The day after eating at Luo Ye's house, Gao Yuming took a day off for himself. Instead of going to the company, he slept at home until noon.
He had insomnia... but not completely.
Although he had not fallen asleep until four in the morning, he woke up eight hours later.
Well, that only counted as staying up late.
He had been happy for a long time yesterday, until he could no longer keep his eyelids open and his brain forcibly put him to sleep.
After waking up, he walked into the living room and found the table covered with dishes. His father, seated at the head of the table, was seeing his son wake up this late for the first time and could not help asking, "What happened?"
"Nothing."
Gao's Group had not been doing well lately either, and his father had been run ragged. But Gao's Father never discussed work at home, and poor business was nothing unusual. For people like them who ran companies, whose career could possibly go smoothly all the way?
Difficulty after difficulty lay before them. A company was like a boat sailing against the current—if it did not advance, it retreated. The market was an enormous machine that mercilessly eliminated useless parts.
Gao's Father had weathered countless storms and would not let the difficulties before him affect his state of mind.
Perhaps it was precisely because of his steady temperament and his willingness to start over even after failure that he had been able to grow the company to its current scale.
Gao's Mom carried over the last dish and set it on the table. Looking at her fully grown son, the first thing she said was an urging question. "Son, you're already this old. Even if the company's business isn't doing well,