Rebirth 2010: I taught Mr. Lei how to make a mobile phone

Chapter 961 The Old Horse Who Delivers Blessings
"Lakeside Academy is closed, but the students inside are still there."

Alibaba has suffered losses, but its businesses like Pinduoduo and Meituan are still around, and Taotian's core business remains intact.

Competition in the business world is inevitable.

The Chinese internet landscape needs diverse bird calls to thrive and flourish.

I know your abilities go far beyond this. When that day comes, I hope that, for my sake, you will not be so ruthless as to kill me at certain crucial moments, if possible.

Even if you defeat them all, it won't do you any good. You need to compete, but you also need to cooperate.

The right path is to work together to expand the market and broaden the road ahead.

As soon as Old Ma uttered these words, which sounded like entrusting his son to someone, Chen Mo couldn't help but glance at him. Was he surrendering?
"That depends on what Wang Xing and Huang Zheng choose," Chen Mo replied frankly and directly.
"If they can adhere to the bottom line of business ethics like Pony Ma and Robin Li, and compete fairly, I would welcome them. Why would I want to destroy a healthy ecosystem?"
Perhaps you could convey my attitude to them.

"Yes, now that things have come to this, I will deliver the message." Old Ma nodded slightly, his tone carrying a hint of weariness and感慨 (a sense of感慨, a complex emotion encompassing both sadness and reflection).
"Huaxia Internet has come a long way, and I hope that in your hands, you can forge a different path. Don't follow the example of the real estate industry next door, which almost brought the whole world down."

"If you were here, it might be possible; but if I were here, it's impossible." Chen Mo's voice was calm, yet it contained an undeniable power.

"Alright, it feels much better to have said what's been on your mind." Old Ma smiled with relief, looking at Chen Mo with a deep gaze. "Chen Mo, the future belongs to you. Remember what you said today—don't forget your original aspirations, and don't follow in my footsteps."

At this moment, Jack Ma seemed particularly unfamiliar to Chen Mo. He lacked his usual commanding presence and instead appeared somewhat wistful and rambling.

Old Ma also had his own helplessness. This time, he personally went to apologize, which was something he would never have done given his previous arrogant nature.

The reason he was so frank, even with the hint of "entrusting his affairs after death," was that he had a bad feeling after witnessing Lao Liu's tragic end.

It was this insight that prompted him to cooperate so readily this time, relinquishing all the power he could and giving up all the benefits he could.

He thought that if he were twenty years younger, around the same age as Chen Mo, he might still be able to muster the fighting spirit to fight to the death.

But now that he's past the age of fifty, after this battle, he truly feels a deep-seated weariness, and he's utterly despondent and disheartened.

The park is not large; after half an hour of wandering around, we returned to the starting point.

Old Ma stopped the car, his tone suddenly becoming low:

"The steamed buns were just ready, and before I could even take a few bites while they were still hot, some little brat ate the whole pot. And if they got sick, you'd be responsible—do you know how that feels?"

"Is that a steamed bun? You've clearly made a sandwich."

"Aren't you afraid that one day, 'Grandpa will get tired of this and I'll want to eat that steamed bun instead'?"

Chen Mo chuckled, as if he had already considered this issue: "Don't worry, when the time comes, Grandpa will say, 'Get lost, there's a dog in that yard.'"

Old Ma took a deep breath and gave a thumbs up: "Alright, it's good that you have the confidence. Anyway, these words come from the bottom of my heart. Take them as advice or as nonsense, it's up to you."

"Time waits for no one, so I won't continue with you. Perhaps we'll meet again someday."

"Hey, what are you going to do in the future?"

"From now on, I will care about agriculture and food, pay attention to environmental protection and climate, and consider the world my home; there's nowhere in this vast world I can't go."

"Then I wish Teacher Ma a rich and fulfilling retirement. May you have a long and safe journey ahead."

Old Ma laughed heartily, his smile filled with relief and liberation. He pushed off hard, and the bicycle slid out the gate.

In the darkness, Chen Mo stood there, watching that thin, lonely figure walk further and further away until it was swallowed by the darkness.

Tonight's casual conversation, though deep and intimate, revealed the sincerity in Old Ma's words. However, it also hinted at a possible test—a test to see if Old Ma would be ruthless towards him, a way to prepare for the future, and perhaps even a subtle attempt to sow discord. If Chen Mo were to fall out of favor in the future, Old Ma might have a chance to make a comeback.

But in any case, this person's merits and demerits are difficult to judge, and he is full of complexities.

An era has come to an end.

As night falls, the lights of the Beyond Science and Technology Park still shine brightly, as if heralding the beginning of a new era.

Chen Mo took a deep breath, got into the car, and drove resolutely towards home.

As a result, he was stopped halfway through his journey.

"Mr. Mo? Oh—it's Mr. Mo! You're here for a night ride too?"

"What's with all this 'general' stuff? When we're out and about, we use nicknames," Chen Mo joked with a laugh.

"So, Xiao Mo?"

"Oh, right~"

"Can we take a picture together?"

"Okay, come on."

Click, click, Chen Mo smiled, giving off a warm and welcoming feeling, "Do you want my autograph?"

"Huh? Really? But I didn't bring a pen."

"It's alright, I have one ready." Chen Mo waved to the back, and a black sedan quietly pulled over.

While he was communicating with his assistant, several fans whispered among themselves.

"See, I told you there would be bodyguards." "How could someone go out alone?" "If you run into a lunatic, it's a one-for-one trade, no problem." "This is what befits the richest man."
A moment later, the assistant brought over a paper bag, which Chen Mo took and walked over to.
"These are photos with my autographs, one for each person. You can give the extras to friends, just don't sell them."

"Little Mo is awesome!" "Don't worry, we understand!"

"Be careful tonight, I'm going home now."

"Goodbye, Xiao Mo~"

A few minutes later, the same topic on Weibo became lively again.
The conversation then shifted from Lao Ma's outfit to Xiao Mo's attire, only to discover that both of these big shots were actually just casual riders. The latter's appearance was already far too extravagant, and compared to Lao Ma, it was like a buyer's show versus a buyer's show.

Chen Mo's nighttime cycling is like a walking diamond.

However, a quick check of the prices of the various outfits in the photos revealed that they were even cheaper than those from Jack Ma, costing just over ten thousand yuan. With a little effort, one could even afford the same items worn by the richest man.
If you convert that into their net worth, it feels absurd, like they're going out wearing clothes that cost a penny.

Some even summarized: "Our richest man this year is incredibly frugal, except for that private jet that travels all over the world for his company's business."

What no one knew was that the very next day after their discussion...

The private jet carrying Chen Mo and a security team flew directly from Beijing to Seoul.

On October 10th, at the Hangzhou Olympic Sports Center, Alibaba held its 10th Anniversary Annual Meeting.

It was more like a farewell performance prepared for one person.
(End of this chapter)