It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

For the next two days, Wei Xun was completely overwhelmed.

The international trade situation suddenly worsened, and the export tax policy caused previously profitable projects to shrink instantly.

Several long-term overseas clients have suspended placing orders, citing excessively high costs and the need to reassess their cooperation plans.

Domestic customers are just as difficult to deal with.

Wei Xun, accompanied by Qing Lin, visited each household in turn, humbling himself to communicate and promising to offer discounts and improve services, but all he received were polite refusals.

"President Wei, it's not that we don't want to cooperate, it's just that the overall environment is not good, and we have to scale back our operations."

"Mr. Wei, let's wait and see about the subsequent orders. Let's talk about it again when the market stabilizes."

Wei Xun had heard similar words no less than ten times.

Every time he stepped out of a client's office and looked at the bustling streets outside, he felt a surge of irritation.

The Wei Group was founded by my great-grandfather and has been passed down for five generations.

Wei Xun's father died early, and his grandfather only called him back to China to take over the job this year after he retired.

He had always wanted to achieve something and prove that he was no less capable than his grandfather, but now he was in an unprecedented predicament.

In the afternoon, Wei Xun came out of the last supplier's office.

The other party was adamant, refusing to lower the price and demanding full payment in advance, otherwise they would stop supplying goods.

The negotiations ended badly, and Wei Xun got into his car with a livid face.

Just then, the phone rang, and Mr. Shen's name appeared on the screen.

Mr. Shen is a well-known conglomerate owner in Nancheng, and he holds considerable resources.

Wei Xun's heart skipped a beat, thinking it might be a turning point in his business, and he quickly answered the phone: "Hello, Mr. Shen."

"Mr. Wei, what are you busy with?" Mr. Shen's tone on the other end of the phone was relaxed, showing no sign of discussing business.

Wei Xun suppressed his eagerness and softened his tone: "Mr. Shen, what advice do you have for me while I'm out doing business?"

"I wouldn't call it giving you any pointers, just a casual chat," Mr. Shen said with a smile, as they talked about golf and imported wines.

Wei Xun patiently talked to him.

Then, Mr. Shen casually remarked, "Speaking of which, my housekeeper bought a cake from our neighborhood the other day. She said it was made by a young man, and it tasted really good. Later, I heard from the housekeeper that the young man was from your family?"

Wei Xun paused for a moment, then instantly realized that Mr. Shen was referring to Nan Yan.

A wave of embarrassment washed over him. He hadn't expected that Nan Yan, who was selling cakes in the neighborhood, would end up selling them to Mr. Shen's home.

The owners of Huayao Mansion are all wealthy and influential people. Nan Yan's actions are extremely disrespectful.

"Please excuse the child, Mr. Shen. He's just a child being silly and ignorant." Wei Xun's tone was a bit stiff.

"No, no, no, the cake was indeed delicious." Mr. Shen didn't seem to mind. "I just found it quite interesting. It's rare to see such capable young people these days."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Wei Xun hung up the phone, his irritation only intensifying.

He took out his phone and dialed Nan Yan's number.

The call was quickly answered, and Nan Yan's voice was filled with excitement: "Sir, are you coming back? I had a very pleasant talk with my therapist today..."

"Nan Yan, stop selling cakes in the neighborhood." Wei Xun interrupted him angrily, "Don't you feel ashamed to show your face in front of those people for a little money? I, Wei Xun, am not so poor that I need you to make money by selling cakes."

Nan Yan on the other end of the phone went silent instantly.

Nan Yan was silent for a few seconds, then said timidly, "Sir, I... I just wanted to prove that I was useful, and I didn't want to keep troubling you."

"I don't need you to prove yourself this way." Wei Xun's tone became even more impatient: "Stay home, do as I say, see the doctor on time, and stop doing these disgraceful things."

"Yes, sir." Nan Yan's voice was choked with emotion.

"Alright, that's settled."

"Sir!" Nan Chun quickly said, "Sir, when will you be back? What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you."

"I won't be back tonight, I have things to do at the company." Wei Xun said, and hung up the phone before Nan Yan could say anything else.

After hanging up the phone, Wei Xun tossed his phone onto the passenger seat, took a deep breath, but still couldn't suppress the irritation in his heart.

He knew he had been too harsh, but the thought of Nan Yan being talked about for selling cakes in the neighborhood made him feel uncomfortable.

That night, Wei Xun managed to get some sleep on the plane.

The next morning, Wei Xun convened a board meeting and proposed a bold plan—to abandon some of the low-profit export business, instead focus on cultivating the domestic market, while increasing R&D investment and launching a series of new products.

This plan requires substantial financial support and also means taking on considerable risks, but only in this way can we cope with the current crisis.

Unexpectedly, the plan was met with unanimous opposition from the veterans of the Wei Group.

"Mr. Wei, this plan is too risky. The domestic market is very competitive now, and it is too risky to make a sudden transformation."

"Giving up the export business is like cutting off a leg of the company. If the domestic market doesn't take off, the company will be finished."

"Let's play it safe and wait for the market to improve."

The elders all voiced their opposition, one after another.

Wei Xun argued his case logically, analyzing the current situation and explaining the necessity of transformation, but the elders wouldn't listen at all.

The meeting lasted all morning, but ultimately ended in discord.

Wei Xun sat in the empty conference room, feeling a sense of powerlessness.

The elders are all people from his grandfather's generation. They hold a portion of the shares and have considerable influence. Without their support, his plan simply cannot be implemented.

In desperation, Wei Xun could only think of one solution—to go to the old Wei family residence and ask his grandfather, Wei Dezhao, to come forward and support him.

He asked Qinglin to prepare a generous gift, and in the afternoon, he drove to the Wei family's old residence.

Returning here again, his feelings were complicated.

The last time he came, he had a big fight with his grandfather and they parted on bad terms. This time, however, he had to humbly apologize and beg.

The car stopped in front of the old house, and the servant respectfully opened the door.

Wei Xun carried the gifts and entered the main house. His grandfather, Wei Dezhao, was sitting on the mahogany sofa in the living room drinking tea, while his grandmother, He Mei, was sitting next to him reading a book.

"Grandpa, Grandma," Wei Xun said respectfully as he walked over.

Wei Dezhao raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and said nothing, his face still looking grim.

He Mei quickly put down the book in her hand, stood up with a smile, and said, "Xun'er is here, please sit down. You must be tired from your journey. Uncle Juan, bring some tea and snacks."

Wei Xun sat down, placed the gift on the coffee table, and said sincerely, "Grandpa, what happened last time was my fault. I shouldn't have talked back to you and made you angry. I came today to apologize to you."

Wei Dezhao snorted, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and still didn't say anything.

He Mei tried to smooth things over, saying, "De Zhao, Xun'er has already apologized, so don't be angry. Young people are bound to act impulsively."

Wei Dezhao put down his teacup and looked at Wei Xun: "An apology is all it takes? Do you know how absurd what you did that day? Bringing a stranger home and daring to talk back to me? Don't you even respect me as your grandfather?"

"It was my fault." Wei Xun lowered his head and continued to admit his mistake: "I will be more careful in the future and will not make you angry again."

Seeing his sincere attitude, Wei Dezhao's expression softened slightly: "It's good that you know you're wrong. Tell me, besides apologizing, what else did you come to me for today?"

Wei Xun quickly explained the company's predicament and his own plan, and finally pleaded, "Grandpa, the company urgently needs funds and your support. As long as you step forward to persuade those veterans, the plan can be implemented, and the company will definitely be able to overcome the difficulties."

After listening, Wei Dezhao remained silent for a moment before slowly saying, "I can intervene, but you have to promise me one thing."

"Grandpa, you said you would do it, as long as I can do it," Wei Xun said quickly.

"You're thirty years old this year, it's time to settle down." Wei Dezhao's tone was serious: "I've already spoken to the Dou family. You should fly to Country B as soon as possible and propose to Miss Dou Jieyin."