Chapter 0559: Fighting Tigers, Brothers in Arms

Family-run businesses are actually a process that most Chinese entrepreneurs go through. After all, no one is an independent individual—by 'independent,' I mean having no attachments, no need to consider human relationships, and no need to care about the influence of relatives and friends.

After all, no matter what, the tradition of 'when one man gets to the top, all his friends and relatives get there with him' has been a tradition in China since ancient times, and Zhao Fusheng is no exception.

As Zhao's father's business grew better and better, relatives and friends on both sides would naturally find out sooner or later. Friends were easy to deal with, at most just a matter of personal connections, but when it came to relatives, unless someone could cut off all ties, blood relations could not be refused.

Rather than waiting for them to come knocking, making exorbitant demands, and causing unpleasantness for everyone, it was better to give them a clear path and let them choose for themselves.

As for whether they developed well or poorly, that would have nothing to do with him.

Standing by the pond and longing for fish is not as good as going back and making a net; giving a man a fish is not as good as teaching him to fish. Zhao Fusheng understood this principle very well.

In fact, last time, Zhao Fusheng had already asked his father to mention something to his second uncle and third uncle, but at that time everyone was still hesitant. After all, asking them to give up their current livelihoods and lives and switch to other projects was like a gamble, and anyone would hesitate.

But now, Zhao Fusheng felt that if they continued to hesitate, they wouldn't be worth helping.

Life always gives us an unexpected twist when we least expect it, even so abrupt that we are caught off guard and have no time to react.

When Zhao Fusheng and his grandfather arrived at his aunt's house, the families of his second uncle, third uncle, and eldest aunt had already arrived.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng, the elders were very happy and naturally exchanged pleasantries.

Old Mr. Zhao was strict in managing the family. Although they were not a wealthy family, he had taught his children from a young age that 'one character for Zhao cannot be written with two strokes'—no matter what, no matter whether life was good or bad, the family must be united.

Coupled with their honest natures, there were not many unpleasant incidents among Zhao Fusheng's relatives, and their relationships were very harmonious.

"Fusheng, since you're here for your internship, how long can you stay?" asked his aunt's husband.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "About three months or so."

"All at Hongqi Middle School?" asked his eldest aunt, Zhao Yuexian. She and her husband ran a small auto repair shop in the village, which, though small, was enough to make a living.

"Yeah, our school has a new rule this time: if the internship period is less than three months, we won't get our diplomas." Zhao Fusheng smiled and complained, "My mom said if I don't get my diploma, she won't recognize me as her son, so I have to stay here obediently for three months."

"Hahaha, sister-in-law is really funny," said his aunt, laughing.

"Funny? Sister-in-law is right. Nowadays, without a diploma, you can't do anything. When you look for a job, they all ask what your diploma is." His second aunt, whose surname was Zheng, could understand Zhao's mother's thinking.

Zhao Fusheng's second uncle and third uncle were both honest, simple farmers who made a living from farming every year. Although they weren't particularly capable, they weren't troublemakers either—they were down-to-earth people. The wives they married were naturally daughters of ordinary families.

"By the way, why is Hongqi Middle School called Hongqi Middle School?" asked his third aunt curiously. "As far as I can remember, it seems to have always been called that."

"Yeah, when I was in junior high, it seemed to be the same."

The elders quickly went off-topic and started discussing the origin of the name Hongqi Middle School.

Zhao Fusheng's mouth twitched, and he looked speechless, thinking to himself, 'Your ability to derail the conversation is just too strong.'

"What do you know? Our Yanjiang Township was originally called Hongqi Commune, and the school got its name from that," said the grandfather. "That's ancient history; you probably don't remember it."

The group exchanged glances and quickly began praising the old father for his exceptionally good memory.

But Zhao Fusheng felt something was off. Was it really necessary to make such a big deal out of such a trivial matter?

Yet seeing his grandfather's pleased expression and his uncles and aunts' happy faces, he finally understood: after all this, they were all playing along with the old man.

The rich have their joys, and ordinary people have their lives. Perhaps material pleasures cannot compare, but spiritually, everyone has their own pursuits.

The phrase 'family happiness' cannot be bought with money.

Admittedly, without money, nothing is possible, but don't forget that money is not everything.

Zhao Fusheng understood this truth better than anyone.

"By the way, Dad, why did you call us all here? Is there something?" asked his third aunt curiously.

Today, the old man had called and asked them all to come. At first, they thought it was because Zhao Fusheng had arrived and the old man wanted everyone to welcome his grandson, but now it seemed that wasn't the case.

"It wasn't me who called you; it was Fusheng," said the old man, pointing at his precious grandson.

Meeting everyone's curious gazes, Zhao Fusheng said calmly, "Yes, or more precisely, my father and mother asked me to talk to you."

The group exchanged glances, watching Zhao Fusheng sit there, exuding a powerful aura they had never seen before, like a mature and steady adult.

After all, since his rebirth, Zhao Fusheng had truly come into contact with many influential or successful people, gaining some experience, not to mention he had done quite a few things himself.

Compared to his uncles and aunts who had been farming in the countryside, Zhao Fusheng's presence was actually stronger.

But even so, the old man was not affected at all, still sitting there leisurely, eating and drinking. After all, he had been on the battlefield, killed people, and witnessed the horrific scenes of blood and flesh—how could he be intimidated by someone he considered a grandson?

"What do you mean by representing your father and mother?" After a long silence, his aunt's husband, Zhang Houde, was the first to ask.

He had read more books and had more experience, so he was the first to snap out of it.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping over the faces of his elders one by one. Looking at these familiar faces and recalling their experiences in his previous life, a surge of infinite pride welled up in his heart.

Destiny and happiness have always been most secure when held in one's own hands. Those who rely on others to give them happiness will never attain it.