Chapter 350: Do What You Want

“If you want to do it, do it.”

Wang Deming stopped rolling the dough and said encouragingly, "No matter what industry you three want to work in, you must find one that you like."

"It's just a temporary liking, you can change it later. Our family's financial resources are definitely enough for you to toss around."

"In fact, I asked you to work in the several group companies I invested in because I was worried that you would be bored at home. Women should also have their own careers."

He looked at the children playing with dough nearby and said, "The most difficult thing in the world is to have a job or career that you love."

"As for wealth, Xiaoru may not have experienced it since she was a child, but you two should be very impressed, right? If you look at history, you will know that there is no family in this world that has been undefeated for a thousand years. At most, it can only last for a few hundred years.

People cannot go against the trend in their lives, so if your family has a lot of money, you will definitely have no worries about food and clothing for two or three lifetimes, but you must never become a slave to money. Money is just a number after a certain point."

Zhang Shouchun and Jin Yuqing were indeed deeply touched. One of them was a descendant of the Qing Dynasty's Prince Qing's Mansion, and the other was a descendant of the Minister of the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Prime Minister. They really witnessed the decline of the wealthy family.
Although it was the Republic of China when they were old enough to understand, the rules and style of the mansion were still there. After that, things went from bad to worse.

To be honest, it was thanks to the founding of New China, otherwise families like them would not have escaped the exploitation of the four major families of the Republic of China.

Especially if the descendants are not ambitious and start smoking opium, their family will be completely ruined. The reason why the descendants of the Natong family in Jinyu Hutong and the Zengchong family in Qinlao Hutong were able to retain their family property before the founding of the People's Republic of China was that they did not smoke opium.

Wang Rongqiu and Wang Siye, descendants of Jilu, the Minister of the Imperial Household Department and the owner of Mahua Hutong, sold their last shelter, and the seven-story courtyard is now the Central Broadcasting Station.

In addition, since the public-private partnership, the emerging national bourgeoisie in the country has been transformed and also integrated into the general public. How can there be any business that can be passed down for three generations?

Of course, new classes will emerge in due course and gradually rise.
However, Zhang Shouchun and the others were not aware of this at the time, and they agreed with Wang Deming's words.

Zhang Shouchun waved his hands excitedly, flour flying everywhere: "Hey, Yuqing, Huairu, how about the three of us set up a film company? Each of us has a check for one million US dollars."

"When the time comes, we will make some movies that reflect the suffering of the working people and class exploitation. We want to educate the people of Hong Kong to wake up!"

"Um, will anyone here watch it?" Jin Yuqing was a little unsure. "If you really like it, you can use my 100 million US dollars. I don't like to interact with people in the film industry, but it's fine now."

Zhang Shouchun was a little disappointed and asked Qin Huairu: "Huairu, what about you?"

Qin Huairu glanced at Wang Deming with her big eyes, lowered her head while making dumplings and said, "I want to use my $100 million to buy a building and collect rent."

"Hey, your two ideas are really boring. It's good to have some fun when you're bored at work!"

Wang Deming didn't want to discourage Zhang Shouchun's enthusiasm. "Haha, let me call Li Hanxiang tomorrow and ask him to talk to you about the current Hong Kong movies."

"Didn't we talk about buying a theater last time? Find someone to prepare for it after the New Year. Huairu's 100 million US dollars should be enough to buy 4 theaters, and put them in your name. Yuqing's 100 million US dollars can be used to open a costume, props, and advertising company to provide logistics for the film company. As for Shouchun, open a film company and shoot whatever you want."

Over the years, Wang Deming has become very adept at managing the harem. With just two sentences, he made everything clear and everyone was happy.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the midnight has arrived and everything is renewed. Wang Deming takes the children to set off firecrackers on the lawn of the manor. The children are timid and they claps their hands to create the atmosphere, with laughter everywhere.

We eat dumplings after the firecrackers. On New Year’s Eve, we eat dumplings with pure vegetarian fillings as usual. All the rooms in the manor are lit, and Wang Deming, the patriarch, leads everyone to keep watch in the living room.

After the children finished eating their dumplings and were so sleepy, Tao Jie and Bai Ma took them back to the bedroom. Wang Deming opened his arms, hugged his three beloved wives, and lay on the sofa to chat.

"Hey, Deming, we are going to burn incense to our ancestors at dawn tomorrow. Have you prepared the ancestral tablets?"

"Oh, this is really not prepared. Then we can burn incense and kowtow to the north."

"It's the only way. When we were little, we could only kneel at the entrance of the ancestral hall, Yuqing, right? Hey, Huairu, is it the same in your family?"

"Um"

Soon, even breathing sounds came one after another.

Wang Deming gently moved the arms of the three girls away, found a thin quilt to cover them, and sat alone in the living room quietly until dawn.

The first New Year’s Eve since arriving in Hong Kong passed like this, and the next day the whole family went out to pay New Year’s greetings.

Mr. Huo's house was very lively, with Mr. Huo's mother, brothers and sisters, and a big family gathered together.

After Wang Deming led his wives and children to pay New Year's greetings to Mrs. Huo and Mr. Huo, he went to visit Bao, Dong, Chen, and Zhou, all the investors and partners.

I took the children to receive red envelopes and also gave out red envelopes.

I didn't go to Mr. Shao's house. After all, I had only met him once and had a meal with him. We had never done business together, so we were not very familiar with each other.

While paying New Year's greetings, we also arranged meeting times with several families.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, everyone gathered together, including Wang Deming, Mr. Huo, Mr. Bao and others, and met at the Jockey Club in Hong Kong Island.

Previously, all the boxes at the Jockey Club were owned by the British. After the three-story stands were expanded to seven stories in 57, the Chinese also had their own boxes.

In the grandstand box on the top floor of the 7th floor, the adults were chatting while the wives and children were looking down at the horse races with binoculars.

"Mr. Bao, has the loan amount approved by HSBC for you in 61 come through? I just got a low-interest loan of 7000 million US dollars. Now is a period of great development in shipping, and we still need to increase orders from the shipyards in Japan."

"De Ming, you can't just think about Mr. Bao and not think about us at OOCL. We are also short of money to buy a ship!"

"Haha, what? Am I the only one here to give De Ming 60 years of dividends? De Ming, or do you want our cotton mill to continue to expand?"

"The cotton mill can't fall behind."

"Haha, I think I still have more than 5000 million US dollars in cash in HSBC and Citibank. The Hong Kong stock market is too small now, and the circulating shares of the major foreign banks are also small. I just threw away the 5% I received. If I took more, those four families would find out. The American stock market is also in a state of limbo now."

Mr. Huo suddenly said, "Hey, do you think the British devils will be frightened if we have a party here?"

"No," Wang Deming said with a disdainful smile, "Even though the British devils are shouting loudly, they have given up on Hong Kong so far. Otherwise, the middle and lower level gangs would not be rampant."

(End of this chapter)