The next day.
Afternoon.
In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the closing ceremony ended. Reflecting on the past few days, the wealthy people from various countries were as happy as always, spending their days drinking wine, chatting, strolling around, and it was much like a vacation.
Of course.
There were also busy individuals like Tang Qing.
"Goodbye."
"Bye!"
"See you next year."
"..."
After saying goodbye.
They each went their separate ways, similar to how they ca, taking a car or train back to Zurich, then flying away, and so would wander through European countries, as enjoying life is their norm.
Villa.
"Alright."
Ma Yun dragged the suitcase downstairs.
"Let’s go."
Tang Qing stood up.
Preparing for the next stop, he had previously promised Yu Sheng to visit the Yu Family, but he hadn’t had much ti in the past few days. So, they scheduled it for this afternoon, planning to leave after dinner and head back ho in the evening.
Today.
It was already the eighth day of the new year dostically.
Back to work.
...
Zurich.
Yu Family.
As the largest Chinese family in Switzerland, they were not short of money. Decades ago, they bought a large plot of land, mimicking the Arican Ge Family, and built a giant manor in the style of Zu Garden.
Little bridges.
Running water.
Pavilions.
Rockery.
A strong retro style.
The Yu Family valued Tang Qing’s arrival highly, almost all important figures ca, and the younger generation was also required to be ho, mainly to let them see what true young talent looks like.
Four o’clock.
At the door.
The Yu Family gave a grand welco.
"Here they co."
Imdiately.
Everyone’s spirit lifted, seeing a giant off-road vehicle approaching slowly from afar. The Yu Family also had one, mainly because they thought it looked imposing and practical, though it wasn’t used often.
"Imposing."
"Charming."
"I’ve heard he never travels with fewer than three cars, and indeed it’s true."
"Rich!"
"Hmm hmm."
"..."
The Yu Family juniors discussed among themselves, thinking a single off-road might be manageable, but here were three, with more cars behind, all bulletproof style— even the family’s head didn’t have such an entourage when going out.
No.
Even the President doesn’t have such an entourage when traveling.
For this.
They didn’t think being overly cautious was unnecessary; the ancestors said it well, to err on the side of caution is always wise. If nothing happens, everything is fine; if sothing happens, even imnse wealth couldn’t resolve it.
Be cautious.
No major errors.
Fear of death.
Is not shaful, only carelessness leading to death is shaful.
"Quiet."
The old man of the Yu Family reprimanded.
Instantly.
The younger ones dared not speak.
Soon.
The convoy stopped at the entrance.
Exiting the car.
Tang Qing saw the head of the Yu Family, the old man nearly eighty years old, who ca to Europe with his uncle as a teenager to seek a livelihood. In those days, it was imaginable how difficult it was for Chinese in Europe to make a living.
Fortunately.
The diligence of the Chinese.
Coupled with a stroke of good luck, seizing several opportunities, and accumulating vast wealth over the decades, generations of managent led to today’s prosperity, all without any dark history.
"Mr. Yu, sorry to bother you."
"No trouble at all..."
After a round of Huaxia-style pleasantries, Yu Guangzhi led Tang Qing inside, as outside, light snow was still falling. In the hall, the fireplace blazed warmly, and Yu Guangzhi began introducing the Yu family mbers.
"Yu Guangji, my younger brother."
"Yu Mingyuan, my eldest son, Yu Sheng’s father."
"..."
"Yu ng, Xiaosheng’s third sister."
"..."
Tang Qing smiled at each, shaking hands. Two mischievous girls among the lesser Yu family scratched his palm; growing up in the West, it was hard not to be influenced.
For this.
He rely smiled.
Ga.
Tang Qing wasn’t interested. Honestly, physical stimulation had long lost its hold on him, having cultivated for so long; his bodily control had gradually reached a ticulous level.
Is it useful?
Of course.
Such as suppressing nerves.
Holding off pain.
Like controlling emotions.
Staying calm.
Even.
Controlling hormone secretion, though not very precise yet, truthfully, if he were a bit wicked, he could have his brain secrete ’dopamine’ hormones 24 hours a day, which is considered a side effect of cultivation.
After all.
The long-term stimulation.
Montary stimulation.
Once accustod.
He might find gender affairs uninteresting, fearing he’d beco not like a ’normal person’. Tang Qing only tried this ability once, and within minutes, he never attempted it again.
After introductions.
"Xiaosheng here, though a few years older than you, is lacking in abilities in so regards. In the future, if there’s a chance, I hope you could guide him a bit. If he does anything wrong, please don’t hesitate."
Yu Sheng.
The legitimate eldest grandson of the Yu Family.
Naturally.
Yu Guangzhi wanted to pave the way for him.
Last year.
Yu Sheng graduated with a doctorate from Berlin University and began working in the family business, serving as his father’s assistant for half a year, and this cooperation with Tang Qing was Yu Sheng’s first project in charge.
"Mr. Yu, you’re too modest. I believe Yu’s abilities."
Good words.
Cost nothing.
Besides.
Yu Sheng is indeed quite capable. Over the years, although studying, he has not been on a typical track, holding a master’s in economics and business administration, truly not lacking.
"You flatter."
"He surely has much to learn from you."
Yu Guangzhi smiled.
Earlier.
He might have thought Tang Qing’s success could be due to luck, but hearing many friends speak of his performance at the Davos Banquet, plus this seemingly hasty yet thoroughly planned Hummingbird expansion.
To call it luck now would be self-deception.
"How have you been finding it here?"
"Quite well."
"I heard you long-term leased an ancient castle, that place is indeed nice. When the earl was still around, I often went there to attend banquets, many events from decades ago feel like yesterday."
"Ti, ruthless."
"Being young is truly wonderful."
"When I was young, I ca from dostic by ship, taking more than a month, having to live in the cabin. The conditions were so poor, nearly half died along the way, and they were just thrown overboard into the sea."
"The cabin’s sll, I still can’t forget it."
"Nowadays."
"Conditions are indeed much better, I constantly tell them to cherish it, everything now didn’t co easily."
"..."
Tang Qing chatted idly with Yu Guangzhi, as with any elder who enjoys reminiscing about the past, Tang Qing felt no impatience, humbly listening, whether in bitterness or hardship, it’s part of the other’s life story.
This scene.
He was prepared for long ago.
At this mont.
Tang Qing couldn’t help but think, a hundred years later... uh... he’d likely still be alive. His ’hundred years later’ is truly a hundred years later, recollecting today, wondering what would be worth rembering.
Power?
Wealth?
Education?
Abilities?
Connections?
Experiences?
They all seed not.
Perhaps.
His life, after all, is left for future people to comnt on.
What to say himself?
Saying I was striving to control the world economy at the ti? Saying I was digging gold mines worldwide underground? Saying I was supporting a country, controlling a currency? Cultivating Umbrellas globally? Starting more than one fire in the United States?
~~~
The scene.
Still too beautiful, to dare imagine.
So things.
Are better left buried in the heart.
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