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Ding dong...
Ding dong... ding dong...
The increasingly urgent doorbell made Jiang Yizhou feel more at ease; without a key, it shouldn't be his girlfriend.
Even though he wanted to try having both arms around someone, Jiang Yizhou didn't dare to push it. He felt guilty. Although he had perfected his principles of being a good person, human emotions were hard to understand. Deeply influenced by Brother Cheng's tragic ending, he didn't dare to take risks.
Exchanging a glance with Jiang Yizhou, Song Rushi saw the calmness and reassurance in his eyes and returned to the bedroom. No matter who it was, her outfit was not suitable for meeting outsiders.
Jiang Yizhou turned off the gas stove while continuously guessing who it might be, walking toward the intercom by the door.
Since the front door and the courtyard gate were somewhat far apart, they had installed this device. He wondered how Zhou Ying's family had dealt with it before. This residence seemed severely mismatched with their economic situation; it must have been confiscated before liberation and later returned to the descendants of the original owners when policies changed. Their family must have received this property then!
When he first saw that aside from the ginkgo path connecting the house and the courtyard gate, other areas had long been neglected and overgrown, it was nothing like the well-kept place it was now.
"Hello, may I ask who you are?" Jiang Yizhou asked into the intercom, waiting for a reply.
"Ah! This thing can talk?" Gao Qingzhen was startled but quickly recognized her son's voice. "It's Mom! Open the door quickly!"
Jiang Yizhou didn't expect it to be his mother, and from her tone, she seemed angry—angry...
He immediately broke out in a cold sweat. After arriving in Beijing, he had been preoccupied with various matters and had also been a bit reckless. So after returning to Beijing, he had been caught up with Ding Zhengnan and Song Rushi without even thinking about contacting his family. He was still accustomed to visiting his parents back in their hometown occasionally.
However, his mother seemed upset that he hadn't gone home since returning, not even calling once. It was understandable upon reflection; she had come to an unfamiliar city because of him. Although it was bustling and convenient for living—shopping at supermarkets or markets and going to large hospitals when sick—there was a sense of loneliness due to the lack of neighbors.
For older generations without grandchildren and nothing to do, loneliness was the biggest issue. Otherwise, why would there be so many middle-aged women dancing in squares or elderly men wandering around with dogs or birds or playing chess everywhere in the district?
Although Mother is forty-five and Father is forty-two, they are still far from being unable to work. However, in the unfamiliar capital city, they have not found suitable jobs and are not in a hurry to look for work.
Father mainly went to join a construction team made up of men from several villages back home, intending to find some work and return to his old trade of bricklaying, tying rebar, and carrying loads. Unfortunately, Jiang Maoyou could not bear that responsibility; Jiang Yizhou's current wealth did not allow him to be careless—better to avoid trouble than to invite it.
So in the end, after some pleasantries, Jiang Maoqiang was rejected and stayed at home feeling quite depressed. He slowly began to learn chess, watch television, and take walks, somewhat like an old resident of Beijing who had struck it rich through demolition.
He opened the two doors and welcomed Mother inside. Jiang Yizhou cautiously observed her expression.
"You... this house is really big!" To his surprise, Mother's first words were this.
Jiang Yizhou panicked, thinking that Mother was dissatisfied with him for not letting her live in such a large house. He immediately explained, "This house was just renovated not long ago; I only moved in recently. It's not that I didn't want you both to come and live here!"
Gao Qingzhen looked at her son and relaxed a bit. "Alright, alright, you don't need to show any filial piety. The house your father and I are living in is big enough. Just hire someone to clean it; it's tiring to do it ourselves, especially since the place is so large and there are so few people. I'm thinking of finding a unit apartment instead—somewhere more lively."
Gao Qingzhen surveyed the interior decorations, feeling relieved that he hadn’t made a mess last night; otherwise, if Mother had visited unexpectedly, he would have had no time to tidy up.
"Mom, what brings you here so early?" After waiting for a long time without hearing from her, Jiang Yizhou anxiously asked. If they were at home, he wouldn't mind how long she lectured him; it would be deserved. But being cornered like this was not a good thing.
Gao Qingzhen did not specify any particular matter. "I just saw you came back and didn’t go home to sit for a while. I thought you must be very busy. When I asked at your company, neither of you were at work, so I rushed over! I was worried something had happened to you! I didn’t expect you were living so comfortably! Let’s leave it at that this time; make sure to call home often in the future!"
Phew~
With just this little matter settled, Jiang Yizhou relaxed. He was used to being alone and generally did not inform others of his plans unless necessary. "I will change that; I will change that!"
Finally managing to see off his mother, Jiang Yizhou had breakfast with Song Rushi and shared a farewell kiss as he sent her off.
Once again, in a moment of solitude, Jiang Yizhou felt no discomfort; instead, the emptiness made him want to express the thoughts brewing inside him even more.
In his past life as a failure, everything he had done in this life so far was for two things: money and women. It was very straightforward because he lacked both.
He was highly intelligent yet inept, taciturn, and resistant to change. He longed to possess the ability to change others and attract them, as a way to prove himself.
Whether it was through desperate speculation or indulgence after tasting forbidden fruit, he was acutely aware of his ignorance, cowardice, and immaturity. Thus, he wanted to use the knowledge of the future to ensure that he would not fall into hardship due to his flaws or end up in embarrassing situations.
He was just an ordinary person, even somewhat willing to be mundane. He did not understand how to run a company, negotiate, or have the courage to create an era.
Qi did not require much technical expertise; it was developed by Zhang Xiaolong, while the blogger provided the idea. When it came to the future tech company Google, he never thought of operating it himself but rather actively cooperated and offered help to gain his share of benefits.
From start to finish, he approached running the company with a profit-driven mindset and never accepted face-to-face interviews as a talented entrepreneur. He merely worried that someone would discover he was undoubtedly a counterfeit, like a towering structure built on shaky foundations rather than a big shot who reached the pinnacle of life through accumulation.
The insecurity deep within him led him to sell off or delegate the industries that required his management, choosing instead to become a venture capitalist.
He remained an ordinary person. Even with twenty more years of memories and abundant energy, his core essence had not changed much; he simply no longer had to make choices against his will due to difficult circumstances as he had in his past life.
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