"Alright, let's talk while we drink tea." Zhu Shunyao picked up his cup and took a sip. Although his mouth was filled with bitterness, he drank it with great relish, perhaps admiring his own 'tea art.'
Yan Aohan nodded, spinning his teacup in his hand. "Uncle Shunyao, do you want to start a logistics company and a security firm?"
Zhu Shunyao nodded, then shook her head. "Actually, I don't really want to start them. But Ani said I could invest as a shareholder. She also said these businesses should be run by veterans. If I only provide money and ideas without holding shares, they might feel uncomfortable. That’s why I plan to start them. Initially, I’ll take ten percent of the logistics company shares, and the Cheng family will also take ten percent. My second brother-in-law wants to invest too, maybe taking two percent. The rest of the shares will go entirely to the veterans, including management roles. This way, they will feel secure. As for the security firm, I know even less about it. But Ani said it won’t make money at first; it relies on connections. So, I thought I’d start it myself. At least, if we lose money, it’s my loss, and they won’t have to worry."
Hearing this, Yan Aohan sighed helplessly in his heart. He knew the Zhu family was too kind-hearted, always taking losses themselves while giving benefits to others. This approach simply wouldn’t work.
Yan Aohan looked at Zhu Shunyao for a long moment before speaking with resignation. "Uncle Shunyao, don’t you realize you’re losing out significantly this way?"
Zhu Shunyao scratched his head, revealing a simple, honest smile. "Little Yan, I naturally know I’m losing out. But as the saying goes, suffering a loss is a blessing. There’s also an old saying: 'A family that accumulates goodness will have abundant blessings; a family that accumulates evil will have abundant misfortunes.' I also need to think of my family. I can’t be a great benefactor, but I can do what I can within my means."
Yan Aohan laughed. "Uncle Shunyao, you’re reading the I Ching now?"
"No, no." Zhu Shunyao waved his hands hastily. "Ani told me this. I thought it made sense, so I remembered it."
Yan Aohan listened, a trace of admiration flashing in his eyes. However, he still analyzed the seriousness of the situation. "Uncle Shunyao, your intentions are good. But have you considered how many veterans there are in the world? Our country’s veterans number not just tens of thousands, but millions. From the first military reduction to now, the number of veterans is no less than six million. Of course, many are already old. The most recent reduction involved over two million people, plus those whose normal service terms have ended. The number increases every year. Uncle Shunyao, how many people can you help?"
Hearing such a large number, Zhu Shunyao whistled. "So many." Then he smiled. "No wonder Ani didn’t let me be the boss, only letting me provide funding and letting them strive on their own. Any organization can start as a small workshop and gradually expand. With so many veterans, as long as they have good character, they can contribute in any position. I’ll just help as much as I can. Helping one is one more helped."
Yan Aohan had to admit that Zhu Shunyao was indeed stubborn. If anyone else had heard this, they would have been scared off. But he didn’t retreat; instead, he felt an even stronger impulse to help.
Yan Aohan pondered for a moment before saying, "Uncle Shunyao, that’s exactly why I came here today."
"Speak, and I will cooperate." Zhu Shunyao expressed his attitude directly.