On Guangchang Road, tall parasol trees line both sides of the street, blocking out the sky and the sun.
Heinwei followed Peng Bo in and passed through a dim doorway. When the sunlight shone into her eyes again, what appeared before her eyes seemed to be another world.
"You live here?" Heinwei asked in surprise. This city is completely different from the city in her impression.
"Well, let's take a look." Peng Bo invited with a smile.
Heyinwei looked at Peng Bo and looked around carefully. There were densely packed clothes and quilts hanging in the corridors and stairwells. Private shower rooms and stoves were piled up in layers. Discarded pots and pans filled the corridors.
Both of them are very tall. If they are not careful, they will touch the clothes, socks, and umbrellas hanging in the aisle, so they can only move carefully.
When Heinwei looked up, she was surprised to see that the bicycle was even fixed to the ceiling of the corridor.
"Donald, where do you live?" The doors here are next to each other, and there are "little white rooms" of different sizes and shapes hidden in the middle. Outsiders can't tell where the door of each house is.
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"Go forward, take two steps," Peng Bo greeted his neighbors as he walked. When everyone saw a foreign woman walking in, they all crowded together and looked at each other with smiles and discussions, which made Peng Bo keep explaining.
"My friend, come here and take a look before leaving."
But the more I explained, the more everyone gathered around it. It was not like after it became an Internet celebrity building in later generations, and everyone was used to taking pictures and visiting with all kinds of people. Now a foreign girl, and a beautiful foreign girl, suddenly broke in and successfully
Arouse everyone's interest.
Indeed, the people who live here have no private secrets at all. If a family gossip spreads, everyone in the entire apartment will know.
"This is a private shower room and kitchen." Peng Bo explained as he walked sideways. The water pipes were connected from the room to the sink in the corridor. In addition to the "little white room", there were also other things in front of the door.
There is a wash basin built by oneself.
The neighbors all stood in front of his house, and Peng Bo had to say hello again and again.
As he was introducing, there was a quarrel coming from downstairs, "Well, this kind of quarrel happens every day. Even the slightest sound here will be heard by the whole neighborhood. The two of them quarreled often, just over a bicycle parking space."
"A mother quickly explained, as if she was afraid that Heinwei would leave a bad impression on this place.
On the contrary, Peng Bo feels that playing and fighting is life, which is full of the fireworks of the world. "People here will never be lonely. As long as the doors and windows are opened, they are popular. If it is good, they can chat and take care of each other. That is really like responding to one call!"
The bad thing is that people often quarrel, and after living here for so many years, there are always some people with complicated neighborly relations."
He took a few quick steps and pushed open a door. There was no need to lock it, the door was ajar.
Heinwei walked into the room. There was nothing on the big white paper wall. There was a table with three drawers and a bed, with only enough space for two people to move around in between. "Sit down, there's not even a chair." Peng Bo smiled.
Pointing to his bed, it was so short that he couldn't straighten his legs while lying on it.
Heinwei was also looking at his bed, "Donald, this is unbelievable. This really makes me unbelievable. Now I understand why you want to buy a house."
Of course she didn't understand the significance of real estate to Chinese people. A Chinese family must first have a house. But when she saw this embarrassing living environment, she looked at Peng Bo in front of her. This was really the man who told her the story of wealth.
The man? He lives here?
"It's nothing for me to be alone. Didn't you see that there is a family with three generations of grandparents living in it? It's even more of a shack than a shack."
"Xiao Peng, my aunt made edamame for my girlfriend to try." As the two of them were talking, enthusiastic neighbors came in one after another carrying rice bowls and bowls.
"Xiao Peng, eat watermelon."
"Xiao Peng, mung bean soup."
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Every summer, every household in Shanghai will start making salty and refreshing braised vegetables, and edamame is one of them. It is green in color, has a mellow taste, and has a hint of wine in its fragrance.
"I'm all here to see you." Peng Bo smiled.
Feeling the enthusiasm of his neighbors, even though he has lived here for a month, he is really reluctant to move out. It seems that those who have not lived here will not understand the sentence, "I would rather not live in Tomson Yipin than to leave."
The smoky Guangchang Apartment.”
There are many people who live in Guangchang Apartment for life. They claim they want a better house, but many of them would be reluctant to move out.
"Yeah, it's delicious." Heinwei gave a thumbs up while eating the edamame.
"In Guangchang Apartment, there are no secrets. Which family got married, which family held a birthday party, which family had a couple quarreling, and what the quarrel was about. The whole building knows about it. Some children grew up eating hundreds of meals." Peng Bo laughed.
He said, "Don't just eat, your phone is ringing."
He handed the towel to Heinwei, and Heinwei wiped her hands before taking out her mobile phone, "Forbes's phone number."
"Hello, Heinwei, yes, tell Donald, the response from the international media has been great, you have shocked the world!" On the other side of the phone, although across the Pacific Ocean, Lauri Minard's enthusiasm was the same as the hot weather in Shanghai and Shanghai.
!
Shock the world?
Cicada—cicada—
There are bursts of cicada chirping from the plane trees outside, and the sound never stops, in this hot summer.
Oh, like a loud cry, the new Chinese rich people who are still in their infancy have attracted the attention of the whole world, and the whole world knows about it!
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The two hurried out and rushed to Citibank, with Lauri Minard's words still echoing in their ears, "Forbes Global Edition has been sent to Citibank China. Let us share your results together."
In Citibank.
Peng Bo excitedly took the newspapers and magazines that Heinwei had found and flipped through them quickly. All the influential financial and securities newspapers and magazines in the world can be found here.
The title of "The Times" - Shocking the world, China's richest people were unveiled for the first time.
The "Financial Times" did not publish the list, but the commentary accounted for a lot of space, and the title was also very eye-catching, "Mysterious China has entrepreneurs..."
The "Wall Street Journal" report is even more interesting, "Deng's idea of letting some people get rich first, facts have proven that China has done it..."
News from Reuters – Chinese people have finally found the glorious feeling of getting rich…
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Almost all influential media in the world have reported on this list.
Heinwei hugged Peng Bo's shoulders excitedly, "Donald, the response from the international media has been great, great. We succeeded."
"Successful." Peng Bo was also muttering to himself. He didn't even feel Heinwei's action. His energy was completely devoted to the latest issue of "Forbes".
"Forbes Global Edition" supplement has a character on the cover, but the face is divided into two halves. On the left is the old Chinese tunic suit, and on the right is the new image of a mobile phone and a gold watch. Forbes wants to use this contrast
to show the changes in China.
I have to say that the concept of the magazine is very good and the cover design is very clever!
"This is the stepping stone for Forbes to enter China." Peng Bo smiled and called Lauri Minard.
"This is not a stepping stone, this is a gold brick," Laurie Minard seriously agreed on the other end of the phone. He was also staring at the magazine in his hand proudly, "Donald, from today on, you are the only spokesperson for Forbes in China.
!We hire you as China’s chief researcher, and you can represent Forbes and form your own investigation team!”
Heinwei's eyes lit up, and she looked at the young man in front of her, smiling broadly as she accepted the invitation from the other side of the ocean.
This man is about to move from the cramped and dark Guangchang apartment to the vast, bright world.
"Do you have funds?" Peng Bo smiled into the phone.