He Wenjie had sold 20,000 shares of his stock subscription warrants when the price hit over 2,000, and another 30,000 when it crossed 3,000. The remaining 50,000 shares were completely cleared out when the price surged to 4,000. Ever since then, He Wenjie had entered a completely relaxed retirement, settling into a fixed routine of three locations: spending his days wandering between Cai Xiaoli's private-kitchen restaurant and Elder Guan's Siheyuan, and staying at home to help his children with their studies.
When He Wenjie was at Cai Xiaoli's restaurant, he would often keep dining friends company with a couple of drinks and a chat, or head to the kitchen to discuss culinary arts with the veteran head chef. At first, the old man hadn't thought much of him, but when He Wenjie casually whipped up a couple of Cantonese dishes to show off his skills, the old man's eyes lit up. "Who did you learn your Cantonese cooking from?"
"An overseas Chinese compatriot. The old man spent his whole life cooking Cantonese cuisine, and in his later years, he wanted to pass his culinary skills back to his homeland. So, through a twist of fate, I learned this craft from him."
Chapter 517