion US dollars.

This caused the Federal Reserve to suffer heavy losses in one fell swoop.

Because this is undermining their foundation.

Even though Baker Barnes wasn't in finance, he was aware of the damage these counterfeit bills were causing to the dollar itself.

What should I do?
Sitting next to him was Rowland Morgan, the Federal Reserve's estate, who sat expressionless, seemingly resigned to his fate.

He had previously thought that he had performed a meritorious service and could then shed his current identity and completely escape his misery.

He miscalculated; it wasn't like that. He needed to stay in Washington, D.C., to continue overseeing the intelligence agencies.

Among the three major agencies—the National Security Agency, the Central Intelligence Agency, and the Federal Bureau of Investigation—the intelligence agency is currently the most powerful.

But it's been to no avail, because so far they haven't been able to do anything to the counterfeit money ring.

They didn't even know the exact location of the counterfeit money ring's real headquarters.

Ding Ding!

The office phone rang, and Beckbarnes glanced at the caller ID, his expression changing drastically.

The call came from the White House.

The displayed value is 01.

Good heavens, this is terrible!

"Hello, Mr. President, I am Baker Barnes."

George Herbert called personally, and Beckbarnes could only answer the phone obsequiously.

"Barnes, what exactly are you trying to do? Can't your intelligence agency even do its job properly? A counterfeit money ring has been keeping you completely in the dark for so long, why haven't you brought them to justice yet?"

The president's harsh rebuke left Baker Barnes feeling very wronged.

Doesn't he want to catch the counterfeit money ring?

The problem is that the counterfeit money syndicate is cunning and their operation plan is very meticulous.

The intelligence agency, together with the security agency and the investigation agency, set up several traps, but none of them yielded any good results.

At best, they managed to shut down the counterfeit money ring's sales force, but they didn't manage to capture them alive.

It seems that these counterfeit money syndicates are well aware that if they get caught, they will suffer a fate worse than death, which is why they are so desperate.

Beckbarnes even suspected that the families of these salespeople had been threatened, otherwise it would be impossible for each of them to be so fearless.

As long as you have family, you will inevitably have weaknesses.

"You have three months to dismantle the counterfeit money ring, or you'll have to resign."

Snapped!
The call ended, and Beckbarnes didn't even have a chance to refute it.

He felt wronged, but the other party was the president, so what could he do?
Last time it was six months, now it's only three months. Haha, he really can't take it anymore.

If that's the case, then he'll definitely make a quick buck and run.

With a livid expression, Baker Barnes kicked Prometheus and Roland Morgan out of the office, then took out a special cell phone and sent a message.

He's in this position now, and could be dismissed at any moment; the phrase "living hand to hand" perfectly describes his precarious situation. "Mr. Russell, what's the news today?"

Meanwhile, on a golf course outside Washington, D.C., Rydracel, who was playing golf, smiled immediately after receiving the text message.

He casually deleted the message and then called other people to notify them.

The intelligence agency's rapid acquisition of this information did not surprise Ledraselle.

What surprised him was Beckbarnes, who, when he turned to betrayal, completely sold out his employer.

Driven by greed, Baker Barnes was willing to do almost anything, selling any kind of intelligence.

A few minutes later, Beckbarnes received a call from a Swiss bank informing him that he had received an eight million dollar transfer to one of his private accounts.

"Hello, may I ask where this bank account for the transfer came from?"

"I'm sorry, we need to protect our clients' privacy. No one is allowed to inquire about this!"

After thinking for a moment, Beckbarnes hung up the phone.

He did not pressure the Swiss bank, nor could he pressure the country.

They are neutral; what's the point of contacting them?
Moreover, even if he finds the corresponding bank, he may not be able to find the real boss behind it.

There are simply too many such methods to hide oneself.

Beckbarnes is now only interested in making money and nothing else.

New York, Federal Reserve headquarters.

As the chairman of the Federal Reserve, Gary Maker was subjected to a barrage of criticism.

The shareholders behind the Federal Reserve are all very angry and frustrated.

How long has it been since the latest version of the US dollar was released?

This is unbelievable! I've never heard of anything like it.

unacceptable!

"Damn counterfeit money ring, don't let me catch you, or else..."

Gary Makeke was furious and said a lot of harsh words, but he didn't take any concrete action.

Nobody knows exactly where this counterfeit money syndicate, Super Dollar Factory, is located.

Even the salesperson couldn't be caught alive, which shows that this counterfeit money group has formed an extremely strict system.

I'd rather die than be captured alive.

Strict discipline!

It's even stricter than their American intelligence agencies.

what is it now?
Also in New York, on the other side of the city, in a secluded villa, lives the true master of the city.

Old Morgan and his friends gathered together again for a chat.

The topic they are discussing now is how to handle this case involving the counterfeit money ring.

“I think the investigation should be reopened. Both the California and Texas conglomerates have denied being involved in the counterfeit money ring, but I still feel they're hiding something.”

"William, what's the point? The key is they won't admit it. What can we do to get them to acknowledge it?"

“John is right. We can’t just guess about this. These financial groups in California have a lot of power. We can’t let them cause trouble easily, otherwise someone else will take advantage of us.”

"Nikolaus, you're talking without understanding the situation. Come on, tell me what method you want to use? I'm all ears!"

The group of people started arguing after only a few words.

No one was willing to concede to anyone else; everyone held their own opinions and argued with each other.

Such is human nature.

Old Morgan tapped the table, coughed, and said:
"Gentlemen, perhaps we should consult our think tank and arrange for more people to conduct a covert investigation. Only in this way can we possibly catch the counterfeit money ring."

"Tch, old Morgan, I think you're getting senile."

John Rockefeller immediately and without hesitation scoffed:

"You need to understand, this so-called think tank is nothing more than a bunch of charlatans. What can they do? They might be okay with doing something worthwhile, but asking them to catch a counterfeit money ring? Ha!"

William DuPont suddenly said:
"I agree with old Morgan's saying; perhaps three cobblers are as good as one Zhuge Liang."

"On the other hand, a secret investigation is definitely much better than the current large-scale, high-profile investigation, as it can avoid unnecessary accidents."

"Besides, internet technology is developing very rapidly now, and we also need to be extra careful about those secret wiretapping and surveillance. I'm worried that every conversation we old guys have could be discovered."

Bang!
John Rockefeller was so angry that he threw the cup in his hand away.

The exquisite porcelain was instantly smashed to pieces.

It is said that this porcelain piece was once the imperial water cup of an ancient emperor of a great country in the Far East. It is extremely exquisite and is also an antique.

Of course, there are no inscriptions on this antique, so its value can only be described as average.

In a large country in the Far East, artifacts with written records and those without are valued vastly different.

Even a broken stone with inscriptions is a cultural treasure and is extremely important.

Conversely, without written records, no matter how exquisite and beautiful it is, it is just an ordinary cultural relic, possessing only certain reference value, nothing more.

For John D. Rockefeller, it was even less significant.

He was now glaring angrily at William DuPont:

"What are you saying, you bastard? This is my house. Not even a single bug can fly in. I don't believe that a bug can be disguised with high technology."

John D. Rockefeller lived for many years and saw many gadgets used by so-called secret agents, but those gadgets were really nothing to write home about.

It's impossible to break into his villa.

The entire villa looks like an antique from the last century, but the interior decoration is extremely luxurious.

He doesn't live here every day; he still does multiple rounds of cleaning on weekdays.

It's impossible for even a mosquito to fly into this villa.

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that in a street cafe next to the villa, someone was using a remote control to operate an insect drone, lurking near the central air conditioning vent of the room where they were.

From this vantage point, you can capture a complete picture of Morgan and his group.

Besides this air vent, there are several other places where two insect-shaped drones were replaced.

There are quite a few drones like this in the vicinity.

They are used alternately and replaced occasionally.

Because the battery life is not long.

"Fuck, John, are you crazy?"

The cup shattered right at his feet, leaving it broken and tattered, which startled William DuPont, turning his face slightly pale.

He's getting old and can't handle such sudden shocks.

It's so scary.

Whether he's crazy or not, everyone knows.

However, John Rockefeller would certainly not act so recklessly.

Besides, this group of people has already 'retired' from the public eye and no longer works in the underworld.

Outsiders could never guess that they are the ones controlling the world from behind the scenes.

"John, you should change the people around more often. It'll be better to play it safe."

Old Morgan said earnestly:

People will change eventually!

"Alright, let's get back to this. The counterfeit money ring is incredibly dangerous. They probably already have over six hundred billion dollars in assets. Such a powerful group is rare even on a global scale."

"Although they might hide, how can they hide such a large sum of money?"

At this point, Nicholas Mellon made another foolish mistake:
"We should be able to hide, since they frequently trade gold. A large amount of gold from the Rand Central Gold Mine in South Africa is traded away by them every year."

The Rand Central Gold Mine produces at least 800 tons of gold annually.

It's worth noting that the entire United States boasts only eight thousand tons of gold reserves.

The Rand Central Gold Mine could produce output comparable to that of the United States in just ten years.

Holding all that gold, they travel around the world, and who knows where all that money ends up?

A lot of data is impossible to collect.

Moreover, counterfeit money syndicates operate in the dark world to conduct cash transactions. Where the funds ultimately go after each such transaction is impossible to trace, and effective oversight is impossible.

"Therefore, we still need to investigate those companies in California, Texas, and the European consortium."

After William DuPont finished speaking, John Rockefeller suddenly said:

"Do you think it's possible that this was done by an external conglomerate? Like Great Britain, or Japan?"

John Rockefeller believed that Japan, in particular, was still a very likely candidate.

As is well known, Japan is an island nation with very few resources, and it has to import all kinds of minerals, coal, oil, natural gas, food and so on.

Japan's six major conglomerates possess enormous power both globally and overseas.

In the United States alone, the Mitsui, Mitsubishi, and Sumitomo conglomerates each possess assets of at least 30 billion US dollars.

They may have even more assets hidden now.

Gold is a universal currency, and the Mitsui Group and others have a number of banking systems.

All they need to do is deposit gold into banks, making it the banks' ballast, and then they can raise even more funds, right?

It's even possible to launder this money with ease.

Hearing John Rockefeller's analysis, Morgan and the others were even more troubled.

Because if you calculate it this way, it seems like the whole world is our enemy!

What should I do?
We can't possibly investigate every single one of them, can we?

I'm afraid that if we make too many enemies, it will give California, Texas, European financial groups, Cleveland financial groups, Boston financial groups and others an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Fake!

My head is splitting with pain!
"Let's ask the think tank for a solution. We have so many headaches. Is this a real retirement or just a sham retirement?"

My life is more important!
Thinking too much can easily lead to mental exhaustion and illness, resulting in premature death.

Ugh!
Difficult!

The Hideb base on the Somali peninsula.

Wang Duoyu was preparing to leave, and this time he was going to take all the technical data of the Tu-160 bomber with him.

Before entering, he also said to Nurbagansky, the Tu-160 bomber commander:

“Mr. Nurbagansky, your choice was absolutely correct, and I believe you will not regret it.”

"But I hope you can work harder and develop an improved version of the bomber as soon as possible, or I might catch up with you."

Nurbagansky knew the identity of the yellow-skinned man from the Far East before him; he was very distinguished, so he dared not underestimate him.

He said with exceptional respect:
"Professor Wang, I'm sure you won't surpass me."

Even though he used to live in Moscow for many years and was relatively isolated from news.

But he had still heard of Wang Duoyu's identity, after all, he was the world's number one mathematician, and his identity was extraordinary.

It is said to be comparable to historical figures such as Gauss and Euler.

However, Nurbagansky was not involved in the mathematics community, so he did not fully understand Wang Duoyu's status in the mathematics world.

The plane taxied from Hidab Airport and then took off.

Wang Duoyu finally left the Somali peninsula.

He has already visited this place twice this year and hopes to have more opportunities to leave China in the future.

It's not that things are bad in China, but rather that he hopes to break free from the 'confinement' imposed on him by the Americans.

Although he dared not leave the country openly and swaggeringly, it wouldn't be a big problem for him to go out secretly.

Two days later, the plane landed smoothly at the Ali Camp Airport on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

Another day passed before Wang Duoyu's private jet finally departed, successfully arriving at Yanjiagang Airport in Harbin.

Compared to more than a decade ago, Yanjiagang Airport has become much better.

The terminal building is very well decorated and has a modern style.

Furthermore, the airport has begun expanding with a third runway because the daily passenger throughput is too large, necessitating expansion.

Harbin is currently the most populous city in the entire Far East.
As the most economically developed city, and with only one airport in Yanjiagang, it naturally becomes the busiest.

Wang Duoyu's plane was parked on its private tarmac, and then the car that was picking him up drove over and parked next to the plane.

He didn't need to go through the terminal; he appeared directly on the airport tarmac without even going through security.

Since Wang Duoyu is someone who needs protection, why would he need any security checks?

On the contrary, any other unidentified people who try to get close to him will definitely be subjected to a security check by Yuan Zuliang and his team.

Harbin Institute of Technology, Weizigou Campus, the island in the middle of the lake.

The house was lively for a while after Wang Duoyu returned.

Then Liu Xiaoli complained:

"You said you'd only be gone for a week before you left, but almost half a month has passed now. Wang Duoyu, you're really something. Are you avoiding me?"

Wang Duoyu: “.”

How old are you? Why are you still so childish?
That evening, Wang Duoyu gave Liu Xiaoli a good scolding, and only then did she quiet down like a kitten, nestled in his arms.

"Duoyu, what should I do if I get pregnant again?"

Upon hearing her say that, Wang Duoyu immediately took her pulse.

At this moment, he was even more grateful that he had studied medicine, otherwise he might have been fooled by her.

You already have five children, do you want to have more?
"Xiaoli, do you really think of yourself as a sow?"

Snapped!
Liu Xiaoli was so angry that she punched him, and said angrily and embarrassingly:

"Are you kidding me? How can you describe your wife like that? You're the pig!"

Unfortunately, Wang Duoyu has a great figure and isn't a fat pig, so she couldn't complain about him, let alone cause him much harm.

"Okay, okay, I'm a pig, alright?"

Wang Duoyu rolled his eyes and coaxed:
"Why do you like having so many children? Aren't we enough with all these kids in our family?"

"With such a large fortune, someone has to inherit it, right?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Duoyu fell silent.

How much wealth does he have?
There are indeed many, but the vast majority are things that cannot be brought to light, or rather, things that should not be brought to light.

If it's only tens of millions of RMB, then it doesn't matter.

The problem is that Wang Duoyu currently has at least 300 billion US dollars on hand, which is definitely over one trillion yuan.

Such a huge sum of money was certainly terrifying at that time in 1995.

"Forget it, there's no need to have so many children."

Wang Duoyu hugged her tighter and said:

"Giving birth was already difficult for you, have you forgotten what happened when you had your third child? And then you had Xixi right after that, your body was already very weak."

"You should be a little selfish and think about me. What am I supposed to do if something happens to you?"

bah bah bah!
Liu Xiaoli finally gave up the idea of ​​having more children.

However, she also had many ideas of her own.

Perhaps she is no longer suited to have more children, but she will definitely focus on raising her own child.

She had four children in total. Wang Jun'an and Wang Jun'kang were sons, and one of them would definitely inherit the family business.

As for her two daughters, Wang Yifei has already decided to enter the entertainment industry and become a singer and actress.

There's still Bai Doufu left. Although she's still very young, her young age also makes her more malleable.

Perhaps we could also train Bai Doufu to become a successful businesswoman.

Wang Duoyu listened to her plans and couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

The more you pressure your children and impose your own views on them, the more counterproductive it will be.

"Why don't you learn from your mistakes? Have you forgotten about Sisi? Did she follow your instructions?"

Liu Xiaoli did try to arrange things with Wang Yifei, but the little one wouldn't listen.

This is how Wang Yifei refuted it at the time:
"Since my family is already so rich, I won't squander it. Can't I do some things that I like?"

An eight-year-old child, clearly still young, but the little guy weighs at least 50 pounds and has at least 51 pounds of rebellious spirit.

Given her rebellious nature, Liu Xiaoli didn't dare to push her any further.

What's more, Wang Duoyu was also trying to sabotage her, which allowed Wang Yifei to get what she wanted.

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Liu Xiaoli said defiantly.

"Let nature take its course, guide them slowly, and don't impose our ideas on them. Let Bai Doufu grow up healthy and happy."

"What if she follows her sister's example?"

"We'll talk about the future later. You always have so many worries. Go to sleep, aren't you tired?"

"I'm not sleepy, you can go to sleep."

That night, Liu Xiaoli had an unusual bout of insomnia.

The next day, she appeared before everyone with a panda eye.

Wang Junhong and the others were stunned. What happened?

The children didn't think too much about it and were easily fooled by Liu Xiaoli.

It's the weekend, and the family is going on a picnic in the countryside.

It's already late September, and winter has arrived in the north. The heating has been turned on in homes, and it's quite chilly.

Let's go on a picnic while it's still not too cold outside.

And at this time, the scenery outside is still very beautiful.

In late autumn, many plants are in full bloom, their vibrant colors creating a picturesque scene.

"Dad, let me sing you a song. It's a song I just learned last week." (End of Chapter)