After coming out of grandpa's study, Liu Kanggan was pulled aside by his father to re-educate: "Kangkang, just listen to your grandpa's words, don't practice them. Times are different, do you understand?"

"Thank you, dad." Liu Kanggan responded with a smile. Of course, he would not regard the old antique experience of grandpa as a guide, but he would not deny it completely. This is the story of Xiaoma crossing the river that he saw when he was a child. He had the final say on how to go.

When the whole family gathered for dinner, Liu Wenxiang announced the big event. Kang Kang officially entered the career path. Everyone had to help. My aunt's family naturally responded enthusiastically. My sister-in-law Xiong Ru also expressed her support this time. The Liu family has been in a prosperous life for more than ten years. Now it is going downhill. It is like the Jia family in Dream of Red Mansions. It can last for decades with Zuyin. But if you want to stand tall, you must have a few more leaders. Among this generation, Cao Zigao was sentenced to life imprisonment, Liu Jieyu was idle, and Wang Meimei was still in middle school, so she could only count on Liu Kang to work.

Liu Wenxiang suddenly thought that the illegitimate son of the second boy and Yang Fan would be so good that he would be able to get closer to Vice Governor Yang, and the Liu family would be able to last for another twenty years.

Time cannot be repeated, life cannot be regretted, so that's it.

...

Fu Ping'an conducted a comprehensive examination in the hospital and confirmed that he had recovered from health. He went back to Huaimen to visit his parents, and then returned to Omi. He finally went to the house he shared with Liu Xiaona.

The building here is empty, Liu Xiaona moved away her things, and the wardrobe is three-quarters empty. The relationship between the two ended in vain, without even saying goodbye. He didn't even know whether Liu Xiaona was still in this city, and the cooperation with Delong Furniture came to an end.

The silent ending is a relief for everyone. Fu Ping'an retired the rent and moved into Jiangda's graduate apartment, where he studied and ran the company.

A piece of printing paper was placed on Fu Ping'an's desk. On it was a person's profile. The photo looked familiar. It was a generous man who drove a Porsche in Shenzhen.

"This person is called Jie Xiaoming. He is the murderer who hit you. Those dead and injured, including us, have not received a penny of compensation so far." Mu Lan said, "I have investigated. They did a beautiful job and could not find any mistakes in the law. What do you think you should do?"

Fu Ping'an looked at it at a glance. Jie Xiaoming's resume was brilliant and simple. He went to a prestigious university in Beijing in elementary school and went to the United States to study in high school. He graduated from Stanford and interned at Goldman Sachs. However, he had no outstanding achievements. This is a typical second-generation official with a high attitude and low skills. As long as he doesn't do it, he won't die. However, Jie Xiao obviously likes to do it very much.

This person has a strong background. His father is the president of the State-owned Policy Bank and his aunt is the vice governor of Jiangdong Province. These two giants can handle everything alone. The possibility of using unconventional means is low, and at least it cannot be done in China.

Mu Lan said: "My suggestion is to make him pay the price while he goes abroad."

Fu Ping'an didn't say anything.

Mu Lan said again: "You don't think I'm too cruel, you have no choice. You can't let him continue to harm people. As long as such a person is alive, the people in the same city as him will be in danger at any time."

"Wait a minute." Fu Ping'an finally said, "If you want to do it, just uproot it."

...

On the top floor of New Era Plaza, this floor is the most expensive and has been idle until it was rented by Jie Xiaoming. The house was rented with Wang Peng's money. The two brothers worked together to do business. Jie Xiaoming made relationships, Wang Peng made funds, and looked for projects together.

Xie Xiaoming was wearing a trendy brand, with his feet in slippers tilted on the coffee table. Sitting opposite him was Feng Qingcun, a local real estate tycoon. Feng Qingcun, who was in his forties and fifties, bowed down to his juniors in his twenties because he needed the support of the resources behind Jie Xiaoming.

"I am not a second-generation official." Jie Xiaoming put down his psp and said to Feng Qingcun, "He, Wang Peng, is not a second-generation rich man. I hate others the most about what kind of man I am. I am the first generation and the strongest king."

"That's right, that's right, we have resources, but we don't want to use them." Feng Qingcun smiled and complimented. He looked down on this kid a little. Even in terms of political resources, Omi still has a lot of second-generation men who are better than him. The young master who is the first, second and third in charge of the province and city is only stronger than the vice governor's nephew.

But Feng Qingcun can't get those lines, but what can be done is a good relationship.

Wang Peng said: "Mr. Feng, you may not know much about Mr. Ming. He has real talent and knowledge. He graduated from Stanford University in the United States and worked in Wall Street and Silicon Valley. Bill Gates once kept him with him with a high salary, but he didn't. We can cooperate with Mr. Ming. That is a blessing we have cultivated in our previous life."

Feng Qingcun said: "That's necessary. I wonder what specific plans does Ming Shao have?"

Xie Xiaoming said: "The first step is to participate in the mixed reform of state-owned enterprises. I was attracted by a state-owned enterprise. If it was not well-managed, it was about to go bankrupt, but the market value of land reserves is at least 20 billion yuan, and it will be money if it is over."

Feng Qingcun smiled slightly but didn't. Everyone understands this kind of operation. Without real hard power, he can't play at all. To be honest, with Jie Xiaoming's capital, he can't play such a big plate.

"We cannot eat alone in this kind of thing, we must rely on collective strength, which is also the reason why I chose to cooperate with everyone." Xie Xiaoming said, "We participated in mixed reform, but we did not take over the big head, but only took over the land to engage in real estate. The main reason for this is to be low-key and safe."

"Gao." Feng Qingcun said.

"Doing real estate is just a gain of popularity. The third part is to make electric cars." Xie Xiaoming said, "The fastest way to make money in this world is to cut leeks. Not only does it cut leeks from investors, but also the leeks from venture capital. I am going to enter the electric car field and develop Xiaoming brand electric cars. I have done all PPT. The prototype of the concept car was designed by Georgiaro, a famous Italian car designer, to be designed by positioning high-end electric cars, and to ring the bell on the Nasdaq to earn money from American investors."

"It's really high." This time, Feng Qingcun sincerely praised Ming Shao. After all the tricks, he could at least win one hundred billion.

Of course, bragging is just bragging, and hard work is just doing it. If you can turn the awesomeness you brag into reality, that is really awesome.

Wang Peng said: "I wish us a happy cooperation with you after opening red wine."

Feng Qingcun said: "If you want to drink, don't drink here, go to my yacht to drink."

"Yacht?" Xie Xiaoming became interested.

In Omi's circle of rich men, playing luxury cars is outdated. It is popular to play yachts now. Omi is not near the sea, but there is a river. The effect is the same. Buy yachts, rent berths, hire sailors, and don't have a bunch of bikini girls on the yachts, and then make some red wine and crystal cups, wear white pants, a captain's hat, and the rose gold Royal Oak offshore wrist, the shape comes out.

When going downstairs, Xie Xiaoming met Fu Ping'an, who was also working in the New Era in the elevator. He encountered it again and again, which was a coincidence.

"No, who are you? Wherever I go?" My aunt was not present at this moment, Jie Xiaoming showed his evil spirit and questioned the other party impolitely in the elevator.

"Maybe we are destined to be together." Fu Ping'an said lightly.

"Mr. Ming, let me introduce that this is Mr. Fu from Anlan Trade, who specializes in international trade and is also a legend in our Jiangdong. We will communicate more in the future." Feng Qingcun hurriedly smoothed out the situation.

"How legendary is it? Tell me." Xie Xiaoming said with a sneer.

Feng Qingcun seemed to see himself last year. There is a saying that goes, don’t bully young people poor. Last year, Fu Ping’an had only the halo hardware but didn’t keep up with it. Now he is in charge of a company with a valuation of 600 million yuan. If he has not yet made great achievements, he will pay attention to making friends. How can he push people to the opposite side? He hurriedly introduced: "Fu is a soldier, a first-class hero, a provincial people's congress representative. The company just won the A round. He is a rising star in our Omi business world. He has just graduated from university, right?"

"Oh, that's true, that's really awesome." Xie Xiaoming's arrogance dissipated for most of his arrogance. He was not the kind of brainless second generation. On the contrary, he was smart, but he was used to being arrogant and domineering. When he met someone who was really capable, he would not be stupid and would cause trouble for his family.

"Mr. Feng has been too rewarded." Fu Ping'an is very well-educated and does not have the same knowledge as the evil young man. In his eyes, Jie Xiaoming, like Cao Zigao, is a jail sooner or later.

"Make friends and have the opportunity to cooperate." Xie Xiaoming stretched out his hand to Fu Ping'an.

"Good luck." Fu Ping'an looked like a rainy look. As soon as the two shook hands, he felt a great force coming. Jie Xiaoming often raised iron, and the force in his hands was very strong, so Fu Ping'an also increased his strength. The two of them secretly competed. The blue veins appeared in their hands. Feng Qingcun saw this and quickly called them, "I will arrange it when I have time, and we will sit together."

Xie Xiaoming hid his hand in his pocket, and he felt a comminuted fracture in his right hand.

"This kid is a little interesting," said Xie Xiaoming.

"I think he looks familiar, and it seems to have seen him in Shenzhen." Wang Peng said, "I look quite like that security guard, but it is unlikely that he is the same person."

"Everything is possible." Xie Xiaoming said, looking at Fu Ping'an's back.

"That's what God sent to practice for Young Master Ming." Wang Peng said, "Do it."

Xie Xiaoming sneered: "No, I want to keep it for fun, Mr. Feng, what kind of business he does, I will fight against him and squeeze him out."

Feng Qingcun said: "International trade, importing wood fruits and other things from Southeast Asia, and exporting small commodities in Yiwu."

As we were chatting, the car was coming. Feng Qingcun invited Jie Xiaoming and Wang Peng to the riverside cruise ship dock and boarded the luxury yacht he bought from Italy. He hired several people to specialize in the boat. The teak floor was shiny under the Yangguan. Everyone took off their shoes and got on the boat. The captain drove the boat away from the dock and wandered in the Huai River. The guests smoked cigars and drank champagne, and enjoyed the beautiful scenery on both sides of the shore.

"Good, I'll do one." Xie Xiaoming said.

"Then you have to do one thing, and you will talk about business on a yacht, which is so grand." Wang Peng said with support.

"No need to spend money, mine is Ming Shao's." Feng Qingcun flattered.

"You are so small that I don't like it. I have to customize a big one." Jie Xiaoming was arrogant and arrogant, "I want to own the largest yacht in Ori."

...

At the same time, Fu Ping'an came to the Pan Asia Building of the same CBD and visited a company called Yongchang Trading. Here he saw his old friend Ye Ming.

Fu Ping'an stood attentively and saluted, although both of them were wearing casual clothes.

"After a moment." Ye Ming smiled and handed over the business card, but the name on the business card was not Ye Ming, but the business manager Zhao Hui.

"What should I call you?" Fu Ping'an said.

"They are all real names, as you like." Ye Ming said, "Brothers settle accounts clearly and discuss business."

There were only two of them in the conference room. Sunshine came from among the high-rise buildings and spread on the conference table. Ye Ming spread out a beautifully printed promotional album and pointed to a product above and said, "In view of Xingmatai's defense budget and actual situation, I recommend this one, which is good quality and cheap, and has a very high cost performance."
Chapter completed!