Jing Gao waited for Wang Hanjun and Gu Xixi to come over on the grass in front of the Guoguan College building. The winter morning was cold and windy, and it felt like it might snow.
Jing Gao held his notebook and, while reading it, told Dong Youwei what he had just thought next to him, asking him to follow it up and make arrangements for execution.
Dong Youwei was thirty-two years old. He wore glasses, had a narrow face, and a fair face. He looked a bit like Max, the villain in "Once Upon a Time in America." He drew pictures from gourds, also holding a notebook.
, recording Jing Gao’s instructions.
Seeing Dong Youwei put the narrow notebook back into the inner pocket of his suit, Jing Gao smiled and said: "Dong Youwei, don't pass this habit on to others. Otherwise, when our Phoenix Consortium has a meeting, I will speak
, all the senior executives below took out a small notebook. It turned me into the strongest post-80s generation and became a joke."
Who is the strongest post-80s generation on earth? Of course the three fat ones.
Dong Youwei said hurriedly: "No. Mr. Jing, I'm afraid I'll omit something. Write it down and I'll do it one by one." Recently, Jiang Zi has been busy with the Uber company. He works as a secretary with Mr. Jing.
Upload and download. He and Jiang Zi are different. If Jiang Zi has any doubts, he can probably ask Mr. Jing directly. Can he?
Jing Gao patted Dong Youwei's shoulder understandingly, "Don't put too much pressure. Oh, let Lao Han inspect Station B and prepare to invest. I hope to hold about 30% of the shares."
Lao Han is Han Wenguang, the general manager of Phoenix Fund.
The main position of Insight Network is at Station B. It has personally donated 10 million, and of course the platform must also invest to occupy a certain right to speak. This is an industrial process.
Speaking of this, he thought of Song Yan. In fact, Song Yan took him to the Insight Network yesterday, which had a certain meaning of "declaration". But Xiao Song was a bit naive! He thought he would just follow the scholars to make a video.
For him, what is the best way to "save life" for a rich second generation like Song Yan who is interested in business? Apply for Professor Shen's graduate school. Wait until you decide on the teacher-student status and see if anyone dares to mess with you.
?
What a joke! Do you know who Professor Shen and his colleagues were the head of the department back then? I can’t say the big brother’s name.
Of course, no one would care about Song Yan's "social death" involving personal morality.
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While they were talking, Wang Hanjun and Gu Xixi came across from the forest path in the distance. One was wearing a pink long down jacket, bright and moving. The other was wearing an off-white long coat, bright and unreasonable. The two were as beautiful as flowers.
girl.
"Brother Jing..., the wind is quite strong." Wang Hanjun affectionately helped Jing Gao adjust the collar of his coat. After dinner last night, she and Brother Jing walked around the campus holding hands again.
Feeling the bright and charming girl's affection for him, Jing Wen smiled warmly and restrained the urge to hug her. Of course he was willing to see her before leaving the magic city. But what would happen if Gu Xixi followed him?
What happened? He had just agreed on the phone that she should go to Phoenix Fund’s Magic City branch for an internship, and the treatment would be the same as Zhang Li’s.
"Let's go, let's find a place sheltered from the wind and sit for a while. Is there a milk tea shop in the corner in front, let's go sit there together?"
Gu Xixi was still a little depressed, mainly because of what happened to Song Yan yesterday. It was like the sudden collapse of her perfect boyfriend. She was very sensitive and said in a clear voice: "Mr. Jing, no need. I came here specifically to tell you.
Thanks."
Wang Hanjun was a little embarrassed, so she left her friends alone to spend some time alone with Brother Jing. Of course she was willing. But she would definitely have to joke to them about "seeing sex and forgetting friends". She persuaded them: "Xixi, let's come together."
The three of them walked through the withered grass in front of the building, bypassed a cluster of red houses and a ginkgo forest, and arrived at a student living area. They sat down in a small milk tea shop next to the student supermarket and ordered three cups of fruit milk tea.
Wang Hanjun drank milk tea and asked: "Brother Jing, did it go well for you to visit the teacher in our school today?"
"It's a great harvest." Jing Gao took out his notebook from the inner pocket of his coat and handed it to Wang Hanjun, "I'll show you my study notes."
Wang Hanjun opened the notebook and took a look. He couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle, "Brother Jing, your handwriting is so ugly!"
Gu Xixi leaned over, looked up at Jing Gao, her eyes were as clear as a stream, and then she pursed her lips and smiled. It was a quiet, elegant smile, extremely beautiful.
Jing Gao admired in his heart. Gu Xixi is so beautiful. [Appearance: 99, figure: unknown. At least 90+]. He now believes that Song Yan really loves Liu Ziyu. Otherwise, he will definitely have a relationship with Gu Xixi.
This is not the ancient time, where you can have three wives and four concubines. If Liu Ziyu learns that her boyfriend and his best friend are having a relationship, the result is very certain, they will definitely break up. And with Gu Xixi's appearance and conditions, she will definitely compete for the throne.
Hey, he seems to be in the same predicament now. Nothing can happen between him and Gu Xixi. He has to worry about Han Jun's mood.
Let me go! What am I thinking? Jing Gao calmed down, but he started to think divergently again. He said: "Han Jun, it's not so exaggerated, right? It's ugly, it's a bit ugly, I'm using shorthand."
Wang Hanjun and Gu Xixi looked at Jing Gao in tacit understanding, smiling and saying nothing.
Jing Gao couldn't continue knitting, so he smiled and said: "It's hard to break things down. Okay, I'll go back and practice my calligraphy. Oh, let me ask you two a question. What is your goal in life?"
Wang Hanjun chuckled, as if peach blossoms were blooming in winter, so charming that it was hard to describe. A boy on the side of the road saw the flowers in his eyes and bumped directly into the table. Wang Hanjun ignored the others and said with a smile: "Brother Jing, you changed the topic
Isn’t it too blunt? Well~, my life goal is to be like my father, to be in charge of a large group worth hundreds of billions."
She has worked hard since she was a child to become excellent. That's why she earned the nickname "princess" in her circle of friends.
"Very good." Jing Gao looked at Gu Xixi, "Gu Xixi, how about you?" He was not familiar with Gu Xixi and called her by his first name.
Gu Xixi said: "I have enough food and clothing, and I won't have any worries in this life. I want to do things that interest me." This is a bit perfunctory. It's normal. Who would talk about her true inner thoughts with a man she doesn't know well?
Woolen cloth?
Jing Gao nodded. He just collected other people's thoughts to support his own. His life goal, when he got the unlimited card, he thought about it repeatedly: to enjoy life happily.
Specifically, there are three things. First, do what you are interested in. Personal interest is the source of happiness.
Second, explore the beauty and surprises in the journey of life. There are many beautiful things and beautiful scenery in life, which are worth exploring and experiencing.
Third, improve yourself. Constantly surpassing and challenging yourself can also bring happiness.
However, now a new problem has arisen. Because he has more and more properties under his name, he has to spend a lot of energy and time. He is now more like a businessman than a powerful person! He is sure that his interests are not what he should be.
The boss is here!
He is thinking about a question now. As a great man, why is he so busy?
After sitting in the milk tea shop with Wang Hanjun and Gu Xixi for about ten minutes, Jing Gao said goodbye to them. His flight back to the capital had been scheduled early.
