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Chapter 183 A word seems to be a prophecy

The reason why Zhao Yong thinks Chen Zui is a genius.

I think his bragging is extremely feasible because he understands the face of capital very well.

Capital never sleeps, and everything it seeks is profit.

But in fact, capital does not look down upon small profits.

What they only care about is that the companies they invest in are favored by the world and have a successful IPO. They can cash out the stocks at a high price and earn thousands of times.

So regardless of whether the operation is cool or not, according to what Chen Zui said, as long as the external business is beautiful enough to attract capital financing and is favored by the external market, this set of logic will work.

Zhao Yong was even more eye-opened by the risqué words that were not available in 2008, such as domestic sales to exports and then domestic sales.

These days, I don’t know about other places. In terms of products, in the perception of the vast majority of people, those who worship foreigners, to say the least, are in favor of foreigners.

Everyone thinks that foreign products are good and Chinese products are inferior. This is a basic understanding.

And the reason why this kind of perception is formed is indeed because the things made by China are really unsatisfactory these days, and there is nothing wrong with it.

This concept will gradually improve over the years, but even in 2022, when the whole world is made in hina, some people are still used to kneeling and cannot stand up at all.

But there is no doubt that converting exports to domestic sales is a gold-plated process.

Foreign monks like to chant sutras, and it was particularly useful in 2008.

Just when Zhao Yong was thinking about this and looking serious, it was really hard for young people who had never seen much of the world to accept it.

I can also brag about this kind of awesomeness

Why is he a genius?

It's very feasible

Under their puzzled looks, Zhao Yong really made up his mind and would really make a move if given the chance.

It's a pity that his current status in Jinjiang Venture Capital is not high enough. Not to mention operating overseas, the amount of money he can make domestically is not high, so he can only put it on hold. The development of the milk tea shop after financing must be carried out step by step.

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Chen Zui didn't know how tempting it was for an investor to talk about becoming a god in one battle.

It was really because he had been chatting too much with Danmaku that he boasted so much.

Who knew that the barrage told him that the capital market was much more outrageous than this.

Not to mention anything else, the currently unknown Zhangzidao is still staging a large-scale magical drama in 2022 with Scallops Dead, Scallops Alive, Scallops Dead Again, Scallops Alive Again.

It's really off the mark.

"I"

"Don't talk, I'm thinking about it"

Chen Zui: "..."

Seeing Zhao Yong's serious and thoughtful expression, he became worried.

But he must be blamed for bragging about his awesomeness and causing the life of the future second-in-command in the venture capital industry to go astray.

Can't?

No way

If it's really crooked

Are you guilty?



Danmu once said that this is another world that is only slightly different from their world. It can be simply understood as a similar parallel universe, unrelated to each other, but the development of big things and small things seems to follow the same trajectory.

In fact, from the moment Chen got the most inexplicable barrage, perhaps these trajectories have changed to a certain extent.

Because he knows the future, he has become a variable factor in all established trajectories. It just depends on whether he will affect it or not.

And as long as he affects the trajectory of any line, it is likely to produce a butterfly effect. This line will affect thousands of lines, forming an unknown future, making this world and the world of barrage different.

the difference.

It's just that the difference can be big or small.

Chen is most unsure about whether his changes, the people around him he affects, and how they affect other people in the world will make any big difference.

But there will definitely be small differences

Chen Zui suddenly felt that he should try his best not to affect the interests of others.

In the final analysis, one thing has been decided

Stop bragging from now on.

So in the following chat, he became extremely taciturn and completely lost the high spirits he had when he blew his pussy just now.

Zhao Yong didn't ask any questions. After confirming that Chuhe Milk Tea was willing to accept financing and discussing some relevant details, his last thing in Songcheng was completed.

So on this sunny noon, he unexpectedly came to Songcheng, accidentally discovered that his sister had a boyfriend, accidentally got involved in a milk tea marketing campaign, and finally accidentally invested two dollars. After Zhao Yong announced: "The air tickets were booked in the morning.

, I will fly back to Shanghai in the evening."

This news is not surprising to Zhao Wanrou.

But it is a bit surprising for young people who are not used to separation.

So they all said they wanted to see her off and have a big meal in the afternoon.

Zhao Yong did not refuse, so everyone started a new round of drinking.

Compared with the great joy on the first day to celebrate the successful conclusion of the milk tea event and the great sadness of Tang Zhihua's broken love on the second day, today's farewell reception was very restrained.

The meal lasted from one o'clock to four o'clock, and I didn't drink many bottles of wine.

Of course, Chen Zui and Zhao Wanrou sent Zhao Yong to the airport. The emotional Zhao Xiaokai burst into tears again at the door of the hotel.

This is not surprising to Chen Zui and others, because even military training instructor Zhao Xiaokai, who had only stayed together for seven days before, was like this

Zhao Yong was very strange. Looking at him, he couldn't understand it at all. He could only ask Zhao Xiaokai: "Are you sick?"

All the way to the airport, before entering the waiting room, Chen Zui took out the leaving gift that everyone had prepared for Zhao Yong.

It's not something valuable.

Just an empty Chuhe milk tea cup.

There is no special design on the cup body, just everyone signed their name.

It seems to commemorate the more than 20 days that Zhao Yong and everyone have struggled together.

Chen Zui was not sensational: "I originally wanted to buy something expensive, but it didn't make any sense. This one has some meaning, so just keep it."

Zhao Yong, who was carrying the suitcase, took it and laughed at Chen Zui's ugly handwriting.

The two parties did not say goodbye. After waving goodbye, Zhao Wanrou and Chen Zui left the airport. Zhao Yong walked into the waiting room alone, found an empty seat and sat down, holding the empty cup in his hand, memories came.

Maybe he's too old.

Or maybe it feels so good to struggle with young people.

Zhao Yong didn't know why at this moment, but he felt a little excited when he looked at the worthless empty cup and the words on it.

Not long ago, he was scolding Zhao Xiaokai for being sick.

Now I feel like I am sick.

Just when he was immersed in his own world and giggling, his cell phone that had not been turned off rang.

Open it and take a look. There is reincarnation in the way of heaven. Who will be spared by heaven?

It was a blind date text message sent to him by his mother, asking him to go as soon as he got off the plane without even taking a breath.

After reading the message, close it.

Zhao Yong's eyes were still fixed on the empty cup, and his hands turned unconsciously. When he was about to reminisce immersively, a rough female voice next to him said: "Hello."

Zhao Yong looked up and saw a woman in her twenties, seventy-eight years old, and wearing a neat suit that clearly did not match her voice.

The woman is good-looking, but her pretty face is red, she is drunk, and her eyes are a little blurry.

"Hello"

"Excuse me, is this No. 37? I'm a little drunk and my eyes are blurred."

"Yes"

The woman shook her body and sat down next to him: "That's right."

Zhao Yong smiled and didn't care, but the woman was talkative and asked again: "Do you go to the devil because of work or not?"

"I work in Shanghai, and I'm here on a business trip."

"Oh, let me ask you this, do you guys in Shanghai not like my style?"

When she said this, her legs were widely spread, and her sitting posture was very bold. Coupled with her appearance that although she was drunk, she was a bit mature, and the informal character of northern women was fully demonstrated.

Zhao Yong didn't know how to answer, but his phone rang again.

It came from a fucking MMS, and it was a photo of a blind date.

He took a look, and then looked at the woman sitting next to him, and found that they were seventy or eighty similar.

The woman was still talking: "Brother, to tell you the truth, I was forced to go on a blind date. It spans mountains and seas. What's the point of a blind date? I really can't beat my parents. Alas."

Zhao Yong: "..."

A picture also popped up in my mind.

At that time, he had just gotten off the plane in Songcheng and was picked up by his sister to eat at a hot pot restaurant. Chen said without any reason: "Brother Yong, I can tell fortunes."

No way, no way


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