Sitting in the welcoming vehicle, Wen Jing thought of that summer again.
"Zhao Song, what will you do when you have money in the future?"
The sun was hot and had dried the asphalt on the road, making it harder and harder to ride the dilapidated flatbed. However, he sat lazily on it, surrounded by computers and monitors. In front of him was Zhao Song, who was sweating and standing.
He gritted his teeth and pedaled.
"rich?"
Zhao Song shook his head, and the glistening sweat swayed to the ground. After a while, he disappeared without a trace. "If you have money, cars don't matter. I will buy two private jets, take one for a walk, and turn on the air conditioner."
Drink Coke and take a look at the flight attendant’s thighs.”
"Private jet?" Wen Jing thought about it seriously, and then said disdainfully, "It seems that there is one in China. Since the projects you mentioned are so promising in the future, are you still pursuing this?"
"Then 747." Zhao Song laughed and said, "On the lower floor you can play table tennis, take a sauna, and on the upper floor you can have pedicures, spa, and sleep. The stewardess must be certified as a technician and have all the skill points..."
"Ha~"
Boom~
In the distance, a faint sonic boom brought Wen Jing back to reality from her memories. She smiled bitterly and shook her head - this was 2003, and that summer may never be found again.
Now, he really bought two planes, not a 747, but a more beautiful white swan in the sky, the Concorde.
Wen Jing looked out the car window. At this time, her motorcade had smoothly entered the airport expressway entrance.
She murmured and asked: "The sound just now was that the plane entered supersonic speed, right?"
"Probably." Liu Yupeng spread his hands and said with a wry smile, "It's strange, that big guy took off several times in the capital, but he didn't receive any complaints due to the loud noise."
"Those are Concorde, and they will be the only two remaining airplanes. As long as that thing flies in the sky for a day, Tesla will be doing a huge amount of advertising to the whole world for a day!" Wen Jing gritted her teeth and said, "Beijing enterprises and Beijing people.
The people in the capital are proud of the airplane, but it’s too late to whistle, so who will complain?”
Liu Yupeng curled his lips: "You're not from the capital yet."
"Oh?" Wen Jing turned her head unexpectedly, "Is Zhao Song's household registration still in Jingjiyuan?"
"Well, I heard that during this period, due to his settlement issue, Dianhai and Pingchang were fighting, and even Sunset District secretly had many connections."
"Where are Jinmen and Beihe?" Wen Jing asked casually.
Liu Yupeng glanced at her vaguely and replied: "Not only them, Zhao Song is a son of the oil field. As long as he has been transferred by his parents, he has thought about all the places, Hei Province (Daqing), Liao Province (Liaohe), Beihe (
"No." Liu Yupeng also sighed, "I have never seen the petroleum system be so enthusiastic about outsiders, as if they were their own sons. They funded a national key laboratory in cooperation with DK Research Institute, and within a few months, major achievements were made.
As a result, I heard that many people were promoted for this reason.”
Wen Jing was surprised and asked: "What's the result?"
Liu Yupeng thought for a while and said uncertainly: "It probably means that we have used supercomputing to determine that there are 1 billion tons of oil reserves in the Bohai Bay, but unfortunately we do not have the technical conditions for exploitation in the short term." (Note)
"..."
Wen Jing was silent. After a long time, she asked slowly: "Have you thought about how to deal with such a person?"
"We didn't want to deal with him." Liu Yupeng quickly clarified - it doesn't matter how well he is connected, and it doesn't matter if he is the richest man. The key is that the guy is a consultant, and no one knows whether he cares about it or not, but he was indeed given the opportunity to talk to the higher-ups.
Channel privileges!
He explained eagerly: "Now the whole country is playing a game of chess, and the economy is in charge... We..." Liu Yupeng pointed at Wen Jing and emphasized, "We, including your father, are short of money!"
"Ha~" Wen Jing smiled and shook her head. She was not worried about her father. It was just a good relationship if they fought to death. However, she did not intend to refute, "Is there a thunderstorm in the stock market?"
"It's all thunder!" Liu Yupeng said gloomily. He was a Beijing official. Whether there was a thunderstorm or not had nothing to do with him. But when he thought of the tragic scenes of those few outsiders, he shook his head helplessly, "A single impoverished western province (Ning Province)
, the state paid 1.3 billion yuan in compensation.”
'Delong series~"
Wen Jing sighed in her heart, and the boastful voice seemed to come from her ears again: "Wen Jing, look at this stock, this stock, this stock... and this stock, can you think of all these stocks?
It’s from the same company, is it awesome or not!?”
"Awesome! Haha~"
Under Liu Yupeng's incomprehensible gaze, Wen Jing suddenly laughed.
Zhao Song, what kind of monster are you? Did you see this day two years ago?
Then, her eyes slowly became firm: "Then do it. If it fails, I will take the blame. If it succeeds, I will take half of it!"
"No problem." Liu Yupeng immediately nodded in agreement, then hesitated, "But we have a problem."
"explain."
"Tesla's domestic executives are one person in a large circle. If we add them, we won't be sure at all."
"So you picked a good time." Wen Jing said firmly, "Tesla's non-subjective secondary financing is listed. Every share represents a huge loss. Therefore, in the future, Tesla's first management team, except Zhao Song, will
Apart from that, we will all deal with those investment banking giants in the United States, and my people will keep an eye on them there."
"That's good." Liu Yupeng was obviously relieved. Thinking of those senior executives, he felt frightened. He didn't have to go all out, just one Zhao Rong could turn him into a quail.
He thought silently in his mind: 'We just want to fill the holes, we just want to fill the holes.
He knows that this is just a comfort to his heart. As long as someone comes forward, countless people with thoughts will definitely follow. No one knows what the consequences will be. He is just a pawn, and he can't make any decisions.
otherwise......
There is no other way, because even if he could make the decision, he would still think so.
That was Zhao Song, who was so rich.
"However, before making plans, I also have two questions. I hope you can answer me seriously."
Wen Jing said the word 'you'.
"You asked."
"Excluding his companies, how much money does he have personally?"
"I don't know." Liu Yupeng replied firmly, "No one knows except the senior management."
"Okay." Wen Jing was not surprised and finally asked casually, "Then there is one last question left:
I heard that at the beginning, that is, during the memory war, when there was news from the United States that Intel had abandoned the Rambus standard, someone immediately organized and established an investigation working group?"
Liu Yupeng nodded without hesitation and admitted that this matter had little to do with him anyway. He answered with great certainty: "That night, when Zhao Song was waiting for Chen Ning and Xing Sheng at the Beijing Grand Boya Hotel, there were people watching him, working
The group plan has also been made.”
"In what name?"
“Manipulate the market to make huge profits!”
"..."
The motorcade drove smoothly on the airport expressway. At this time, it had passed the fifth ring road. On the right was Wangjing New District, where construction was under way. The former wasteland and dilapidated buildings had long since disappeared, replaced by tall buildings rising from the ground.
Wen Jing had no interest in appreciating the huge changes in her hometown. She leaned back on her seat tiredly and slowly closed her eyes.
In the corner of the eye, a ray of crystal sparkled brightly; in the ear, the smug voice seemed to come again:
"Wen Jing, it would be great if that gold shop was still there.
But it doesn’t matter. I will sell computers well. When the Chinese New Year comes, I will spend 50,000 yuan to find Aunt Wen to manage it, and I should be able to get a silver stall at the Ditan Temple Fair.
At that time, one or two million a year will be no problem.
It is not good to have too much money. The 120 million earned is not ours at all. It is great to have five or six two-bedroom apartments in the capital a year. When the time comes, we can live wherever we want.
Wen Jing, let me tell you, if you want a private jet, wouldn’t it look good to fly in different business classes and have different flight attendants?”
"Wen Jing, you are Bai Fumei. If I can't survive in the future, I still hope that you will remember my kindness. You are... a fallback, a... haha... spare tire."
It turns out that I am a retreat, and we are all retreats.
Or maybe it's a spare tire.
The words he said to himself were not unintentional at all, let alone showing off. It turned out that he was really looking for a spare tire.
However, is that true?
He wanted a gold store, but was forced to leave by a group of memory speculators, and even took his girlfriend away;
He wanted to assemble machines, but was tricked by his peers and almost lost his fortune.
So he had no choice but to make his own branded machine, but the shopping mall owners tampered with the spare parts.
He could only expand channels by himself, but he never expected to face a joint attack by the top five channel dealers in the country.
That night, he won. Even when he was sitting in the Boya Hotel in Beijing, waiting for someone, he was reading real estate magazines.
He just wanted to buy a house, but left the opportunity to his "spare tires".
Li Wei, the largest international trader of flowers.
Yuanyuan was fished out of the abyss by him, and he gave her the growth path that best suited her status and background, and became the chief assistant to the president of Yituo Technology.
There is also the ‘p’ friend from the Industrial and Business University who was asked by him to study abroad in Cambridge.
Bai Li, Yiren's boss, is also the director of the largest advertising company in the country.
Hao Ying, the international singer and the mysterious oriental princess who had a crush on him.
Current girlfriend Li Linna, president of LeTV, a rising star in internationally renowned fashion design, and a special designer of mysterious auspicious cloud patterns.
And myself...
What he told himself was his opportunity, and even when he was cheated of hundreds of millions on the hard drive project, it seemed like he was just cursing.
It was all just because she used to be his girlfriend, and the informing text message that night was sent by Lao Ba to Zhao Song.
After a long time, Wen Jing opened her mouth with difficulty:
"How much money was involved in that memory war?"
Liu Yupeng stared at Wen Jing, his heart surged, and he said: "Not counting the inventory of goods, the bank's internal statistics involve nearly 2.2 billion in funds."
"There's enough of it to drive some people crazy."
Wen Jing sat up straight and stared at Liu Yupeng or the group of people behind him: "But do you know?
Shenzhou was supposed to be a derivative that he wanted to give away to protect his life and wealth.
Tesla was supposed to be listed on the domestic market to repay those who had followed him and helped him, and then he slowly retreated behind the scenes and settled down to being a rich man."
"..."
Liu Yupeng was stunned.
"What does it mean to pick sesame seeds and lose the watermelon? You are the ones!"
"It's not us, it's another group of people!" Liu Yupeng blushed.
Wen Jing laughed at herself: "You, it's you, it's me, it's us, it's everyone who has ever paid his attention."
"..."
"It was us who forced him to get to where he is today."
"We forced him to expand his network step by step."
"We forced him to pick up his dream (chip) and only work on his own one-third of an acre of land.
He avoids us and avoids real estate, finance, the stock market, and all traditional industries that we can encounter."
Wen Jing continued with an unpredictable expression: "Now, he must know that someone will force him, so in order for others not to have his idea, he will definitely give away the money as soon as possible, or make a plan.
Therefore, we must act quickly, so fast that he cannot react in time, and so fast that even those senior executives coming back will be useless."
At this time, Liu Yupeng didn't know what he was thinking. He seemed to have forgotten Wen Jing's words just now. He nodded slowly and asked solemnly: "He is as steady as a bastard. How can we go faster?"
"Just because he is stable does not mean that his subordinates are also stable; just because he is stable, it does not mean that some local governments will not rashly advance in today's economy-driven world; just because he is stable does not mean that he has no shortcomings. If he does not touch traditional industries, there may be fewer conflicts of interest.
But his biggest failure is that as the richest man, he has not worked hard to control public opinion!"
"..."
Liu Yupeng secretly sighed, he was indeed a great man who had tricked Zhao Song once and was still alive!
"Let his most radical subordinates and the most aggressive government merge and collide. When things cannot be settled in time, let public opinion intervene!"
Having said this, Wen Jing waved her hand fiercely.
Liu Yupeng nodded excitedly: "We will make arrangements in advance. When the time comes, we will either use his private funds or Tesla's secondary financing to clean up the mess..."
"Yes, we only want money." Wen Jing nodded calmly, "He is the richest man and can have privileges, but he cannot break the law, otherwise he will spend money to buy a way out."
Liu Yupeng laughed and said: "If you spend money to escape, let's give him special privileges."
Wen Jing spread her hands and said nonchalantly: "What does it matter? I have made money and your hole has been filled."
"Yes, it doesn't matter." Liu Yupeng became more and more excited, "Xiao Jingjing, which target is...?"
"Please call me Wen Jing." Wen Jing frowned.
"Okay, it's up to you." Liu Yupeng didn't care and looked at him expectantly.
"Everyone knows Xu Liangying's unstable subordinates. Although her greed and radicalism have made her famous, the reason why she didn't capsize is because of Zhao Song's backing."
Liu Yupeng's eyes lit up.
"As for the intrusive local government," Wen Jing pointed at Liu Yupeng and said, "that's your business. Is it difficult to find a traditional industry that Zhao Song has never touched and is related to Xu Liangying?"
"Steel!"(Note)
With the resounding answer, the motorcade slowly stopped at the Jingda Boya Hotel, a place of accommodation designed by Wen Jing.
Entering the lobby, Wen Jing went to the side to rest alone, letting the bodyguards drive away other customers arrogantly and rudely.
"You know what?"
Wen Jing looked at the empty sofa opposite with blurred eyes, as if she had returned to that night. There was a young man sitting on the sofa, excitedly looking at various real estate advertisements.
"You are actually not awesome at all!
We are awesome!
We forced out the world’s richest man alive!”
…………
Some people say that if you are a woman's spare tire, then you are the spare tire.
If you are the spare tire for two women, then you are still the spare tire.
If you are the spare tire of ten women...
Then, they are your spare tire.
…
Xu Liangying, President of Wuming Technology, deputy to the National People's Congress, member of the Standing Committee of the Beihe Provincial Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce...
While Ms. Dong was still saving money quietly, Xu Liangying was already the most well-known iron lady in the country.
She is different from Tesla executives. While those people are fighting fiercely with international giants, she has already cut off all sides in the country.
Wen Jing knew the story between him and Zhao Song.
But I don't know whether she did it intentionally or not. When thinking about those women, she deliberately ignored this point - Xu Liangying was also a spare tire.
…
Zhao Song now has no knowledge of this.
But even if he knew it, he didn't care.
Money is the original sin.
What's more, he has the money.
He will only stand in the sun, open his hands, put on a toothy smile, and welcome all those who have an idea for him: