Chapter 1308 - 1310
"SMILE," Zhao Guangran’s classmate looked at this massive crowd and was quite frightened, but still helped them take several group photos.
"I bet your classmates wonder if you’re really Chinese." Zhao Xuran recalled the bewildered look on the foreigner’s face and felt amused.
"That’s right, they usually only have parents and siblings present, none of them have crowds like us." Zhao Guangran said proudly.
"Actually, what they want to say is, aren’t Chinese people supposed to be poor? How could they afford to spend so much money on plane tickets?" Zhao Guangran remarked helplessly.
"At the graduation ceremonies for Chinese students abroad, apart from friends from the same hometown or schoolmates, family members never really show up." He remembered the times when they would support fellow Chinese abroad.
"No matter how many friends come, it’s nothing compared to seeing your parents’ faces." In China, he saw his parents every day - not that he missed them constantly, but upon reaching the United States, despite enjoying freedom, Zhao Guangran truly missed his parents over time.
Upon hearing Zhao Guangran’s words, Zhan Jing’s eyes immediately reddened. Even though the words were light and about other people,
if they hadn’t come, would her son still accept the blessings from friends, thinking of them?
Luckily, they listened to Xuran’s advice, set aside work, and attended Guangran’s graduation ceremony; otherwise, they might have regretted it for a lifetime.
"Next year for Jiaxin and the year after for Jia Ming’s graduation ceremonies, we have to attend too." Miao Cuihua also got excited.
Originally, if it weren’t for Gong Zhuang’s insistence and not having seen their son and daughter for a long time, Miao Cuihua really wouldn’t have wanted to come to the United States.
But now she truly appreciated Gong Tao’s persistence back then, otherwise she wouldn’t have known what she’d miss.
Miao Cuihua’s voice wasn’t loud, but it couldn’t escape Gong Jiaming who was listening beside her.
While feeling happy for Zhao Guangran, Gong Jiaming also thought about whether his parents would attend his and his sister’s graduation ceremonies.
"Really, mom, you’re not kidding me?" Gong Jiaming asked again, as their parents sometimes didn’t follow through on what they said.
"We’ll come."
"We must come." Earning money is important, but can it be more important than having children?
"Yes, we’ll definitely come." Gong Zhuang firmly supported, "And we’ll bring your second uncle and the others."
The graduation ceremony for Zhao Guangran was so lively; there’s no reason the son and daughter’s ceremonies should be cold and lonely, even if he has to pay for the plane tickets himself.
As for Zhao Gang and his wife, Gong Zhuang really didn’t consider bothering them; they are always busy.
"We must come, next year for Jiaxin’s, the year after for Jia Ming’s, and then we’ll attend Xuran’s graduation ceremony." Sitting on a long flight, paying for expensive plane tickets - these aren’t problems.
The main thing is to take lots of photos, so those friends can see how accomplished our children are.
"Yes, we must attend, since the kids are in the United States, we’ll eventually visit them, might as well come in the summer." Gong Tao thought about it.
"Yes, definitely take lots of photos."
"And when we’re back in New York, let’s take pictures of the universities Ni Zi and the others will attend." Ever since Gong Ruwen resigned, the rumors circulating have been incredibly anger-inducing.
If their children were accomplished, Gong Tao would have no complaints; after all, others have their reasons to be proud, but how many of those people’s children are truly successful?
Despite having money, they hardly do anything decent and yet they still compare their children to ours.
"Didn’t attend university in China, yet they think sending them to the United States will change their ways?"
"We’ll show everyone our children attended top universities in China and are attending top universities in the United States too."
Oh my, what a fury. Gong Ruwen knows all too well the kind of things being said, but Gong Rui didn’t get too agitated.
Occasionally, he’d hear Gong Tao mention a thing or two, given their usual attitude towards their children’s matters - watching from the sidelines, occasionally offering a suggestion.
Never expected their father to be so temperamental this time.
Zhao Gang also got angry; though not of the same surname, is there a difference from being family? "Later, take lots of photos of Guangran Company."
Their children only know how to use family money, but his child already started a company in the USA - how can they expect to resolve this by merely speaking?
Zhao Guangran’s company is so large, what can they photograph? If sent back, how could those people respond; they’d just say the company isn’t grand enough.
Guangran was speechless; with such a big company, how to photograph.
Guangran wasn’t against Zhao Gang showing off, but his company really didn’t have the need to show off, "Dad, let me earn more money, and once we move to the Twin Towers in New York, then we can take pictures."
"I also want to rent a huge office." Let them know the strength of our company as soon as they enter; Guangran feels unless the company develops to such a level, it’s not worth showing off.
Twin Towers, uh, Gong Ruini knows it’s a landmark in New York; many people visit it, but in less than ten years, the building will be destroyed by a terror attack.
Originally thought it had nothing to do with them, never expected Guangran to have such high ambitions.
What to do, for now, no rush to advise Guangran against moving, but the company develops well, it’ll move there.
"Yeah, why move there, the rent is so expensive."
While pondering how to advise Guangran against renting an office in the Twin Towers by the year 2000, someone voiced displeasure.
Ha, who’s this, Gong Ruini was impressed, so assertive, wouldn’t this anger Guangran?
Without looking up, she knew Guangran certainly had a particularly unpleasant look.
Guangran’s face was unpleasant, but the voice was Gong Jiaming, who didn’t care about his brother’s expression, "People look down on others there."
"Even if we have money, we won’t go there."
Why’s that, is there a situation? Gong Ruini couldn’t focus on the rare objection to Guangran’s authority; they just wanted to know what’s happening.
Oh, this pig teammate, Guangran really wanted to harshly teach Jiaming a lesson, to let him know who’s the brother here.
"What’s wrong, spill it." For Jiaming to be so upset, even ignoring Guangran, meant it wasn’t a typical matter.
This company was dominated by Guangran’s shares; even minor shareholders were so upset, "Did you plan to rent an office there?"
Sigh, even the father knows, making it impossible to properly organize words to calm parents down.
But now, no matter how words are organized, it’s useless - he can only find a place to quietly explain the past rental disputes.
Knowing their children suffered through great grievances, he couldn’t imagine how they managed to endure such distress.
"No matter how much money we have, we won’t rent there."
"Since they looked down on us then, later they shouldn’t think highly of us."