Tech Giants: Starting from Bankrupt Companies

187: Chapter 187 The Wind by Erhai Lake and the Snow of Jade Dragon Snow MountainAt 6:00 PM on February 15th, the villa area in Shencheng Bay was brightly lit.

Su Chen’s father, Su Bing Tian, 58 years old, had some gray in his hair but stood straight, and he was busy in the kitchen.

This former chairman of Spark Technology found his greatest joy in retirement in the study of culinary arts.

”Old Su, don’t overcook that braised pork!” Mother Zhou Wen Hui called out from the living room.

She was 53, a former professor in the Physics Department at Shenzhen University, wearing gold-rimmed glasses with a gentle temperament.

Lin Wan was wearing an apron and making dumplings with Zhou Wen Hui.

Flour was dusted on her cheeks, looking like two playful freckles.

”Auntie, how do I pinch the pleats to make it look good?” Lin Wan picked up a dumpling wrapper.

Zhou Wen Hui smiled and held her hand: ”Like this, hold it with your thumb, and use your index finger to push and pinch—see, doesn’t it look like a little gold ingot?”

”It’s so pretty.” Lin Wan’s eyes lit up, ”My parents used to make dumplings for the New Year too, but they made frozen ones.”

”Come make them at our house every year from now on.” Zhou Wen Hui patted her hand, ”Our boy is busy; you need to keep him in check.”

Su Chen walked out of the study, having changed into loungewear.

Seeing the three busy figures in the kitchen, he leaned against the doorframe and smiled.

”What are you smiling at? Come help!” Su Bing Tian said without turning his head, ”Peel this plate of garlic.”

”Dad, I can handle high-tech at the company; peeling garlic is easy, right?” Su Chen walked over with a smile.

”That’s different.” Su Bing Tian handed him the garlic, ”Company matters require brains; housework requires heart.”

Outside the window, scattered sounds of firecrackers came from the distance—fireworks were banned in downtown Shenzhen, but the festive atmosphere of the New Year had already drifted over from the suburbs.

At 7:00 PM, the New Year’s Eve dinner was served.

Eight dishes: braised pork, steamed fish, white-cut chicken, sweet and sour pork ribs, lettuce with oyster sauce, broccoli with minced garlic, lotus root soup, and freshly cooked dumplings.

The dishes were simple, but they carried the flavor of the New Year.

Su Bing Tian took out a wooden box containing a bottle of Moutai.

”I’ve saved this wine for 28 years.” The old man carefully opened the packaging, ”It’s from 1990, bought the year you were born.

I thought back then, we’d drink it the day you started your own family and career.”

He poured four small glasses.

”Son, I’ve seen what you’ve done this year on the news.” Su Bing Tian raised his glass, ”Dad proposes a toast to you—not for how much money you’ve made, but because you haven’t forgotten your original intention.”

Su Chen’s eyes grew warm.

Father and son clinked glasses.

The Moutai went down smoothly, mellow and long-lasting, carrying the deep fragrance of time.

”I watched the live stream of your annual meeting.” Zhou Wen Hui picked up a piece of fish for Lin Wan, ”The Phoenix drone was beautiful, but what made Mom even happier was that you remembered to thank your employees.

You have to make money, but you must also bring people together.”

”Mom, I know.” Su Chen nodded.

Lin Wan said softly: ”Auntie, he’s actually under a lot of pressure.

Sometimes he’s still in the office at 3:00 AM, just for a product detail.”

”That’s why you need to look after him.” Zhou Wen Hui served Lin Wan more food, ”Health is your capital.

You are still young, and you have a long road ahead.”

Outside, fireworks began to intensify.

Across Shencheng Bay, the night sky of Hong Kong was also lit up.

After dinner, Su Chen and Lin Wan stood on the third-floor balcony.

The villa area was on high ground, offering a view of half of Shenzhen’s nightscape.

The lights of ten thousand homes spilled out like a galaxy, and the fireworks were reflected on the surface of the distant sea, shimmering.

”How should we spend these fifteen days?” Lin Wan leaned on his shoulder.

Su Chen put his arm around her waist: ”I’ll take you on a trip.

No private jets, no grand displays, just high-speed trains, homestays, and street food.

Let’s go see the hustle and bustle of human life, the mountains and the scenery.”

”Really?” Lin Wan looked up, her eyes sparkling in the night, ”Can you get away?”

”Yes.” Su Chen nodded, ”President Luo said he’d hold down the fort even if the sky fell.