At eight o'clock in the evening on New Year's Eve, the Spring Festival Gala is being played in thousands of households across the land of China.
“Hey, Qiqi, if you call your brother again, why don’t you come back?”
Zhao Shumei was making dumplings while urging her niece.
“Gu, my brother must be driving, so we can’t rush him,” Zhao Suqi said seriously.
“He wasn’t in the car during the last phone call?” Zhao Shumei heard it.
Zhao Suqi said "uh".
“Sister, what are you urging him to do? It’s the time for Xiaozhuo to work hard for his career.” Xu Ru lowered the sound of the TV and said with a smile, “Others can’t even envy her.”
“No matter how hard you work, why don’t you go home on New Year’s Eve?” Zhao Shumei shook her head.
At this moment, a key opened the door, and then Fang Zhuo's cheerful voice came in: "Let me see, let me see, whose son didn't go home to eat his own mother's bread on New Year's Eve?"
dumpling!"
“Brother, you’re back!”
“Xiao Zhuo is back.”
Zhao Shumei didn’t stop making dumplings. She smiled unconsciously and said “hmm” before saying, “It’s the son of the busy man in my family who is back.”
“Dad, uncle, aunt.” Fang Zhuo greeted in a circle and took off his coat, “Qiqi, look at the corners of your mouth.”
He put on his nightgown, walked to his mother, happily pinched a dumpling from the bowl next to her, and said in a serious tone: "Oh, my mother is the only one who can make such delicious dumplings!"
Zhao Shumei smiled and scolded: "You are poor, I will give you a bowl of new bread."
Fang Zhuo nodded repeatedly, took two steps, and saw his father and uncle playing chess with serious faces.
“Hey, dad, uncle, are you two playing backgammon here?”
The two grown men nodded.
Fang Zhuo glanced at it for a few times, casually pointed out the situation of the battle, and was quickly driven away.
He chatted with his aunt a few more about the situation in his hometown, and then his mother brought him steaming dumplings.
“Well, it’s delicious!”
“Mom, don’t go back after the Chinese New Year. I can eat these dumplings every day.”
Fang Zhuo devoured it, he was really hungry.
“What’s there to do here? If you don’t know anyone, you’ll die of suffocation in a few days.” Zhao Shumei shook her head.
Fang Zhuo laughed twice: "It's okay if you don't come to my place. When you have time, I will take my dad to Sanya or something to travel and enjoy life."
Zhao Shumei didn't answer the question, and suddenly said slowly: "It's okay to come to your place, I've thought about it."
Fang Zhuo said happily: "Okay, let my dad sell his car. If you come here to do whatever you want, I'll pay for it."
Zhao Shumei continued: "I was thinking about taking care of my grandson, so I retired early."
“Qiqi, how was your hospital review?” Fang Zhuo turned his face and asked the sister next to him, winking at her.
“The doctor said the situation is very good. Hey, aunt, if you have a grandson, wouldn’t I become an aunt?” Zhao Suqi gave his brother a narrow look.
Zhao Shumei nodded: "Yes, I have to call you aunt."
Fang Zhuo finished eating the dumplings, leaned on the edge of the sofa and crossed his legs, writing down his sister's insult.
I don’t often listen to my mother’s nagging, but on this New Year’s Eve, it doesn’t hurt to listen to it. It’s just listening anyway.
Finally, the exciting program in the Spring Festival Gala diverted her mother's attention. Fang Zhuo quietly told his sister a few words and planned to take the opportunity to send all of them to the hospital for a comprehensive physical examination.
This kind of thing is uncertain if you ask for it and will be rejected, but it is different when it comes to Zhao Suqi.
Zhao Suqi agreed and curiously asked about the foreigners his brother picked up at the airport today.
Fang Zhuo felt a little headache when he talked about this. Who wants to work overtime during the Chinese New Year, but this law firm, which is well-known in the industry and has done many acquisitions, chose this time.
“I previously established a private equity fund in New York, and the lawyers came to help with the compliance plan to prevent the fund’s investment from deviating beyond the bounds.”
Zhao Suqi seems to understand. Recently, in addition to taking extra classes, she has also been reading introductory financial books, but she doesn’t understand things like law firm compliance.
"The name of the private equity is MiGA, MakeIestmentGreatAgain, and it involves the secondary trading market in the United States. Many regulations are different from ours." Fang Zhuo gave an example casually, "For example, if you want to acquire a listed company here,
Once a company holds more than 30% of its shares, it is mandatory to make a tender offer for other shares. This is not the case in U.S. stocks, which place more emphasis on transparency in the process."
“This transparency can also apply for confidentiality due to certain circumstances. Some operations are worthy of question.”
Fang Zhuo said this.
Zhao Suqi understood: "Enter the village quietly, don't you want to shoot?"
Fang Zhuo was dumbfounded, which was almost the same.
“Does MIGA have any customers?” Zhao Suqi asked with interest.
“There is only one company for now. I also invested some money myself and bought Chinese concept stocks.” Fang Zhuo said, “Like the NetEase I told you last time, its price has been 50% higher than the price I bought it at.”
Zhao Suqi’s eyes widened a little: “Brother, you talked about NetEase last time, but I went to check and it was suspended!”
“Uh, yes, trading only resumed in January this year.” Fang Zhuo knows this all too well now.
“Brother, do you have inside information?” Zhao Suqi thought of this.
Fang Zhuo is very pleased, not only with his sister’s reaction, but also with the fact that even his sister thinks so, and the customer must also think so...
He said seriously: "No, NetEase and I are innocent. It's just that the three Chinese concept stocks were undervalued because of the Internet bubble. Mi GA Fund bought 10 million. This is an investment that will definitely pay off."
Zhao Suqi was a little confused: "Do you buy it just because of this judgment?"
Fang Zhuo certainly had other reasons, but he used this to make a point: "Qiqi, there is another logic here. The loss line of the Mi GA fund is three million US dollars. I dare to buy it because I can afford to lose money."
“If you take risks that you can’t bear when you see profits, then even if you succeed once or twice, problems may arise later.”
“Your opponent is often not other people, but the concept of ‘risk’ itself.”
Zhao Suqi nodded slowly.
Fang Zhuo smiled and said: "It's hard to understand these things just by talking about it. You need to operate it a few times to experience the rise and fall of the changing numbers."
“Why should I fall? Brother, can’t I just buy with you?” Zhao Suqi thought, “You, a fan of GA Fund, bought so much, and NetEase’s stock price is so low, aren’t you the banker?”
"You're quite smart..." Fang Zhuo shook his head, "But that loses the point of letting you practice. Not only the US stock market, you can also try domestic stocks. There are not many anyway. Occasionally look at the trend to verify the judgment of the information.
Wait until you have more time in college to further explore which direction you are interested in."
“Sister Yu said that I can try to take the college entrance examination this year and let me take classes in the second semester of my senior year.” Zhao Suqi mentioned one thing.
“She told me that she can give you extra classes as long as your test scores are acceptable, so go ahead and go. Xiaoyu has already found a good school, right?” Fang Zhuo asked.
Zhao Suqi nodded, it was the school where Sister Yu and her brother were.
"Don't have too much pressure. You can go to any school. Last time, Xiaoyu and I discussed it. Shanghai is indeed the domestic financial center. You can just go to the school here." Fang Zhuo said this and turned around.
My aunt was listening attentively.
He smiled and said: "Auntie, you don't blame me for not letting Qi Qi take the exam for Peking University and Tsinghua University, do you?"
“Listen to you, you are more knowledgeable than me.” Xu Ru said without hesitation, “I have nothing to worry about.”
Fang Zhuo smiled slightly, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and chatted with his aunt for a while.
After a while, he asked his mother: "Oh, yes, Mom, I'm busy with too many things, and I haven't heard you talk about what's going on at home. When I'm done with my work, I'll go back and spend my old age."
"Sometimes something happens, but for a while it was written in the newspaper that you were going to jump off the building, so the newspaper is at home." Zhao Shumei said seriously, "Whenever something happens at home, I will take out the newspaper."
Fang Zhuo: "...it's not like that."
“I’ll come to you again if there’s really a big deal. Can you find someone for the big deal?” Zhao Shumei asked.
Fang Zhuo was a little unsure about the standard of "big event" for a moment, and replied vaguely: "I should give it a try."
Zhao Shumei gave her own example: "Our construction company's performance has not been very good in the past two years. Does your company have such a business?"
Fang Zhuo pondered, turning a few names in his mind.
“Don’t think about it, I’m just giving you an example.” Zhao Shumei’s company is a state-owned enterprise. Although the place is small, there are twists and turns in it. She doesn’t want her son to get involved in this kind of thing.
Fang Zhuo said helplessly: "As for our relatives, if there is an emergency, sometimes when I go abroad, you can contact my administrative assistant directly. If that doesn't work, you can talk to Qi Qi. She can contact the senior management of our company.
Tube."
Zhao Suqi shook his phone to indicate that he could do it.
Fang Zhuo saw the mobile phone and remembered something closely related to the New Year. He pointed to the hanging coat and said, "Qiqi, bring my mobile phone. You can send me the New Year blessings and send them back."
Zhao Suqi did this last year and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
She sat cross-legged on the carpet and saw a lot of unread text messages. A rough look showed that there were companies, venture capital, hospitals, and some notes were at the administrative level.
“Brother, I won’t reply to those bureaus and offices, so as not to say the wrong thing.” Zhao Suqi said.
Fang Zhuo smiled and said: "Okay, let me decide the words myself. Many of them are contact information left when I went to the registration website. In fact, as long as there is a blessing for the New Year, it will be fine."
Zhao Suqi said "Oh" and began to help his brother carry the blessings in different text messages.
After a while, his father and uncle finished playing backgammon, and the family gathered on the sofa to chat and watch the Spring Festival Gala. Fang Zhuo gave full play to his advantage of talking, and eating melon seeds did not delay his speech at all.
At almost eleven o'clock, during the Spring Festival Gala, "Selling Cars" by Zhao Benshan, Fan Wei and Gao Xiumin was being played, and the mobile phone held by Zhao Suqi rang.
“Brother, Lao Qiu’s phone number, who is Lao Qiu?”
Fang Zhuo vomited a melon seed peel and signaled not to hang up the call. He took the phone and pressed answer: "Old leader, happy new year, happy new year."
“I thought I wouldn’t bother you today. Alas, it’s going very smoothly.”
“Thank you for your concern and your thoughtfulness. I just came back from New York in the past two days, and I want to go to Lin’an to pay New Year’s greetings to my leaders after the new year.”
“Yes, I am quite confident in our products.”
This call came from Qiu Di, the former deputy leader of Lin'an. Considering that it was not easy to address his current position, Fang Zhuo called him "old leader". Both the hospital and the leaders in Lin'an who had dealt with him had prepared a call.
This is the now well-known Yike player.
As for Qiu Di, Fang Zhuo specially sent some small gifts with more cultural added value. They were not very expensive, but they were quite thoughtful.
Fang Zhuo is sincerely grateful to Qiu Di. Regardless of whether the other party is out of political performance considerations, Guahao.com was invited by Lin'an to do informatization construction, and then it was built step by step with venture capital.
The other party's position has been adjusted, and no one has joined. In addition, there is also Team Leader Zheng Danrui Zheng. No matter from any angle, there is no problem in maintaining respect.
They chatted on the phone for a long time. Not only did they exchange New Year greetings with each other, Judy also asked about the development of information construction, and even cared about Xiang Zhuo's personal life. He didn't look like an old leader, but more like an elder.
Fang Zhuo adjusted his mood, without any impatience, nor did he really treat him as an elder because of the other party's tone, and answered the questions in an orderly manner.
At 11:10, the call ends.
Fang Zhuo was sitting in the study, thinking that Lao Qiu had called him on his own initiative, so he found Zheng Danrui's number and dialed it.
“Brother Zheng, happy New Year, I wish you a happy New Year.”
“Well, happy New Year.” The background sound on Zheng Danrui’s phone was very quiet.
Fang Zhuo said auspicious words, guessing that the other party might also be in the study.
This phone call is relatively normal. You wish me a happy New Year, I wish you all the best, you wish me career progress, and I wish you a high career.
With such a peaceful ending, Fang Zhuo felt that the message was very smooth at the moment, so he simply looked for the numbers in his address book and called them one by one.
These people who were called were also very proficient in blessing each other, and it was proven to be time-tested.
Everyone is willing to communicate with each other at this logical point.
…
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, many people get busy without having time to enjoy the New Year holiday.
IDG’s Xiong Xiaoge is like this.
He believes that colleagues should work harder to live up to the generous treatment.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Xiong Xiaoge met Pan Ben, who was responsible for connecting IDG China with Shencheng Yike, in the office. He was going to receive another detailed report. He would have to fly to Shanghai to meet Fang Zhuo after the year.
“Yike has yet to reach an agreement with IDG America, and Fang Zhuo is very worried.”
“Yike’s M1 and P1 strategies are fine. The purchase of music copyrights is a key point, and it may not be easy to negotiate with several large companies.”
“How do you think Fang Zhuo attaches great importance to the privacy aspect of the software iMu?”
After listening to Pan Ben’s report, Xiong Xiaoge was thinking about several issues.
Pan Ben answered one by one without reservation.
When the report came to an end, he said with some difficulty: "Mr. Xiong, I, I may have to leave IDG."
The unprepared Xiong Xiaoge was surprised: "What? Xiao Pan, is someone poaching you? Do you have any objections to IDG's work arrangements?"
Just now we were discussing the Yike project with each other, why did you suddenly resign?
He was very puzzled.
"That, uh, is, is..." Pan Ben hesitated for several days, and it was still not easy to actually speak.
Xiong Xiaoge quickly calmed down, and at the same time he was a little puzzled by this subordinate's performance. He had something to say. What was there to say?
“It’s Mr. Fang who wants me to come over.” Pan Ben mustered up his courage.
Xiong Xiaoge's mood suddenly became subtle, and then he asked expressionlessly: "Mr. Fang? Which Mr. Fang?"
“That’s right, the Mr. Fang we just talked about.” Pan Ben replied following the words.
“Is it Mr. Fang who has no business ethics?” Xiong Xiaoge asked.
Pan Ben: “……”
This chapter has been completed!