Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 109 of 214
"Exactly! That's how a lot of them think," Yang Dashan said with a bitter laugh. "So I was wrong to give things away for free? A pack of ingrates."
"Never mind, let's not talk about that. How much money do you have left on hand?" Yang Yanchuan said.
"None. And I'd thought a few months of business would pay off the bank loan—but now it's not a question of making money; I'd burn incense in thanks just not to be losing it," Yang Dashan said with a sigh.
"How about this, Uncle—since you've come to my door, I can't very well refuse you to your face." Yang Ce was somewhat displeased at his uncle's stubbornness back then, but no matter what, the man was still his uncle, and he could not simply ignore him when trouble came. Most importantly, Tianzixiao City was not solely his uncle's enterprise—half of it belonged to Yang Juehuan.
"I'll have a word with Brother Bao about your situation," Yang Yanzhou said. "President Hou is on good terms with my father. If we work from both sides, I doubt they'll make things hard for you—but as for the management rights to the hotel, I expect those won't be returned to you."
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663. Mother Zhou Has a Favor to Ask
"Then it doesn't matter anymore, as long as I don't have to repay the bank loan." Yang Dashan was helpless too. He had lost every last bit of the family fortune and still owed the bank money. Now, as long as the bank didn't come demanding payment, he would count himself lucky—what else could he possibly care about?
"Uncle, how should I put this..." Yang Ce hesitated a moment before saying, "You really aren't cut out for business."
"Ah?" Yang Dashan was taken aback, but he had no comeback. After all, he really had lost the money.
"Uncle, the reason your sand quarry made money back then was entirely down to the circumstances of the time. Of the people who went into business in the nineties, hardly any failed to make money—all it took was a bit of drive," Yang Yanzhou said. "But circumstances are different now. Making money takes flexible methods and a sharp head. Especially with a business like Yaoguang City—it's not as simple as being good at handling personal connections. You have to have sound management methods to run it well."
"Yang Ce, when you told me that back then, I didn't believe you. But now I have to admit, Uncle really did let his head get a bit heated," Yang Dashan said awkwardly. "And you know, that's just like me—the sand quarry was running perfectly well, so why did I have to go and get involved in an industry I knew nothing about? The family had more than enough money to live on—why was I so insatiable?"
"Uncle, since you can see the reasoning now, it's not too late." Yang Ce waved his hand. "Just treat it as paying for a lesson. Don't worry about this matter anymore. In the next couple of days I'll find someone to take over Yaoguang City. As for your sand quarry, I'll think of a way to help you get it set up again as best I can. From then on, just run it with peace of mind."
"Really?" Yang Dashan was so astonished his mouth hung open. "That would be wonderful! Yang Ce, you're not pulling your uncle's leg, are you?"
"I won't lie to you, but all I can say is that I'll do my best to work things out for you," Yang Hengye said. "Whether it works out or not, I can't guarantee."
"Good, good. Then I'll wait for good news." Yang Dashan felt that this nephew of his was more reliable in handling affairs than his own younger brother, Yang Cheyan. He was secretly delighted—this trip had clearly not been in vain.
And since everything that needed saying had been said, Yang Dashan did not linger. He declined the invitation to stay for a meal and left Yang Ce's home.
"Daming, are you really going to give your uncle a hand?" Yang Cheyan said once Yang Dashan had gone.