On Sunday, Zhang Sicheng and Liu Lu returned to the renovation company owned by Ning Qing’s uncle to continue planning the remodeling of their new home.
Meanwhile, Zhang Ran took the two little ones out again.
This time, they went to the Ocean Museum.
The children had an amazing time there.
Whenever they saw a strange or fascinating sea creature, they would squeal in excitement. Taotao’s cheerful laughter echoed in Zhang Ran’s ears throughout the day.
But happy moments always seemed to pass too quickly.
Soon enough, Monday arrived, and it was time for school again.
After dropping each child off, Zhang Ran saw the reluctant expressions on their little faces.
“Grandpa…”
“Can you take us out again next weekend?”
Taotao grabbed Zhang Ran’s hand, refusing to let go.
Naturally, Zhang Ran agreed immediately.
Nowadays, as long as it was a reasonable request from either grandchild—and even some that weren’t entirely reasonable—he would almost always say yes.
It seemed that the saying “grandparents spoil their grandchildren” truly applied to him.
“Morning, Uncle Zhang.”
Meng Mingxuan arrived for work carrying breakfast.
By now, he’d remembered to buy breakfast on the way over every day.
Zhang Ran didn’t bother with pleasantries.
“You mentioned yesterday that Sicheng might lose his job.”
“What exactly happened?”
Meng Mingxuan had expected this question.
The previous evening, he’d already asked someone to investigate.
“It’s like this.”
“The new mobile game their company launched flopped.”
“The company’s cash flow has dried up.”
“And their boss is apparently planning to sell the company.”
After hearing that, Zhang Ran remained silent.
He frowned thoughtfully for quite a while.
Finally, he spoke.
“I have a task for you.”
Meng Mingxuan swallowed the last bite of his steamed bun.
“I’m listening.”
“Go negotiate with Sicheng’s boss about buying the company.”
“I’m leaving this entirely to you.”
“I only want the final result.”
“As for personnel, ask your father for professional advisors.”
“But remember…”
“It has to be done quickly.”
“And don’t let the purchase price get too high.”
The previous night, Zhang Ran had talked with Zhang Sicheng for quite some time.
From that conversation, he’d realized one thing.
Zhang Sicheng genuinely loved the gaming industry.
Moreover, he was already at an age where switching into a completely unfamiliar field would be difficult.
So Zhang Ran decided to start with what his son already knew best.
If Zhang Sicheng proved capable, Zhang Ran would help him grow.
If he lacked the ability—or simply wanted an ordinary, peaceful life—then Zhang Ran would respect that choice.
After all…
Ability could always be cultivated.
Even if necessary, Zhang Sicheng could follow Zhang Ran’s own example: become a hands-off boss who focused only on the overall direction while leaving daily management to others.
The most important thing was Zhang Sicheng’s own wishes.
That was why Zhang Ran had finally made up his mind.
He would give his son one or two years.
Enough time.
Enough opportunity.
Enough resources.
Only then could Zhang Sicheng truly discover what he wanted from life.
Rather than suddenly telling him everything and forcing him into a decision made out of impulse or excitement.
In truth, Zhang Ran had never intended to pressure his children.
He simply wanted to give them another option.
Especially after seeing how loving and happy Zhang Sicheng and Liu Lu were together.
Besides…
The Zhang family already had a third generation.
If nothing unexpected happened, Zhang Ran himself would likely grow old around the same time as Zhang Sicheng.
He wasn’t in a hurry.
Meng Mingxuan grinned.
“Uncle Zhang…”
“Is there a reward this time?”
Last time, he’d received an extra three million yuan in spending money.
This was a much bigger deal.
If the reward were similar…
He wouldn’t have to worry about money for the next year.
Zhang Ran glanced at him before smiling.
“Of course.”
“I’ll have a professional appraisal firm evaluate the company’s true value.”
“If you pay even one yuan more than the appraised price…”
“I’ll deduct ten yuan from your spending money.”
“What?!”
“Uncle Zhang!”
“Aren’t you supposed to give me a budget first?”
Meng Mingxuan immediately looked miserable.
Zhang Ran chuckled.
“That depends on you.”
“And remember…”
“The negotiators from your father’s company aren’t experts in the gaming industry.”
“If they make mistakes…”
“No one will blame them.”
“But you’ll still bear the consequences.”
Meng Mingxuan’s expression grew even more pitiful.
Unfortunately…
He knew Zhang Ran was right.
After letting him stew for a moment, Zhang Ran continued.
“I’ll give you another option.”
“What option?”
Meng Mingxuan instantly became interested.
“You have one week.”
“Form your own negotiation team.”
“You can hire professionals from the market.”
“But everything will be your responsibility.”
“And…”
“Aren’t you acquainted with plenty of rich second-generation heirs?”
“This is exactly when those connections become useful.”
“Networking isn’t just for eating, drinking, and having fun.”
“I’m sure even their parents would support them helping you.”
“More importantly…”
“This will let you see which of your friends are actually capable.”
“That’ll benefit your future.”
Zhang Ran was genuinely putting considerable thought into mentoring him.
He wasn’t teaching business theories directly.
Instead, he kept creating opportunities for Meng Mingxuan to practice, make mistakes, and learn.
It was exactly the same approach he was taking with Zhang Sicheng and Zhang Siyan.
Giving them time.
Letting them work hard.
Allowing them to make their own choices.
Meng Mingxuan thought for a moment.
“If I build my own team…”
“What price target are you setting?”
Zhang Ran replied, “If you assemble your own negotiation team within one week…”
“Then any amount you overpay will only reduce your allowance on a one-to-one basis.”
“Not ten-to-one like before.”
“That’s it?”
Meng Mingxuan still looked unsatisfied.
Zhang Ran shot him a sideways glance.
After thinking it over, he decided that beginners did need some encouragement.
Or at least something to strive for.
“Fine.”
“When it’s all over, I’ll judge based on your actual performance.”
“The more money you save me…”
“The greater your reward.”
Meng Mingxuan’s eyes immediately lit up.
“Deal, Uncle Zhang!”
Seeing Zhang Ran nod, he couldn’t help feeling excited.
He wondered…
What kind of reward would Zhang Ran actually give him?
Deep down, he genuinely wanted this assignment.
Last time, all he’d done was negotiate the purchase of a single apartment, saving only three hundred thousand yuan.
Yet the sense of accomplishment had been incredible.
Especially when Lin Meizhi had called the next day specifically to praise him.
She’d even secretly told him that his father, Meng He, had been very pleased as well—he simply hadn’t said it directly.
“Then, Uncle Zhang…”
“I’ll start preparing right now?”
Meng Mingxuan was already eager to get moving.
Zhang Ran nodded.
“Go ahead.”
“But remember.”
“You only have one week.”
Meng Mingxuan grinned confidently.
“Don’t worry!”
“I guarantee I’ll complete the mission!”
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