One afternoon, Lao Zhao excitedly became a photographer and took photos of his beautiful doctoral student. He spent more than a dozen rolls of film until the beautiful lady Yang finally felt a little resistant.
As for the old gangster, he never left his cigarette in his hand. Occasionally he would go up and stand with Miss Yang, and occasionally help Lao Zhao take a few photos.
That night, the old gangster sneaked into Miss Yang's room. As soon as she entered the door, she hugged her and kissed her as usual. This time, Miss Yang refused to eat the lunch meal no matter what she said. The old gangster insisted,
She also lost her temper, and the old gangster had no choice but to keep coaxing her until she burst into tears.
But the sentiment of those things was gone. In the end, the old gangster was naked and hugged Miss Yang who was wearing pajamas and said, "Sleep, sleep, sleep."
Beauty Yang quickly fell asleep in his arms, but the old gangster still stared at the ceiling with his eyes open.
Things around Sister Zixuan are happening one by one. Will the ending of the previous life happen again? Probably not? After returning to China this time, I must go and see her. When I see her, I will kiss her wildly.
Hehe, if we let her have a morning meal, we'll probably get it. With her temper, she won't look for anyone else in the future. But think about it, it's impossible. If we don't have Fei'er now, she probably doesn't have much.
If you are resistant, if you coax her, she will probably open her cute little mouth, but now, the heat is definitely not enough.
Forget it, forget it, I don't want to think about this kind of thing anymore, Feier is still in my arms, I feel sorry for her thinking about this.
Why hasn’t Lao Song contacted me yet? It happens to be morning in China at this time!
Thinking of this, the old gangster picked up the mobile phone on the bedside and sent a very brief text message to Lao Song: How is the progress?
I got a reply soon: I originally wanted to contact you, but considering it’s already 11 pm over there, I plan to contact you again at 7 or 8 pm tonight in China. In this case, please find a convenient place to talk.
Call me.
The old gangster quickly took away the little hand that Beauty Yang had placed on his chest.
A few minutes later, the old gangster returned to his room.
"Uncle Song, how is the situation? Tell me in detail!" the old gangster asked after dialing the number.
"Yifan, all the joints have been opened. I wonder how much you want to exchange?" President Song said.
Before the old gangster came, he had already calculated the assets he needed to exchange: his own account had reached 140 million, and the private placement commission was 40 million. According to the current exchange rate, it can be exchanged for more than 20 million US dollars.
So he replied: "Uncle Song, please exchange it for me for 20 million US dollars for the time being. Is there no problem?"
President Song thought, in fact, I have already guessed about this number, so he smiled and said: "Okay, if the funds from the stock account cannot be withdrawn today, I will do it for you tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, the old gangster thought that after exchanging U.S. dollars, his stock account would have less than 20 million yuan tomorrow, and he would have to start all over again. He originally wanted to evacuate them all, but in a month, he would still have to get some funds.
Traders need to practice their skills, they cannot just learn theory.
Besides, in China, it is easy to get dollars in but hard to get them out. From now on, the money spent in China will still be RMB, and if we don’t keep some RMB in the country, will we be able to exchange it with the hard-earned US dollars? We don’t want to do this now!
But when I think about it, in less than a month, the private equity commission will be 40 million, and I can't help but feel comfortable again.
After President Song received the old gangster's confirmation, he immediately called Manager Wang. Manager Wang pondered for a moment and said: "Old Song, according to the share ratio Yifan said, it is not a problem for the sales department to come up with more than 2.8 million US dollars, haha
, But, Lao Song, I can’t take so much, you should be okay, right?”
Governor Song made a commission of 30 million yuan this time, so of course he can pay it, so he smiled and said: "Old Wang, look at you, isn't your son-in-law going to give you some favors?"
Manager Wang smiled: "I know Yifan. He will give you hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars in gifts, but he is still quite harsh in business, not even a penny is missing."
President Song was in a good mood at this time, so he said: "You, Lao Song, brother, for the sake of the great fortune you have given me this time, I will grant you a loan and make up for the shortfall. We will come out in the evening
Let’s have a meal and talk more in detail.”
After hanging up the phone, Manager Wang let go of his worries. He opened the old gangster's stock account, the private placement stock account and his own small account.
Seeing that operations were still going on quickly inside, he whispered: "This Yifan, you still say that you are fighting alone?"
Then I looked at my small account and found that it had reached nearly 5 million;
Is this the third time? He thought, before he saw this account, he was a little excited every day, but since he got the commission from the private placement, his heart has become bigger. Although compared to Lao Gang and Lao Song,
It is only a fraction of 6 million, but it is far more than the income that my small account can bring in one go.
He also thought that when he remitted profits to Vice President Ma and some others the day before yesterday, the polite words these people said to him really made him feel comfortable. When he went home at night, his wife also provided considerate service, and the quality of his life at night was actually better than usual.
The time was doubled.
Although my wife is in her early 40s, she still has a good figure and skin. She was also a beautiful woman when she was young. She was not so obedient to him before. When Manager Wang thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little carried away.
After thinking about my wife, I then thought about my daughter. Of course, when I thought about it, my thoughts were completely different.
Tongtong is not too young now, so she needs to find more opportunities for her to get in touch with Yifan. As long as she can marry Yifan, she will certainly not have to worry about a good life in the future; if she cannot marry, she will be considered rich in the future.
, even if Tongtong fails to get into a good university, it doesn't matter. The inheritance left to her will be enough to keep her food and clothing comfortable for the rest of her life.
Any man or woman, at this age, has either a career or children. The career may or may not be successful, but the children are still something that cannot be let go of. After all, children are the continuation of one's life. It is impossible for those who have never been parents.
Experience this feeling.
After the old gangster hung up the phone, he did not go back to Miss Yang's room. After setting the alarm clock on his mobile phone, he sat on the bed and meditated to pass the time. Just as the girl said, it doesn't take a day to freeze three feet.
Zhihan. When he woke up the next day, the old gangster did not expect that kind of accidental event: in a foreign country, he would suddenly enter another state of meditation.
For Lao Zhao, the academic report the next day really boosted his psychology.
But for the old gangster, he was not sullen. He laughed in his heart and said, Lao Zhao probably has the ability to boast again when he returns to China this time: I am giving a lecture on the stage, and below are some internationally renowned professors.
The best young students from all over the world, etc.
Thinking of this, the old gangster couldn't help but burst into laughter. He held the little hand of Miss Yang beside him and stroked it gently.
I have to say that although Old Zhao likes to brag, he is very serious about his work. There is only one last academic report tomorrow. In the afternoon, he did not go out with the two old gangsters anymore. He stayed in the house and looked at his notebook seriously.
I looked at the ppt and prepared for tomorrow.
"Daughter-in-law, the business school here is very prestigious!" The old gangster led Beauty Yang around the school.
"Isn't it said that Harvard University's business school is the most famous?" Miss Yang asked doubtfully.
"They are all famous. If Harvard's MBAs are high-spirited and they train big business management talents in suits and leather boots, Stanford's MBAs are lower class people and they train a new generation of small entrepreneurs wearing T-shirts. Where do you think they are?
Is it good to plant it?" the old gangster laughed.
"Each one has his or her own merits, but those who can be trained to be bosses are better than those who can be trained to be managers." Beauty Yang said with a smile.
"You can't say that. The traits required to be a boss are different from those required to be a manager. A boss, just like me, needs more charisma, while a manager needs a higher level of professionalism." Old gangster Smei
road.
"Hehe!" Miss Yang shook her arm and said, "Yifan, do you mean to say that bosses are sometimes born? And managers need to learn?"
"Well, there is a little bit of this meaning, but it is not entirely correct. The boss needs a higher overall quality. Put it this way, the boss is a handsome man, and the manager is a general!" said the old gangster.
"Well, this metaphor is quite appropriate!" Beauty Yang said with a smile.
"There is a huge difference between foreign universities and domestic universities. You said that the intelligence of students from some famous universities in China is not lower than that of local students from famous universities in the United States, but why can't they produce so many talents? The profound meaning here
There are many reasons at different levels, and we personally cannot change them. So, if we have children in the future, we should try our best to let them study here." The old gangster sighed.
Miss Yang said: "Yes, there are very few young people in domestic MBA classes, they are all small bosses, big bosses and so on."
"Not many young people in China are studying for MBAs now, but if you look at it in a few years, any university will offer MBA classes, and all kinds of people, including doctors, teachers, and civil servants, will go and study for two years.
I paid tens of thousands of yuan, and the exam was extremely easy. I finally took a piece of paper and went home, doing whatever I was supposed to do in the end, studying for nothing!" The old gangster said after thinking of the MBA trend in China a few years later.
"Well, if you can't apply what you have learned, it is really a waste!" Miss Yang said.
"I am talking about this mainly to expand on the topic of practical education at Stanford University. For example, the chip manufacturing technology in their school laboratory is better than that of all scientific research institutes and companies in China. Do you believe it? This is true for just one university.
!" asked the old gangster.
Beauty Yang is not a fan of foreigners, but she usually understands the level of domestic scientific research. She nodded: "Yes, I believe it."
The old gangster remembered that in his previous life, about 2008, private companies in the United States were able to launch low-orbit reusable spacecraft into space. He couldn't help but said: "There are also problems with China's current scientific research system. Everything is decided by the leaders.
, the leaders are responsible for achieving results, so how can this improve the enthusiasm of the employees below? Everyone is thinking about becoming administrative cadres, and doing scientific research and achieving results is just a step on the ladder to become administrative cadres. So I registered the company in the United States, and that is
There is a reason. If our company is registered in China, as long as our company starts to improve, it will be targeted by a lot of interest groups. Maybe there will be *** who come to ask for shares. There are many things that can happen if we are labeled as an American company.
Everything is easy to handle. Daughter-in-law, don’t say that your husband is not patriotic. He is taking a detour to save the country!”
Miss Yang smiled. In fact, she did not have such noble patriotic ideals as saving the country and the people. She was satisfied if she could help those in need.
So he smiled and said: "Yifan, what you did is right, this is good."
Of course, the old gangster didn’t have any ideals of saving the country through curves. He thought, the country is so big, does it need us to save it? Let’s bring it down! Then we can pay some taxes for the country, provide some job opportunities, and gain some kudos in the international arena.