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Chapter 895 - 653 Many things of past and present, all given to laughter and talk (Thanks everyone for the tips, happy Labor Day!)_2

Chapter 895: 653 Many things of past and present, all given to laughter and talk (Thanks everyone for the tips, happy Labor Day!)_2

Others may not mention it.

Speaking solely of Song Chao Ge.

At the recently concluded auction, although he did not win the bid, he still offered fifty billion.

Having not succeeded this time, he certainly will not give up.

Which means,

In the next auction, it is very likely he will still offer fifty billion.

"What do you think, Aunt?" He Junru did not rashly express an opinion.

"What do you think of Song Chao Ge?"

He Tai asked tentatively.

In her view, Song Chao Ge, who had persisted until the end of the recent auction only to sadly lose, was undoubtedly the primary competitor.

Moreover, there was another layer of relationship with the Guo family.

"The Guo family was willing to lend us twenty billion, he must have spoken on our behalf as well."

"But have you ever considered why, after persuading the Guo family to help us, he still chose to participate in the auction?"

He Tai furrowed her brows.

"Moreover, the case with the Mandarin Oriental is still unresolved, no one knows whether it was orchestrated by Geng Long, given that Geng Long too has died."

He Junru continued, "I haven’t had extensive interaction with him, but my impression is that he is a very modest man."

"Do you mean he has a duplicitous face?"

He Junru did not respond, remaining silent.

"Junru, in this study, you can speak freely."

He Tai’s gaze was sincere, seemingly casting aside past grievances, hoping for open and honest communication.

"Aunt, you are the head of the family, such a crucial issue requires your personal decision."

He Tai showed a wry smile.

Indeed,

Even between mother and daughter, it is probably impossible to share everything.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

A knocking sound came.

"Mom, it’s me."

The voice of He Hong Tu came from outside.

"Come in."

He Tai said softly.

He Hong Tu, likely there to deliver tea, holding a tea tray—remarkably, the lofty Crown Prince of the He family condescending to perform a servant’s task.

Upon entering, he first observed his mother’s expression, noticing a significant improvement.

"Junru, have some water."

He handed He Junru a cup of tea, then carried another over to He Tai.

After taking it, He Tai sipped, revealing a tired expression, "You siblings talk; I’m going to rest a while."

He Tai rose, walked out of the study, and closed the door.

He Hong Tu placed the tea tray down, looking toward He Junru.

"Junru, thank you."

He Junru slightly smiled, "Brother, you really underestimate Aunt, after all these years, the scenes she’s been through, she wouldn’t be so easily defeated."

He Hong Tu’s expression showed self-reproach.

"Mom is indeed strong, but after all, she is getting older, she should be retiring and enjoying her later years; if anyone is to blame, it’s me."

"Why don’t you help Aunt share some of the burden then?"

He Junru, holding her tea cup, spoke teasingly.

He Hong Tu smiled, looking at his exceptional sister, stating candidly, "I’m not cut out for it, you’re the most suitable one."

"Brother, I’m a girl."

He Junru chuckled lightly.

A girl.

You should know.

She is He Junru.

And she is middle-aged.

In front of others, this formidable heiress of the He family would never refer to herself that way.

"Listen to how you talk, are we an ordinary family?" He Hong Tu set the tea tray upright on the table, jokingly said, "Think bigger. What era is it now, where is the distinction between men and women? There are so many eminent women who are as competent as men, just take Lan Peizhi of Haojiang for instance."

The curve of He Junru’s smile gently rippled.

"Brother, are you really going to continue being so indifferent? If the family truly begins to decline, aren’t you afraid that you won’t be able to answer to Dad a hundred years from now?"

He Hong Tu’s smile was gentle as he turned around, pointing to a calligraphy on the wall.

The strokes were vigorous and bold.

Majestically powerful.

"Did you see it?"

He Junru looked up.

[So many events throughout history, all reduced to mere jokes]

These were written by their common father.

"Not just a family, but even dynasties are like this. None can thrive forever."

He Hongtu lowered his arm, turned his head around, and suddenly asked, "As a child, the book Dad made you read the most was ’Zizhi Tongjian’, right?"

He Junru nodded.

Zizhi Tongjian.

Starting with King Weilie of the Zhou Dynasty, it covered over sixteen hundred years of history, detailing the rise and fall of sixteen dynasties.

With over three million characters, it depicted human nature and the art of rule. Although it was a history book, it is considered a classic that every businessman must read.

It intricately revealed the art of governance. Rather than calling it simply a history book, it would be better described as a thorough study of pragmatic realism.

"Do you know which book Dad made me read the most?"

He Junru shook her head.

He Hongtu didn’t let her guess, but quickly answered, "It was ’Comprehensive History of Shenzhou’."

"Father wanted me to understand more about the past of Shenzhou. As I read, I found the histories very fascinating. ’In olden days elite families employed swallows that flew just like common folks. Some were humble gentry in the morning and ascended to emperors by night.’"

He Junru laughed and said, "I think Dad must regret it, letting you read those books in your childhood."

He Hongtu shook his head, affirming, "No, Dad has absolutely no regrets."

He Junru looked at him.

He Hongtu smiled and said, "The books I read were all read by Dad. He knew well what those books said. Just like ’Comprehensive History of Shenzhou’, Dad must have gone through it many times; the front cover was tattered. It should still be on the bookshelf."

He Hongtu turned his head to look at the bookshelf, as vast as an entire wall.

It was not just an ornamental piece.

The shelf was crammed with various types of books: geomancy, success studies, Western cultural classics... Clearly categorized, of course, including histories.

He Junru also looked toward the bookshelf and easily spotted ’Comprehensive History of Shenzhou’ in the third row, within easy reach.

He Hongtu noticed it too and walked over, taking down that well-thumbed ’Comprehensive History of Shenzhou’.

"When I was reading this book, Dad had already written a reflection on it..."

He Hongtu opened it, found a page, then walked over and handed it to He Junru.

"See for yourself."

He Junru took it.

Seeing is believing.

He Hongtu wasn’t lying.

Nobody knew their father’s handwriting better than He Junru.

Although she wasn’t the child who physically resembled the Gambling King the most, in terms of handwriting, she and the Gambling King were the most alike in the entire family.

Even when the Gambling King was seriously ill and no longer had the strength to manage affairs, it was she who was responsible for signing various documents on his behalf.

On the Comprehensive History of Shenzhou.

The reflection read as follows,

[In the vast river of history, humanity’s insignificance is like a grain of sand in the sea. Each light description may encapsulate the tumultuous life of an ancients. Among them, the outstanding talents had their struggles, how can ordinary individuals like us expect smooth sailing? As it’s said: Reading three thousand years of history boils down to pursuits of ranks and wealth, comprehending the ninety thousand miles of Tao ultimately returns to poetry, wine, and the idyllic countryside.

Just like the ancient Yang Shen wrote in ’Línjiāngxián’,

—So many events through ages, all reduced to jokes]

Seeing text as if seeing his face.

He Junru’s mind wandered slightly, recalling those afternoons spent in this study room in her childhood.

Regardless of how the outside world judged the Gambling King’s rights and wrongs.

In her heart, he might not talk much about being a competent husband, but he certainly qualified as a good father.

"Do you still think Dad might regret it?"

He Hongtu asked with a smile.

He Junru lifted her head, her lips curling into a smile, "Okay, let’s say I was wrong."

He Hongtu looked surprised and exclaimed, "You admit a mistake? Junru, that’s not like you."

He Junru didn’t pursue the topic but raised the book in her hand instead, "Lend it to me to take a look."

He Hongtu looked hesitant.

"It’s not like I won’t return it."

He Hongtu struggled for a moment, then seemed to reluctantly nod, "Okay, but be careful not to damage it."

He Junru stood up with the book, "If you say that again, I might not return it."

He Hongtu smiled wryly, calling out, "Make sure to bring it back soon after you finish reading."

He Junru was already walking out.

"Bang."

The study door opened and then closed.

He Hongtu smiled, turned around, and gazed at the calligraphy on the wall, lost in thought.