Liu Mingze knew that his mentor would think so highly of him, mainly because of Zheng Yaoyang.
Zheng Yaoyang's attitude towards the mainland is obvious, and he has helped the development of the mainland many times. He has also benefited from this and been cultivated by the mainland.
The two were walking by the lake when suddenly several people came up to say hello: "Are you Mr. Zheng Yaoyang from Xiangjiang?"
Zheng Yaoyang stopped and turned to look at them: "I am, what can I do for you?"
Several boys looked to be in their twenties or thirties, and they should all be students at Peking University.
The leading boy showed his patience and asked cautiously: "We will have a symposium on international relations in the library at four o'clock in the afternoon. Do you have time to come and attend?"
They didn't expect that they would suddenly run into Zheng Yaoyang while walking on campus as usual.
Although the information industry is underdeveloped now, they are all students of Peking University, studying at the School of International Relations.
Most people will work as officials after graduation and have wider channels for receiving information. They often read international news and have seen Zheng Yaoyang's photos.
"Sorry, I have something to do this afternoon."
Zheng Yaoyang smiled and declined politely. Although he was free, he did not have time to play house with his children.
The boy was not discouraged even if he was rejected. He was very polite and bowed and said, "I'm sorry, I won't bother you anymore."
After saying that, several people left with smiles on their faces. Now it was Zheng Yaoyang's turn to be a little surprised.
Liu Mingze saw what he was thinking, looked at the leaving figures of several classmates, and said with emotion: "The style of mainland universities is very different from that of Xiangjiang."
He is not afraid of power and has idealism. He may live a poor life, but his heart is full of contentment.
It is in sharp contrast to the social style of Xiangjiang where fame and wealth are paramount and the overall people are impetuous.
Zheng Yaoyang suddenly realized, smiled and said: "It's a pity that this style can't be maintained for a few years."
When the reform policy is determined next year and the next year, it will be implemented from top to bottom, thus giving birth to a group of people who will get rich first.
The social atmosphere was boiling, and the army going south increased exponentially, entering a wild era of entrepreneurship.
Just like a pot of cold water, if a high-temperature iron ball is suddenly thrown into it, the consequences can be imagined.
When he was studying at the University of Hong Kong, he often heard about many crazy things done by mainland business people.
In Hong Kong or in the West, the formation of capital markets is a slow process. Unlike the mainland, although the groundwork has been laid, it is still hesitant and orders are changed day by day.
It was not until the fall of the red country at the end of next year that they were completely determined to implement reforms.
Not long after, Ye Wenjie hurried over with two cups of coffee: "I bought it from the KFC at the door. I don't know if it suits your taste."
Zheng Yaoyang drank a few sips to warm himself up, took out the checkbook from his arms, and wrote down the amount of one million: "You are here, you can't be empty-handed."
"Just give this money to your dean to repair the school's infrastructure. You can just hand it over. I'm too lazy to deal with them."
Liu Mingze smiled bitterly in surprise, but he was used to Zheng Yaoyang's behavior: "Are you leaving? I'll see you off."
After leaving the Peking University campus, Zheng Yaoyang did not go to the Old Summer Palace, but to the Huaqing University next door to visit the communication technology laboratory invested in the construction.
Zheng Yaoyang donated another 2 million, of which 1 million was to reward the results achieved in the laboratory, and the other 1 million was donated to repair the school's infrastructure.
Xiao Ziliang returned to Xiangjiang and had no acquaintance at Huaqing University. Zheng Yaoyang could only hand it over directly to the principal, which wasted a lot of time and said a lot of polite words.
Ye Wenjie, who was accompanying him, couldn't help but be astonished. Three million US dollars were given to two places in one afternoon. There was no grand donation ceremony. They came quietly and left quietly.
The image of Zheng Yaoyang in her heart suddenly became majestic and tall.
It was getting late, and Zheng Yaoyang called Zhang Qifeng to inquire about the progress there. He learned that the crude oil market had been very active recently, higher than they expected.
If everything goes well, the liquidation should be completed tonight in the night session and in the day session tomorrow morning.
After ending the call, Zheng Yaoyang turned around and asked, "What are the special delicacies in Beijing?"
"Laosi's Tonglusha mutton and Quanjude roast duck are both specialties of the capital."
The most distinctive ones should be snacks such as stewed stews and fried rings with bean juice, but Ye Wenjie was embarrassed to say that, and Zheng Yaoyang probably wasn't used to them either.
After all, the latter two taste so weird that even a local like her doesn't like eating them, let alone Zheng Yaoyang.
"Then let's eat hot pot."
Zheng Yaoyang looked out the window. There were red clouds floating in the sky, and there was light rain mixed with light snow.
In this kind of weather, if you go back to bed after eating hot pot, you should have a very comfortable sleep tonight.
The two of them booked a private room. Ye Wenjie was very reserved and only occasionally picked up a chopstick and tasted it briefly.
Zheng Yaoyang was also minding her own business. The disparity in status between the two made it difficult for her to let go of her prejudices.
After dinner and wine, Zheng Yaoyang talked about the itinerary and asked the driver to take Ye Wenjie back and say goodbye.
Ye Wenjie suddenly froze and said hurriedly: "Mr. Zheng, is there something I didn't do well enough?"
Zheng Yaoyang said: "You are very competent as a tour guide, but after finishing the work tomorrow morning, I will go back to Xiangjiang."
Ye Wenjie was silent, suddenly picked up the bill and ran out the door to pay. Although Zheng Yaoyang was not short of money, she felt very uneasy with two thousand dollars.
With two thousand dollars, I only bought two cups of coffee, and I still have more than eight thousand yuan left. A professorship at Peking University only brings me so much salary in a year.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Zheng Yaoyang returned to Zhaolong Hotel and ordered the driver to take Ye Wenjie home safely.
Ye Wenjie looked at Zheng Yaoyang's leaving figure and hesitated to speak, and could only sigh.
Zheng Yaoyang was very carefree, and she knew very well that the bank manager had specifically talked to her about this matter beforehand, and he might have to sacrifice his life if necessary.
She had also imagined that the two of them would have a romantic relationship, but unfortunately, it was just a fantasy in the end.
But thinking about it, she is not pretty, and she doesn't know how to dress herself up. Zheng Yaoyang is young and rich, and there is no girl I have never seen before.
Early the next morning, Zheng Yaoyang came to the People's Bank of China headquarters again to see Director Zhang.
Director Zhang informed Zheng Yaoyang about last night's trading situation and the 72 million barrels of crude oil they held.
Currently, 10 million barrels are reserved and the remaining 62 million barrels are sold at an average price of US$34.3, with a total of US$2.126 billion in funds.
He can also see that there are people in the international crude oil market who are closely controlling the market to prevent the price of crude oil from being too low.
At this time, with such strength, we are not afraid of offending Lao Mei. I am afraid that Lao Mei himself is taking charge.
If you keep 10 million barrels and sell them yourself, you can make a profit of at least 40 to 50 million US dollars by reselling them.
Although it may be a bit shameless,
But he thought Zheng Yaoyang wouldn't mind.
Zheng Yaoyang smiled, he really didn't mind.
After all, for crude oil with a total value of 2.426 billion U.S. dollars, it is very conscientious to only charge a handling fee of more than 40 million U.S. dollars at the risk of offending the United States.
At noon, the two parties signed the transaction contract and determined the arrival date of subsequent funds. In the afternoon, Zheng Yaoyang took a flight back to Xiangjiang.
Today is November 11th. Due to delays in my grandfather's affairs, he was supposed to host the launch of the new phone in Xiangjiang. Now I can only let Lin Defu do it for me.
He was still flying in the air, and Lin Defu held a press conference on behalf of Xiangjiang Telecom and MiLi Technology.
There is only one version of the mil2S mobile phone, and the official price is HKD 8,999, which is approximately US$1,150.
We had many discussions beforehand and the PHS market was not yet saturated, so the price could not be lower than PHS.
The final price was determined at 9,000 yuan, which is a full 3,700 yuan higher than the regular version of PHS, which also gives buyers enough choices.
Correspondingly, their profitability has soared by nearly 100%. As long as the technical difficulties are overcome, the cost of PHS and 2G mobile phones is basically the same.
If it weren't for the cool flip cover and metal casing, the cost price would be even lower.
For example, if they sell it now for 9,000 yuan, they can probably make 5,500 yuan, with a profit rate of 158%.
If they follow the example of Nokia's 1990s models, at least the return rate can rise to 200%.
But Zheng Yaoyang doesn't like that kind of old-fashioned style. After all, it is a communication technology at the forefront of the world, and using a plastic casing is really cheap.