Lu Chengwen, Long Aotian, Zhao Ritian, and Huo Wenting were all having a hard time.
They had drunk too much last night and felt miserable.
When he returned to his room, Huo Wenting came over.
"My team discussed it, and they think we can't just sit back and wait. I need to immediately mobilize all available funds and bet everything on R&D. That way, these projects can't be withdrawn for at least a year, and I can retain at least half my authority. Our wedding must be held right away."
When Huo Wenting said this, she sounded as though she were discussing business, like a boss issuing orders to a subordinate.
Lu Chengwen looked at her. "But I didn't come here this time for a marriage alliance."
"I'm carrying your child."
"You don't have a child at all."
"Then go tell my grandmother. Make her so angry she dies."
Lu Chengwen looked at Huo Wenting. "I..."
Someone knocked on the door just then. "Eldest Daughter, Madam asks CEO Lu to join her for tea."
Huo Wenting said, "Go ahead. We'll talk when you get back."
The Old Woman's private little garden.
Lu Chengwen sat in a chair, taking in the scenery. "I thought Grandmother liked Western things, but this little garden has quite the feel of a southern Huaxia garden."
"It was designed by a team from the Southern Kingdom," Grandmother said calmly. "The plants here were all shipped over from Huaxia. That area over there..."
The Old Woman pointed with her cane. "That's Black soil shipped from the Northern Kingdom. Black soil makes crops grow best. People from Huaxia can't go their whole lives without seeing Black soil. If they grow up stepping on Black soil, then no matter where they go, they won't forget their roots. Foreigners