Across the strait in Taiwan, the atmosphere at Mind Enterprise was tense and concerned.
Wang Taishi was an eccentric man. Although output of his factory had previously not been exceptional, he was very generous towards those he led. Everyone knew that even though he was stubborn, he was a good boss.
Recently, however, the workers had been avoiding him. His facial expression was just too terrible.
Order forms poured in, sales volume leaped tenfold, possible a hundredfold. A new plant was under construction day and night. When they couldn't build new factories fast enough, they compensated by buying other facilities in Taiwan to increase production. The media pushed Mind Enterprise to the top of public's awareness, making them the new darling of Taiwan's business community.
At the same time a great clamor arose around the rumors that Mind had broken their contract with Aida and partnered with New Bori.
Some said that Wang Taishi was blinded by fame and profit; some said he was merely making a wiser choice.
There were even rumors that Wang Taishi was compelled to join New Bori because his son, and investment banker, was caught in a workplace scandal. Perhaps New Bori exploited this, threatening him.
The veteran employees of Mind did not believe that this man could be bribed. They were more inclined to believe the last rumor that Wang Taishi was compliant because he wanted to keep his son out of jail.
Ten days ago, they had seen Wang Jr. make a trip to Mind. During this visit, he was scolded at by his father. The whole office could hear the raucous growl of the old man, even through the office door.
While it looked easy, riding on New Bori's coattails, securing a contract with generous conditions, his loyal employees believed their leader was instead feeling sour.
Although their salaries continually increased, seeing their boss cooped up in his little house day in and day out, they could not help but feel concerned, even angry and indignant on his behalf.
At this moment, Wang Taishi was sitting as usual in his small cramped office. His secretary and assistant sitting outside did not dare enter and disturb him, leaving the old man to his own quiet space.
However, contrary to what other people imagined, he was not resentful at all, nor was he feeling guilty or upset.
He had a cup of tea in hand; the night breeze was blowing softly through the window. Wang Taishi was wearing a pair of fashionable wireless earbuds that Gu Yanzhi had given him. His hands were behind his back and he was swaying his head slightly, listening to Yue Opera.
A smile could be seen in the corners of his mouth.
On a wall a meter away, there was a large square landscape painting. It was a beautiful work, with birds and flowers throughout. This was also a gift he had recently received, from Li Zhicheng when he met him in Shenzhen. It was an authentic piece from the Qin Dynasty painter Yun Bing.
This fellow, he has always been full of surprises, be it in taking or giving.
Wang Taishi suddenly remembered the day that he first met Li Zhicheng.
He was such a young man with an extraordinary temperament, standing in front of the window, telling him, "Mr. Wang, let me have a controlling stake in Mind. I will make it the leader in Asia and among the top five global fabric manufacturers."
Wang Taishi was stunned at the time. He sneered, "With you? With Aida?" adding on at the end, "With Mind?"
Why would a young man want to purchase a floundering fabric company with a doddering old man leading a staff of less than five-hundred employees?
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