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Tears finally welled up in her eyes, but Lin Miaomiao stubbornly refused to wipe them away, letting them hang clearly on her cheeks.

"Dad, you don't understand him at all!" Her voice trembled with sobs, but it was unusually clear. "He traded futures not for speculation, but to accumulate enough initial capital in the shortest possible time to do what he really wanted to do: photovoltaic manufacturing."

"After making money, he immediately invested heavily in the research and development of diamond wire, aiming at the domestic substitution of photovoltaic silicon wafer cutting, which is the key cost reduction point that Wanhe needs to break through right now!"

"His analysis of the industry's predicament and solutions, and his analysis of the strategic opportunities hidden within the industry's downturn caused by anti-dumping and countervailing duties, were all based on in-depth research and clear logic. Every word he said was not empty talk, but judgment based on in-depth research!"

"On what basis do you dismiss everything about him based on a simple background check?"

"Anyone can talk the talk, walk the walk," Lin Guodong said, unmoved. In fact, his anger only grew stronger because of his daughter's retort. "I've been in this industry for almost thirty years, from polysilicon to module applications, which link haven't I personally handled?"

"I've heard so many grand plans and groundbreaking ideas that they could fill this room!"

"Miaomiao, to truly run a business, especially in manufacturing, you can't just write a few fancy business plans and come up with some impressive-sounding titles."

"In manufacturing, you can only take it one step at a time, endure loneliness, withstand pressure, and even swallow humiliation! You have to improve yield rates step by step in the workshop, gradually reduce costs with suppliers, and smile through the pressure from banks and investors. This is the path of manufacturing!"

"A technological breakthrough?"

"If the localization of core technologies like diamond wire cutting could be easily achieved by a young person speculating in futures, throwing money at it, and assembling a team, then the technology would have been commonplace long ago. Would he even have the chance to 'seize the opportunity'?"

"Our entire domestic photovoltaic industry, from equipment to materials, is constantly looking up to and chasing after foreign countries. How much of the technological barriers, patent traps, and financial black holes has a young, inexperienced person like him witnessed? How much of it can he bear?"

"Success isn't achieved by being clever, hyping up a few trending concepts, or talking big in front of girls!"

"He's not trying to be clever!" Lin Miaomiao almost shouted, all her upbringing and restraint collapsing in the face of her father's stubborn prejudice.

"The 'opportunity' he saw wasn't some abstract concept of a trend; it was a real technological pain point, a cost bottleneck, and a fragile link in the supply chain!"

"His family's factory in Zhenjiang, in order to transform and support his project, gritted their teeth and purchased three of the most advanced CNC machine tools from Germany!"

"The R&D team he assembled in Suzhou for the diamond wire project consists of core engineers and university professors with many years of experience! Every step he takes is guided by clear planning and solid commitment!"

"Dad, you can't judge him and dismiss him with such prejudice just because he doesn't come from the kind of 'aristocratic family' you value, or because he doesn't have a distinguished background or a conventional resume!"

"You may not be optimistic about him, and you can judge him by the standards you used to strive for, but please don't use prejudices about his 'background' and 'age' to dismiss all his efforts and potential."

His daughter's fierce rebuttal plunged Lin Guodong into a brief silence.

Looking into her red eyes and the stubborn, unyielding expression on her face, he seemed to see a reflection of his younger self.

That headstrong young man who, disregarding everyone's objections, resolutely invested his entire fortune in the photovoltaic industry, which was then considered a "laboratory toy." He shared the same stubbornness and the same unwavering belief that he saw a future others couldn't.

It was precisely because he had walked this path and knew how fraught with danger and thorns it was that he was even more terrified.

He was not afraid of business risks, but he was afraid that his daughter would place her emotions and future on a young man walking on the edge of a cliff.

That uncertainty, and the potential upheavals and pain that might follow, is what a father finds hardest to bear.

"Miaomiao," his tone finally softened, revealing a deep weariness, but his determination remained unchanged.

"It's not that Dad looks down on his background, it's that Dad is worried about you. You're still too young, you act on your emotions, and you tend to only see the superficial glamour of people and things."

"This Jiang Haoran may indeed possess extraordinary courage and vision, but the path he has chosen is too dangerous and fraught with uncertainty, like dancing on a knife's edge. I don't want you to get involved, and I especially don't want you to be harmed in the future."

He walked up to his daughter and reached out to pat her shoulder, but Lin Miaomiao subconsciously turned slightly to the side.

Lin Guodong's hand paused in mid-air for a moment before falling, with very little force.

"Listen to me, keep your distance from him for now. Focus on your studies, and after graduation, settle down and work for the company. Dad will gradually hand over the reins to you."

"As for relationships... you will meet more suitable and stable people in the future, and they will give you a peaceful and secure future."

Lin Miaomiao raised her head, her vision blurred by tears, but through the shimmering water, she looked at her father's worried yet stubborn face, and the strength supporting her in her heart became clearer and clearer.

That's not rebellion, but a firm conviction that comes from within.

"Dad," she said, her voice soft but firm, "I will not leave him. Not only will I not leave, but I will do everything in my power to support him and help him realize his vision."

She raised her hand and forcefully wiped away the tears on her face, her eyes becoming clear and resolute: "And one day, I will prove to you that you misjudged him. He will not only not be a burden to me, but will also be a partner on my path forward."

After saying that, she stopped looking at her father's face, which had instantly turned from shock to even greater worry. She turned around and ran quickly up the stairs, leaving behind the heavy silence in the living room and her father's long, helpless, and worried sigh.

The door was tightly closed. She leaned against the door panel and slowly slid down onto the carpet.

The pain of feeling wronged, angry, and misunderstood swept over her again, but soon, the moonlight by Lugu Lake, his calm words, his warm and solid embrace, and the words "I will always be your strongest support" surged up like a tide, soothing those sharp emotions.

She picked up her phone; the screen still displayed the message he had sent her yesterday when she arrived in Shanghai: "Have you arrived? Get some rest."

Her fingertips twitched; she wanted to tell him everything that had just happened, to draw strength from him. But after typing a few lines, she deleted them word by word.

No, now is not the time. She cannot let her family pressures become a burden for him.

The technical challenges and market competition he faces are already difficult enough.

What she needs to do is to become stronger and more powerful, just like him.

First, it starts with understanding and supporting his career.

Lin Miaomiao took a deep breath, turned on her computer, and began searching for all technical information, industry reports, and market analyses related to "diamond wire," "silicon wafer cutting," and "photovoltaic cost reduction."

Under the lamplight, the tear tracks on her face had dried, leaving only focused concentration. She knew that true proof came not from verbal arguments, but from actions and results.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Jiang Haoran was completely unaware of the storm that was brewing at the Lin family's home.