Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1781 What a coincidence!

Jiang Cheng was somewhat unsure about the business aspects his grandfather mentioned, but when it came to patriotism, he could only say it was an innate part of his family's bloodline.

Jiang Cheng gazed at the silent forest of steles covering the mountains and understood.

Or rather, this does not belong solely to the Jiang family.

This is a shared code engraved deep in the bones and blood of every Chinese son and daughter.

On ordinary days, it may be asleep amidst the daily grind, silent amidst the busyness of life, or even obscured by the hustle and bustle of the world.

But Jiang Cheng believes that no matter which Chinese son or daughter...

As long as you stand on this land that has been repeatedly irrigated by blood and silently protected by loyal souls.

When faced with that selfless sacrifice and silent vigil that transcends time and space.

The deepest secrets of the soul will be activated instantly and violently, producing a deafening roar.

Moreover, as someone who has been reborn, I understand all too well the importance of inheritance and continuation.

"This concerns the confidence and dignity we possess at every specific moment in the future."

Take Qiu Zheng's case as an example. If it weren't for his grandfather and his generation, who endured humiliation during extremely difficult times and devoted their lives, even their lives, to developing, catching up with, and laying the foundation for the most basic industrial and technological strength...

So by Qiu Zheng's time, he might not even have a fighter jet of his own to fly.

Therefore, if his generation doesn't work hard at this time...

If, in another seven or eight years, certain forces once again swagger and openly provoke us at sea, what will we rely on to defend this hard-won peace and dignity?

How can they mobilize hundreds of modern warships simultaneously, using their overwhelming strength, like a steel torrent, to intimidate people thousands of miles away?

"Grandpa..." Jiang Cheng's throat tightened.

When Jiang Cheng called out to him with a slightly choked voice, his shoulders twitched almost imperceptibly.

When she turned back, her face had returned to calm, but the burning joy surging deep in her eyes could no longer be concealed.

After glancing at the tombstone behind him one last time, he said in a low voice, "Go. You forged your own path down the mountain, so continue on that path. Just remember, from now on, when you look back—there's a light in your house, always lit for you."

After saying that, he didn't linger. Leaning on his cane, he walked steadily forward first.

The figure remained upright, but the previous loneliness was gone, as if a mountain that had been watching for too long had finally seen another mountain rising.

Jiang Cheng stood still, the mountain wind howling again, blowing past his slightly feverish eyes.

From childhood to adulthood, his concept of his grandfather was merely a title; there was never any actual communication or contact between them.

When they arrived in Kyoto and learned that their grandfather was no ordinary person, they were shocked but also deeply respectful of his identity.

But today, on this hillside where the pines rustle in the wind, the two mountains resonated for the first time in decades.

This heart-to-heart talk stirred up a complex mix of emotions within him, a feeling of profound understanding mixed with a belated sense of grievance.

The grandfather and grandson didn't say a word on the way down the mountain, until they reached the fork in the road and were about to get into the car when they saw two other cars stop there.

Grandpa didn't stop when he saw the two cars; he went straight to the back seat.

Just as I was getting on the bus, a voice called out from behind: "Brother Jiang, good afternoon."

Hearing this, his grandfather stopped and turned around.

Jiang Cheng glanced over and saw that an elderly man, a young man, and a pretty girl who was about his age got out of the car in front of him.

Then, the person who got out of the next car was Qiu Yihe's cousin, Qiu Wu.

When Qiu Wu saw his grandfather, his expression clearly showed embarrassment at being caught red-handed.

He also called out, "Brother Jiang."

Lin Hong glanced at Qiu Wu and then walked over to his great-grandfather. He extended his hand and said, "I didn't expect to run into you here. What a coincidence."

The old man, with a calm expression, also extended his hand: "Brother Su, you've come too. It's quiet here, perfect for a stroll."

"Yes, Brother Qiu was having tea at my place just now, so I invited him to come and see an old friend."

When Qiu Wu, who was walking a step slower, heard these words, his face stiffened, his eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and he inwardly cried out, "Oh no!"

His words sounded like a casual, everyday conversation, but in the delicate atmosphere before them, they were like a pebble thrown into a calm pond.

Although the ripples were not intense, they were enough to arouse suspicion in those with a keen eye.

Almost instinctively, his gaze swept quickly toward his great-grandfather.

However, Grandpa was a man who had weathered many storms, and he maintained his calm and composed expression, as if he hadn't heard the words that involved him.

Even so, only Qiu Wu knew how terrifying the undercurrents hidden beneath those eyes were.

He quickly stepped forward, a slightly awkward smile plastered on his face.

"Brother Jiang, it's just... just a coincidence. I went to visit Elder Lin today to catch up. Then Elder Lin said he was coming over, and I thought... I figured I should come and pay my respects to the old leaders, so I shamelessly came along. It's really... really a coincidence."

He spoke somewhat hastily, even deliberately emphasizing the words "coincidence" and "reminiscing," in an attempt to downplay any associations that Lin Hong's words might have brought.

He adopted a very humble posture, with a hint of nervousness and ingratiation in his eyes, as if afraid of being misunderstood as having "brought" the Lin family here, or having too close a relationship with the Lin family.

Seeing Qiu Wu's anxiety, Lin Hong's expression remained unchanged.

He knew that Qiu Wu still favored his grandfather more than himself.

And indeed, he had been actively trying to win over Qiu Wu.

Seeing that his grandfather did not respond to Qiu Wu, Lin Hong then carefully examined his great-grandfather's expression.

His words were concerned, yet his tone carried a deeper meaning: "Brother Jiang, you look much healthier than when I saw you before the New Year. I heard you've been taking excellent care of your health lately, and you have plenty of energy. It seems those rumors were true. That's wonderful..."

The word "rumor" made him pause for a moment.

The medical team had previously sent over a detailed medical report, and the grandfather had specifically instructed that it be kept strictly confidential.

So where did this 'rumor' actually come from?

The wrinkles on the great-grandfather's face were like dried walnuts, without the slightest ripple. He released his hand, his tone as calm as ever.

"They're all the same as before, just old bones, but the weather's warming up makes them look a bit more energetic. You, on the other hand, still look so robust."

Old Su laughed heartily, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over Jiang Cheng.

He then nodded slightly to the calm young man behind him.

The young man immediately stepped forward, his posture respectful yet retaining his integrity.

He bowed to Jiang Cheng's grandfather and said, "Hello, Grandpa."

Jiang Cheng glanced at him; his voice was clear and his manners impeccable.

However, Jiang Cheng's gaze was mostly fixed on the girl next to her.