I never dreamed that I would meet Chen Lun at this time and place.

Chen Lun, from Beijing, was forty years old, graduated from university and the head of the four sons of Sitong Company.

The two trendsetters who made the land speculation in Hainan back then met for the first time in eight years, which was too dramatic.

The two shook hands and smiled.

He also hugged, Chen Lun took the initiative and was unnatural, but he still cooperated passively.

Chen Lun held Baishou's arm and turned around to walk into the elevator, "Baishou, go to my place to sit."

Without saying anything.

The white hand had to follow.

Room 618.

After sitting down with his hands, he opened his mouth to ask for water to drink, "Chen Lun, I went downstairs to find hot water to drink."

Chen Lun hurriedly poured water and smiled and said, "Don't worry, hot water is definitely enough to drink, but you have to wait five minutes."

After Baishou looked at the room.

Like a home, messy.

Baizhaixin said, this guy is from Beijing and has a home in Beijing. Why did he stay in a hotel?

Chen Lun was also thinking, during the Chinese New Year, he traveled all the way to Beijing. Could it be that the big boss is here to steal?

"Baishou, calling Baishou is rude. What do you want me to call him?"

"Old Bai." Baishou smiled slightly.

Chen Lun also smiled, "Oh, I remember before, I always called you Xiaobai."

"It's not appropriate to call Xiaobai the person who has been thirty or forty."

"Okay, Lao Bai, please call me Lao Chen."

The two shook hands again and looked at each other and smiled.

The water boiled.

Chen Lun made tea with himself for free.

The white hand was so thirsty that he ignored politeness and was not afraid of burning his mouth. He picked up the teacup and drank it.

I drank half a cup in just a few sips.

Chen Lun handed the cigarette to the free hand for the free hand.

Shiba said thanking me, one hand with a tea cup and the other hand with a cigarette.

Suddenly, Chen Lun stood up and bowed to Bai.

I was puzzled by the way, "Old Chen, what do you mean?"

Chen Lun sat down again.

"We looked down on you in Hainan back then. I was blind and gave you a nickname. Lao Bai, I have always wanted to find an opportunity to apologize to you. Please accept my apology tonight."

Baishou smiled, "Farmers farm?"

Chen Lun nodded, "Old Bai, I'm sorry."

"I accept it. But."

"But what?"

"This nickname is very appropriate. Because the reason why I was able to succeed in the land speculation back then was because I correctly used my farmer's thinking."

"Oh, how do you say this?"

"We farmers pay more attention to immediate interests and are good at harvesting when they are better. Just like farming, we grow whatever is good on the street... In short, speculating on land, housing, stocks, and using farmers' thinking to speculate, it is easier to achieve success."

Chen Lun listened seriously, and his free-to-hand statement was too novel.

"Old Bai, listening to your words is better than reading for ten years. I am ashamed of me. Compared with you, my more than ten years of reading for nothing."

He waved his hand in the air and said with a smile: "I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore. The winners are all the past times, and the heroes will not mention the courage of the past."

Chen Lun nodded.

Suddenly, neither of them spoke.

After a moment of silence, the two suddenly spoke together.

"You talk first."

The two were stunned and then looked at each other and smiled.

I made a gesture of invitation from scratch, "You talk first."

Chen Lun stretched out his finger and pointed to the room, "You see, this is my home now. Two major changes have occurred in my life. I have divorced and Sitong Company has also split up."

Baishou smiled, "Also, you are going to Shanghai to develop."

"Old Bai, you are well-informed."

He spread his hands with his hands, "It's okay. I worked hard to come to Beijing in the snowy and ice, so I'm not here to play."

"You mean?" Chen Lun asked: "You mean, are you coming to Beijing to find out the news?"

Baishou smiled and said, "Information is money."

Chen Lun believed and half doubted that information was money, and Chen Lun also believed so.

But Chen Lun concluded that something was strange when he came to North China during the Chinese New Year.

People refused to say it, and Chen Lun did not ask.

"Old Bai, I will go to Shanghai after the New Year. I have to rely on you for many matters."

"It's easy to say, everything is easy to say."

Chen Lun raised his wrist and looked at his watch and asked casually, "Lao Bai, when will you go back to Shanghai? If you have time, I will treat you to a meal."

"Not necessarily." Baishou said: "I'm going to wait for my friend's notification. As for dinner, let's talk about it later. The restaurants on the street are not open, so you can't treat me to dinner."

"Haha...I'm sorry."

I stood up and said goodbye, but people raised their wrists and looked at their watches. How could they stay here again?

When they broke up, the two made up a ceremony and exchanged business cards.

I returned to my room from scratch, and the Korean rich man was still sleeping soundly.

Look at the watch, it's a little short of ten o'clock.

After thinking about it, Wushou was about to wake up Han Fu, but he heard something outside.

The first move suddenly became alert.

After more than ten seconds, Bai tiptoed to the door, listened to it, and then suddenly opened the door.

There is no one outside the door.

But when I saw the turn of the corridor, a small figure flashed by the floor because of the lights of the corridor.

Smiling in vain.

Eight out of ten, nine out of ten are Chen Lun.

It turns out that Chen Lun, who was known as the Confucian businessman, would also steal, which shows that in this world, nobleness is all made by his mother.

Wake up Korean wealthy in vain.

South Korea sat up richly.

"Old Han, let's set off."

"clear."

Because of Chen Lun's appearance, I was more cautious.

I left first by hand and let Korean rich go out half a minute later.

Moreover, he took the stairs and took the elevator.

At this time, almost no one walked around the hotel.

Even the waiters at the lobby desk went into the room to watch CCTV's Spring Festival Gala.

The white hand stopped by the service desk.

Look around, there are no people.

He took the registration book with his own hands and flipped it up quickly.

When I turned to the page with the name of a rich Korean, I tore it off with no means.

However, Bai's hand had an idea and put all the entire registration book and the torn page into his arms.

Korean Fugang came out of the elevator and could see clearly that he almost laughed.
To be continued...