Jiang Hua cursed at the taillights of the car that were about to disappear: "Push to the street."
After cursing this sentence, Jianghua Momin felt strangely relieved. Was this because he scolded the driver? It didn't seem to be the case. Could it be an allusion to something written by someone?
Jiang Hua also knew that he was a pig-brained person. He was unfamiliar with the place he was born in, and his language was so blunt. The old man who had become a scholar didn't care who he killed, but at this time he didn't care anymore, and he blended into the temple refreshed.
among the crowds on the street.
No wonder it's called a civilian nightclub. The food inside is really delicious and not expensive, and it meets all the needs of ordinary people.
There was a feeling of déjà vu in Jianghua. I followed the flow of people and walked forward. This place should have the same meaning as the Dashilar and Overpass in the capital in the past.
Jianghua's stomach just happened to be growling with hunger, so he randomly found a food stall and sat down. The waiters here were very tough.
He was leaning forward, with a towel on his shoulders and a shorthand notebook in his hand: "What do you want to eat?"
"What's there?"
The guy's mouth was like a borrowed machine gun, and everything was coming out. Jiang Hua basically didn't hear what he was saying. There might be some Hong Kong slang.
Jiang Hua's mind went blank and he hesitated for a moment: "How about a fish, a plate of roast goose, two bottles of cold beer, and a bowl of rice."
"Wait."
With such a tough service attitude, Jiang Hua even wondered if he had offended him and whether this guy would slap him.
Pengpengpeng, the waiter threw the food on Jianghua's table. Please note that he threw it, not put it. Fortunately, these plates and bowls are strong.
A sip of cold beer is so comforting, and then a sip of roast goose. This life is so comfortable.
People around him were talking loudly, but Jiang Hua paid attention to their accents and learned things useful to him from these word-of-mouth transmissions.
At the Temple Street Night Market, Jiang Hua also met the legendary crew. It wasn't that he didn't know it, he really had never seen what it was like to make a movie, but he watched it with great interest for a while.
After a week, Jiang Hua finally solved the language problem. When Lao Zhang came to pick him up, Jiang Hua said hello.
Lao Zhang looked at him in surprise: "Jiang Sheng, your Cantonese is pretty good."
Jiang Hua smiled and said, "Sprinkle some water."
When he came to the company, Rong Zhengen was also surprised by Jiang Hua's language talent. In just one week, his Cantonese was already basic. In time, he would be no different from the people in Hong Kong.
The office assigned to him by Rong Zhengen was right next to his own. Rong Zhengen's secretary brought Jiang Hua a lot of information.
Rong Zhengen said with a smile: "Although the company is a start-up, there is really a lot of information. You can only read this information in the company. Get familiar with it early and wait for your contribution."
Jiang Hua pointed at him and said with a smile: "You are a naked capitalist. It is hard to get an annual salary of 250,000 yuan."
CITIC Group is a link at this time, connecting external funds on one end and construction on the mainland on the other. It is not an exaggeration to say that it has a heavy responsibility. Even now, Jiang Hua has no confidence at all, so these information play into his hands.
Rong Zhengen knocked on the door of Jianghua's office and said, "It's time to get off work."
Jiang Hua felt that not much time had passed, and it was time to get off work. These materials were much boring than the books in the library. Jiang Hua had no idea what many of the words meant, and he still needed to learn.
Jiang Hua rubbed his eyes, shook his head and said, "No, it's like a mountain apart. I don't understand many things. I have to learn from scratch. I feel that transferring me here is an extremely unwise choice."
"Then let's learn from the beginning. I've seen your resume. Originally, you were just learning languages. It's not like you can work in diplomacy. This is simpler than diplomacy."
"It's different. I guess you won't be able to count on me in a short time, but I will catch up as soon as possible."
Rong Zhengen was very open-minded: "Okay, take your time, the work is endless. I'll treat you to dinner at Zhenbaofang tonight."
"Jinbaofang? This place doesn't sound like a place to eat, but more like an antique store."
Rong Zhengen patted him on the shoulder: "In Beijing terms, don't show your timidity. Jumbo Square is the largest seaside restaurant in Hong Kong, and the seafood is top-notch."
Jiang Hua stood up, put on his suit, and said with a smile: "Well, today you will take me, a country boy, to see the world, so that I won't show my timidity."
Rong Zhengen drove himself and took Jiang Hua to the pier where Zhen Bao Fang was located. Looking at the splendid palace-like restaurant in the distance, Jiang Hua remembered the rumors about Zhen Bao Fang.
Before time travel, due to some events, Zhenbaofang left Xiangjiang and sank forever in the South China Sea of the motherland.
Rong Zhengen asked with a smile: "How is it? It's spectacular."
"Tch." Jiang Hua pretended to be dismissive: "Do you really think that I am a country boy? I have visited the Forbidden City, so I would be shocked by a small restaurant?"
Rong Zhengen patted his head: "I forgot, you are from the capital. This thing is really incomparable to the Forbidden City."
The two got on the boat. The furnishings inside were indeed magnificent. Rong Zhengen said: "No matter how spectacular the Forbidden City is, it is now in disrepair. It is no better than the Treasure Shop."
Jiang Hua sneered at this statement: "In addition to the splendor, what else is there here? I feel like a poor man suddenly gets rich and immediately wears gold and silver. Look, there is no charm at all. It's just superficial."
Rong Zhengen nodded: "I don't know if I don't tell you, but when I think about it, it really is like this. Didn't Xiangjiang become rich all of a sudden? Now these people, when the poor suddenly become rich, they all have to eat shark's fins."
Jiang Hua said bitterly: "It's all caused by the stock market. Nowadays, even the grandma who buys vegetables on the street talks about stocks. If you talk about stocks without the industry, then you are just acting like a hooligan. It's a bubble that will burst as soon as you poke it."
Rong Zhengen did not respond to Jiang Hua's statement, but changed the subject: "You are late. Two years ago, the Wharf War between Bao Sheng and Li Sheng and Jardine Matheson was more exciting than the movies."
"Hey, I really know this. It's the first step for Bao Sheng to transfer from sea to land and land. It really boosts the courage of us Chinese people. But let me tell you, Li Sheng still ate the fat. Swallowing and
Remember Huangpu, I'm afraid there will be a follow-up on Bao Sheng's side."
"Is there any follow-up?" Rong Zhengen asked in disbelief.
At this time, the restaurant manager came up to us: "Rong Sheng, you are here, the private room has been arranged."
Jiang Hua said with a smile: "You are a rich man after all. You have such a grand dinner, and the private room is arranged before anyone arrives."
Rong Zhengen said with a smile: "Don't make fun of me. You were born in the wrong place. If you were born in Xiangjiang, I believe you can achieve higher achievements than me at this moment, and your ostentation will be greater than mine."
