74: Chapter 74 Reshuffling of the Beijing Elite Circle

A flash of understanding crossed Li Dakang's eyes.

The Wu family was one of the eight major families in the capital, originally attached to the Zhang family, one of the four great families.

During the political storm last year, the Zhang family collapsed, and the Wu family was severely injured in the process.

This was the game rule of the capital: harmony on the surface, but daggers and swords hidden in the dark.

Once someone lost power, others would swarm in like sharks smelling blood.

"Wu Jianmin's father was transferred from the Executive Deputy Minister of the Propaganda Department to the second-in-command of a central enterprise."

Third Young Master could not hide his pride: "The one who took his place happens to be my old man."

Li Dakang nodded slightly.

This is politics; every seat has its occupant.

The Zhang family fell, and naturally, someone would fill the vacant position. As the saying goes, "When the Zhang family falls, everyone gets fed." The Qian family really picked up a big bargain this time.

"However, the Wu family is still lucky."

Zhou Mingyuan analyzed calmly: "At least Old Master Wu is in good health. With him here, the Wu family still has a chance to turn things around."

Sun Xin nodded: "The truly miserable one is the Zhang family. I heard Old Man Zhang is already terminally ill. Once he is gone..."

He didn't finish, but everyone understood the meaning.

Third Young Master sighed: "Who could have thought that the Zhang family, one of the dignified four great families, would fall just like that?"

The tone was filled with both emotion and a sense of "when the rabbit dies, the fox mourns."

"Does that kid Wu Jianmin still have the mood to come here and play?" Zhou Mingyuan suddenly asked, his brows furrowed slightly.

Third Young Master sneered: "Who knows. It's probably because he sees that the Zhang family's ship is about to sink and wants to climb a higher branch."

"After all, the boss of this Forbidden City is that person from the Wang family..."

Li Dakang waved his hand, interrupting the topic: "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore."

His gaze swept over the faces of the three: "I asked you here today because there is a serious matter to discuss."

"Third Young Master, please speak your mind!" Third Young Master promised, patting his chest.

"Exactly, do we need to be polite between brothers?" Sun Xin echoed.

Although Zhou Mingyuan didn't speak, his eyes said it all.

Li Dakang took a deep breath and said slowly: "I know you all don't like politics."

The voice was light, but every word carried great weight: "But since I have chosen this path, I must walk it to the end."

The moonlight outside the window was obscured by clouds at some point, and the lights in the private room seemed to dim a bit.

Li Dakang's silhouette cast a long shadow on the wall.

"As the saying goes, a hero needs three helpers," Li Dakang continued.

"In my heart, you are the only ones I can truly trust."

Third Young Master and Sun Xin sat up straight simultaneously, their breathing becoming cautious.

They vaguely felt that what was about to be discussed might change the trajectory of their lives.

"My idea is this."

Li Dakang's gaze was like a torch: "Since you don't want to go into politics, why not go into business? With your brains and connections, plus my guidance, you will surely be able to carve out a world in the business realm."

"When I need help in the future, you will be my strongest backing. As for the startup capital..."

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "I will take care of it."

These words were like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in the hearts of the three.

Third Young Master's eyes lit up, and Sun Xin and Zhou Mingyuan's breathing also became rapid at this moment.

"Third Young Master, say no more!"

Third Young Master slammed the table, causing the wine in the glass to splash out.

His eyes flashed with excitement, and his voice carried a long-suppressed desire: "I've wanted to do this for a long time! You don't know, every time I see those nouveau riche from other places showing off in front of me, it feels as uncomfortable as being scratched by a cat!"

Sun Xin nodded with deep empathy: "That's right, Third Young Master. Don't look at us as having prominent family backgrounds; in reality, we are very tight on money. Unlike you, who has an aunt like a God of Wealth to support you."

Zhou Mingyuan shook his head with a bitter smile: "Brother Kang, you know, my dad keeps a tight rein on me, afraid that I'll mess around outside. Even when my aunt wants to give me more pocket money, he stops her."

The private room fell into silence for a moment.

Outside the window, in the courtyard of the Forbidden City Clubhouse, the artificial hills and flowing water shimmered with silver light under the moonlight, and a few koi fish stirred up slight ripples on the water surface.

Li Dakang's gaze swept slowly over the three faces.

Scions of prominent families like them seemed glamorous, but in reality, they were restricted by the discipline of the older generation everywhere.

He understood this situation too well; it was like being a bird trapped in a golden cage, possessing the ambition to soar into the nine heavens, yet having its wings bound by invisible shackles.

"The older generation all struggled through hard times," Li Dakang said softly.

"They are accustomed to frugality and cannot bear to see their descendants squander."

His gaze became profound: "But such days won't last long. In another ten years, when the older generation all..."

He didn't finish, but the three understood the meaning.

The wheels of the era were rolling forward, and the new generation would eventually hold the power of discourse.

The reason Li Dakang wanted to support these three in business was precisely because he valued the importance of an economic foundation for his political career.