Chapter Three Hundred and Fiftieth Stormy Storm Three
Among the Five Tigers, Li Feng, whose future was worrying when he graduated from college, is now a senior white-collar worker with an annual salary of over 100,000 yuan. He enjoys generous welfare benefits, which is no worse than Hao Yong, Sun Yu, and Wang Xiaofei who are mixed in the system. In terms of income, it is even better, and his future rise is expected
The space is quite large.
As a result, many old classmates are more or less concerned about the Pearl Group where Li Feng works. It has a purely foreign investment background and its parent company is the well-known YCV consortium on Wall Street.
The pearl’s Mr. Xiao is the perfect combination of a goddess and a strong woman. She is the darling on the covers of domestic financial magazines. She has been interviewed by CCTV Financial Channel many times and controls a large group with assets worth tens of billions.
Tens of billions may be an exaggeration by the media, but there is no doubt about the strength of the Pearl Group, and the YCV consortium behind it is even more behemoth.
Yang Chen's familiarity with Xiao Ruoshui was beyond everyone's expectation, but it was within reason. Otherwise, how could Li Feng have been promoted so quickly? However, he was also very familiar with Anna, the Iron Lady of Wall Street, which was really shocking.
The girls talked, laughed and sang.
The boys sitting in a circle were silent, as if they were wondering why Yang Chen was so awesome.
"Okay, okay, let's talk about something else. Don't waste your energy thinking about it. Yang Zi is not something you and I can see through." Hao Yong shouted. Back then, he believed that Yang Zi would definitely succeed in the future. He didn't think anything about what Li Feng said.
It's too unexpected or incredible, but it's just exciting.
The good brothers who used to be low-key and good at hiding finally showed their talents little by little.
People agreed with Hao Yong, and each had a bottle of Carlsberg beer, and they had a blast, and then drank heavily, bold and uninhibited. Under the stimulation of alcohol, these men were in high spirits, singing, boxing, bragging and chatting about mountains. Yang Chen left and came back, and found that
The private room became more and more lively, and people drank beer and greeted everyone present.
The wind blows tonight, tonight is so precious.
Brothers getting together is a taste of happiness.
Smiles and tears, face it calmly.
Treat wine as song, look at the mortal world with a smile, let's raise our glasses.
Yang Chen and his four good brothers roared and sang the last line of the lyrics. The five people who had walked side by side through the most innocent and frivolous years raised their wine bottles, bumped them boldly, and then drank the wine in the bottle in one breath, looking at each other.
They laughed, laughed, tears filled their eyes, and hugged each other tightly.
Five people hugged each other.
The most innocent or passionate years create the most unforgettable friendship. After going through these years, struggling, struggling, struggling in an environment full of intrigues, who dares to believe and give easily? Therefore, for Yang Chen, with all the brothers
The friendship formed is extremely precious.
"We will always be brothers!" Yang Chen was so heroic that he showed his stubbornness and sincerity that made others wish they would die for him.
Hao Yong, Sun Yu, Wang Xiaofei, and Li Feng nodded solemnly, and the others expressed their regrets that they could not squeeze into Yang Chen's small circle.
There is no such thing as a party that never ends.
After singing and having dinner, people said goodbye to each other and left one after another.
Under the night illuminated by lights, Yang Chen, Hao Yong, Wang Xiaofei, Sun Yu and Li Feng stood in the wind, just like the scene when they stood proudly on the campus of No. 9 Middle School many years ago. On the side of the road, several girls walking away together looked back, unable to help but feel moved and in a trance.
I thought I traveled through time and space and returned to my junior high school days.
Still unfinished, the five of them went to the most famous bathing city in Xinfeng, where they took baths, steamed saunas, had massages, and chatted until late at night before going back to their respective homes.
Time passes quietly and the holiday is coming to an end.
Nalan Tongtong had to rush back to the UK, and Ningxia University was about to start school. Yang Chen, who had wanted to take a few days off to spend the Lantern Festival with his parents, had to return to the provincial capital, send Xiao Nizi away, and continue his university life.
The start date of Ningda University every year after the winter vacation is almost always scheduled before the Lantern Festival. No matter how sharp-tongued students complain on the school’s bbs, it has never changed.
In early spring, it turns from warm to cold.
The campus of Ningbo University is still bleak and desolate, giving people the illusion that it is still winter.
In front of the window of dormitory 301, Yang Chen stopped in front of the window after taking a nap, smoking and admiring the scenery outside. Writer Zhang, who used to stay in the dormitory, took his textbooks to the study room to work hard without taking a lunch break.
This semester will be Zhang Zhiqiang's last chance to get his diploma. If he misses it, he has spent more than ten years studying hard and was admitted to Ningbo University with excellent results. It will be like wasting six years here in vain.
If a dog jumps over a wall in a hurry, let alone a human being.
Writer Zhang went back to his hometown to celebrate the Spring Festival. He seemed to have changed into a different person. He studied hard from the first day of school. This was a change that Yang Chen had never expected.
The prodigal son returns with gold.
I have four years of academic debt and it takes a few months to make up for it. It is too difficult. But if you don’t give up your energy, if you keep working hard, you will probably be successful in the future even if you don’t become famous.
Where there is a will, there is a way, and hard work pays off.
Yang Chen had always thought so. He stared out the window, his thoughts racing, the cell phone on the computer table vibrated slightly. He turned around and picked up the cell phone to see a text message from Shen Yue, asking him to have dinner.
He chuckled and replied no problem.
It's a new year and a new semester. I hope there will be less worries and I can calm down and enjoy life.
………………………
Victoria, Canada, is located at the southernmost tip of Vancouver Island. It is known as the Garden City and is a holiday destination less than an hour's drive from downtown Vancouver.
Every year around the Spring Festival, Daquan talker Cao Zhenhua takes his wife and daughter here for vacation. It is a large villa with a private beach backed by dense forests and facing the sea. It is as heavily guarded as Canada's largest naval base in the Pacific Rim not far away.
On a private beach.
Cao Zhenhua and his wife Wu Meifeng were lying on the lounge chairs, staring at their daughter, who was about to graduate from Yale University in the United States, happily teasing the two huskies in the shallow waves.
Most of the eldest brother's wives are beauties, and Cao Zhenhua is no exception. Wu Meifeng, who is eight years younger than him, was a Chinese-Canadian beauty pageant girl. A middle-aged woman in her early forties, compared with those celebrities who are well-maintained and have ageless looks, they are not willing to give in.
, has a good figure and still has charm.
Their daughter, Cao Shuang, inherited the excellent genes of her parents. She is 1.73 meters tall, tall and sexy, and her face is very similar to her mother's, charming and coquettish.
The black-clad bodyguards wandering around the beach were too embarrassed to look at Cao Daqianjin, for fear that they would be distracted by their wild imaginations.
"Old Cao, why did you arrange for your daughter to go back to China to work?" Wu Meifeng turned to look at the man she had known for more than 20 years. She didn't mean to question him, she was just confused.
Cao Zhenhua said with a smile: "Our precious daughter has received too much Western cultural education. She should experience the profoundness of Chinese culture. As a descendant of Yan and Huang, we must not forget our roots."
Wu Meifeng frowned and thought for a moment, then smiled with relief and said no more. She had never objected to her husband's decision.
At the same time, behind the manor facing the sea, at the entrance of a quiet private driveway through the dense forest, four or five bodyguards in black blocked two black Mercedes-Benz SUVs.
The back seat window of the second car was rolled down, and one man nodded slightly to the burly bodyguard in the lead. The black-clothed bodyguard understood and ordered his men to let them go, and the two cars slowly drove into the dense forest.
"Brother, do you think it can be done this time?"
"If you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent person. Why, Jianxiao, are you afraid?"
"Brother, you don't understand me yet. I'm afraid of being stupid. I'll probably die. It's better than living under someone else's roof. Cao Zhenhua's wife is not bad. She has big breasts, a big butt, and white skin. I've been thinking about it for a long time. I must try a man in his early forties today.
What does it feel like to be a MILF?"
[Author's digression]: I just rushed back to the city where I live from my hometown yesterday. Let me adjust it again. I will try my best to update it for everyone starting tomorrow. No more nonsense. Everyone will wait and see. Thank you again for your support and encouragement.
