Love Guide for Childhood Sweethearts

Lin Xingzhi's dark eyes flickered as he spoke, "I've also discovered a particularly interesting phenomenon: there are no Chinese people in American military-industrial enterprises. They should be called ethnic Chinese. There are only white people and Indians."

"Asan is the steward of the white master, so you can use him with confidence. We have too many traitors, so we want to overthrow the master and become the master ourselves." Lin Jingzhe said with a deep look in his eyes, "The British evacuated from India that year, thanks to the Indian saint."

"Non-violent non-cooperation?" Lin Xingzhi scoffed. "Nonsense! Revolution isn't a dinner party; it involves bloodshed. No wonder Europe and America praised him. He withdrew from India unscathed and even took away a vast amount of wealth."

"From light to darkness." Lin Jingzhe said with deep eyes, "We have overthrown three mountains and completely revolutionized the masters." He snorted coldly, "If the Indians want to surpass us, they should first produce a first emperor!"

"Haha..." Lin Xingzhi laughed unkindly, "Impossible, they don't have the soil." He narrowed his eyes slightly and added, "American Silicon Valley, the high-tech industry, is also mostly Chinese."

"Who dares to say our race is incompetent now?" Lin Jingzhe puffed out his cheeks and said angrily, "Most of the European scientists who immigrated to the United States during World War II are now dead. There's a generational gap in talent!"

"Many students studying abroad nowadays are studying arts, literature, finance, law... these liberal arts students. Even for science and engineering majors, will they be taught the core content?" Lin Xingzhi said with a deep gaze.

"Studying art, literature, finance, law, etc. requires nepotism and a high family background." Lin Jingzhe said with a turn of his dark eyes.

"That's right!" Lin Xingzhi stroked his forehead and said, "Having a background in science and engineering won't help. One test will reveal your true colors. If you know, you know. If you don't, you don't. You have to study hard! Art and literature, on the other hand, can be promoted with money and resources. It's like our bank employees trying to attract deposits. They're all about personal connections."

"Ninety percent of artists are promoted by resources. And don't buy works by living painters and calligraphers; they're all hyped up. Buy those who've been dead for two or three generations. Their works have been eroded by time and no one is promoting them anymore, so they're truly worth the price." Lin Jingzhe raised an eyebrow. "Besides, how much value can those who study art create? At most, their own value will rise, and they can only provide a few jobs. Reciting poetry to industrial machines?"

"Ahem..." Lin Xingzhi's eyes were filled with smiles as he coughed twice. "A full granary teaches etiquette, and a full stomach gives one energy for literature and art."

"Yes! Without sufficient wealth, art and literature cannot be supported at all." Lin Jingzhe said with curved peach blossom eyes.

"A family's rise and fall follows this pattern: the first generation engages in business and politics, the second generation becomes lawyers and doctors, and the third generation engages in art." Lin Jingzhe's deep, penetrating eyes flickered as he spoke, "By the time the generation that engages in art has reached its end, the family's decline is inevitable. It will never again reach its former glory. Everything ends here."

"We are different. What we believe in is that generations of pioneering are not as good as ten years of hard study, ten years of hard study are not as good as three generations of business, three generations of business are not as good as ancestors carrying guns, and ancestors carrying guns are not as good as the fragrance of official hats." Lin Xingzhi chuckled.

"Those who go into politics are the superior ones, those who study medicine and law are the ones who live on their own, and those who study art are the ones who serve others." Lin Jingzhe said with a slight movement in his eyes.

Lin Xingzhi said with a deep gaze, "Only when the fathers open up wasteland can the children study hard. And if they are lucky enough to study hard, the grandchildren can engage in business, get a high position, and return to the countryside without having to open up wasteland."

"It's closed." Lin Jingzhe raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes calm as he spoke, "In real life, although this statement is crude, it serves as a warning to every generation. From pioneering, to studying for ten years, to the next generation making money in business and having a smooth career, it is all thanks to the support of generations. The older generation pushes the next generation to progress and grow." He then added, "The idea of ​​being content with a small fortune is not good. If you are satisfied with the status quo, you will soon be overtaken by others."

"How about we set our goal to reach for the moon in the sky and catch turtles in the five oceans." Lin Xingzhi chuckled.

"Conquer the sea of ​​stars." Lin Jingzhe said with a smile.

Lin Xingzhi said with emotion, "For a person to win public recognition and achieve success, unless it's an extreme miracle, it usually takes the efforts of several generations. Only by standing on the shoulders of the older generation can the younger generation achieve greater virtue and gradually move up the social ladder. This is reality."

"We are lucky. Living in this era, standing at the forefront of the trend and seizing opportunities, we can quickly accumulate wealth." Lin Jingzhe said with deep eyes, "Don't think that it is your own ability, it is just seizing opportunities."

"Haha..." Lin Xingzhi smiled and said, "I know! So I'll get back to my job and continue spending time in the lab."

"A country is like a small family. If everyone studies finance, law, and medicine without an industrial foundation, it will quickly decline." Lin Jingzhe snorted coldly, "You just said that there are many Chinese people in American scientific research institutions."

"Yes!" Lin Xingzhi said, pursing his lips.

"Their F22 took off ten years ago." Lin Jingzhe raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Even if they stagnate for thirty years, they still don't think we can catch up." Lin Xingzhi puffed out his cheeks and let out a long sigh. "Industry is too difficult. The investment is huge, and the results are slow!" He added with a firm look in his eyes, "I really don't believe in evil. Quantitative change will eventually lead to qualitative change."

"Haha..." Lin Jingzhe smiled happily and said, "Three cobblers are better than Zhuge Liang. With so many smart people like you, we can definitely make it together."

"I think so too." Lin Xingzhi chuckled and said, "Nowadays, science and engineering students in China have all studied hard and have real talents and knowledge. On the contrary, these overseas returnees have some superficial academic qualifications!"

"The main thing is, with enough food and clothing and enough money at home, who wants their children to be workers? Aren't the white-collar elites good enough? They sit in offices in suits and ties." Lin Jingzhe blinked his glazed eyes and said, "Those who can only engage in art are actually just pretending to have something to do to cover up their unwillingness to work." He pursed his lips and said, "Those petty bourgeoisie who retreated to Hong Kong before liberation were accustomed to a luxurious life on the mainland. After arriving in Hong Kong, their family fortunes were quickly depleted. They didn't want to be workers, so they had to work in the film and television industry."

"Indeed." Lin Xingzhi thought for a moment after hearing this and said, "Especially what? Hong Kong's talented men and beautiful women are getting old and gone, and Hong Kong's literature and art are also on the decline."

Lin Jingzhe was not so kind. "They keep saying that Hong Kong has cultural orthodoxy. Bullshit! It's feudal and decadent, just like an old society."