Chapter 183 This year, I spent my time in Shanghai
Everything in the world changes, but change is the only constant.
Things in the world are unpredictable and the market is ever-changing. Peng Bo dare not say what accidents will happen in the future, but one thing he believes is that even if the times are full of obstacles, even if the future is predicted at this time, looking back on life is actually like a play, but in this
On stage, he will be the master!
"We'll talk about the rest later. I'm confident they will transfer it to us because they are businessmen."
Peng Bo's plan is actually like a fox crossing the river, turning back three times in one step. If it doesn't work, he will sell the 20 shares promised by Yang Lan and he will make a lot of money.
"You know how difficult it is to start a new satellite TV station." He looked at Cui Yan, who was the only one who had worked in the TV station. "From now on, I start buying a shell and going public, to operations, structure, programs, and personnel.
Public relations and so on are all complicated, and then satellite TV is launched in the mainland. This requires traveling to the capital all the time and breaking legs. In this aspect of public relations, Yang Lan has an advantage over me and has more perseverance than me. Let her do these tasks.
Bar."
Peng Bo turned his head, and the sun shone above the thousands of miles of clouds, reflecting the bright light.
Oh, at the turn of the century, my media empire finally took off slowly.
…
January has passed, February has arrived, and after Laba Festival it is the New Year.
Heinwei also returned to Shanghai from the UK. The winery is going very smoothly. The local law firm is investing the most energy now, and there are a series of large legal documents that need to be signed.
Taking advantage of this rare time, the two of them participated in several gatherings. You may not have imagined that the British also have organizations similar to fellows and classmates in Shanghai. The one Heinwei took Peng Bo to attended was in Huayin America.
It was a gathering of colleagues who had worked at the headquarters. The atmosphere was very good. Heinwei was willing to introduce him to her friends, and he was also willing to get to know Heinwei's friends.
The Jinyang Building has been re-decorated and the two rooms have been connected, making the house look like a large flat-storey building in later generations.
The two have officially moved in together. Peng Bo feels that this home can only be called home if the room is filled with the smell of women's cosmetics and the kitchen is filled with the aroma of food. Otherwise, it is just a cold house.
"Oh, Spring Festival?" Heinwei lay in Peng Bo's arms, "It's a Chinese festival, no, it's also my festival."
"Yes, but this Spring Festival, my parents are coming over to celebrate the New Year." Peng Bo held Heinwei in his arms, and the two of them lay quietly, enjoying this rare joy, "Then let's spend a holiday together.
Happy and peaceful Spring Festival." This is a term used on TV, but Heinwei, a foreigner, has also learned it. Peng Bo's heart suddenly moved, "Now let's spend a happy... peaceful moment..."
…
In later generations, there is a magical place called the circle of friends. People in the circle of friends seem to be rich. However, economist Li Xunlei's report "There are still 1 billion people in China who have never flown, and the potential consumer demand is huge"
But it shows that at least 1 billion people in China have not taken a plane, and at least 500 million people have not used a toilet.
In other words, behind the "high-class" circle of friends, there are at least 1 billion Chinese people who are short of money!
Unfortunately, Peng Bo's parents are one of them.
Shanghai, Hongqiao Railway Station.
Peng Bo, Heinwei and Peng Bing had been waiting here early. Luo Yan and Chen Feng stood in the distance, but Chen Feng looked around Peng Bo from time to time.
"Brother, why don't you let your parents come by plane?" Peng Bing looked at her brother. Now she is flying all the way from the capital to Shanghai and from the capital to Qinwan. The pocket money Peng Bo gives her every month
There was a lot of money, but if she was asked to keep accounts, Peng Bo would not be reluctant to part with anything as long as it was suitable.
"Your brother wanted his parents to fly, but they said they were more familiar with trains." Heinwei said with a smile.
"Brother..." Peng Bing slowly approached Peng Bo, but Peng Bo's face looked gloomy. He remembered the summer when he first arrived in Shanghai six years ago. His father, Peng Yuanhua, sent him to school in order to save money on hotels.
For the fee, I actually slept on a chair at the train station for one night...
Now is the peak period of the Spring Festival travel rush, and the train must be very crowded. Anyone who has taken a train during the Spring Festival travel rush knows what kind of scene it is.
"Dad, Mom..."
Peng Bing shouted loudly, waving her hands cheerfully so that her parents could see her.
Peng Bo was also waving, but soon he stopped waving because he saw his parents walking out of the station, the large bags and small rolls on their bodies, and the strange feeling they saw in this strange city.
, uneasy eyes.
"Dad, Mom, are you moving your whole family here?" Peng Bing took one of the luggage bags, but he couldn't hold it, so Chen Feng quickly took it.
"There's something in here!" Peng Bing held his father's hand affectionately.
Seeing the son, daughter and foreign daughter-in-law, Peng Yuanyuan seemed to finally heave a sigh of relief, "What else can we get for food and daily necessities?"
"Melon seeds from Qinwan, sugar from Qinwan, grapes we store in the icehouse, red wine we brew at home, apples from Yunhai, freshly steamed pastries, oh, and tea from Rongshan...
…and your favorite pig’s trotters jelly…”
Peng Bo was speechless, and Peng Bing was speechless. In this crowded Spring Festival travel period, how much did these things weigh? How did the old couple transport them to the car?
"Dad, you brought three kinds of tobacco, wine, sugar and tea. Where are the cigarettes from Qinwan?" After a brief surprise and exclamation, Peng Bing couldn't stop talking. Peng Changyuan smiled and took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket.
Hardmen for a buck a bag.
"Dad, didn't I let you smoke some good cigarettes?" Peng Bo felt a little uncomfortable, diluting the joy of family reunion.
"I'm used to smoking," Peng Changyuan looked at Chen Feng, "Master, smoke one."
Chen Feng looked at Peng Bo, smiled and took the cigarette, "Thank you, old man."
Old man?
Peng Yuanyuan could not imagine that he would be equated with these three words. Peng Bing immediately explained, "Well, dad, Chen Feng is my brother's bodyguard and driver, and Sister Yan is my brother's assistant."
"Do you still need a bodyguard?" Peng Changyuan looked at his son. In his mind, Luo Yan was the kind of female secretary. No, he had to tell his son that since foreign wives were so beautiful, there was no need for a female secretary.
Secretary.
"It's necessary for work," Peng Bo didn't dare to tell his father about Xiangjiang, "Dad, get in the car."
Two brand-new Mercedes-Benzes were parked at the exit. At this time, Mercedes-Benzes were not just running around the streets. They cost millions, but they were still status symbols.
"Da Bo, the Chinese New Year is coming soon. Come and visit your master's house. Once you are a master, you will be a father forever," Peng Yuan said. "Even if we are no longer in the same company, we have not forgotten him."
"Yeah." Peng Bo agreed.
"Also, I would like to wish my old neighbor a happy New Year," mother Jiang Li said again, "I want to visit the place where you used to live..."