After meeting with the banking system, Zhao Song's mission was completed.
Professional people do professional things. Zhao Song's main job is to tell his subordinates that the government-level project approval and project funding issues have been resolved.
Zhao Song also did not allow the grand occasion of requiring trucks to pull the bid documents in the early stages of the project. As long as the company spoke during the Tesla share dispute, it would receive Zhao Song's goodwill.
The favorite thing for gardening entrepreneurs is to build skyscrapers after they have money. The entire central control system has been holding back for four years. Of course, there are countless properties to be built waiting to be shared by construction companies.
Of course, there will also be many foreign companies involved in new technologies and new materials.
In short, the construction of the entire industrial park is based on a ten-year benchmark. If Tesla's headquarters base can be topped out within three years, it is considered a great success for Zhao Song.
After walking out of the district government building, Ermao had already driven the Audi up to the steps. Together with the two Mercedes-Benz cars at the front and back, it was already considered the minimum standard for the richest man to travel.
After getting into the car, the co-pilot Liu Ying asked: "Going to Pingchang Industrial Park to rest?"
Zhao Song just wanted to nod but remembered something and quickly took out his phone to check.
"Er Mao, is this close to the Capital International Airport?" Zhao Song asked.
"We have to go through a trail," Er Mao replied awkwardly, "and the GPS navigation always leads to dead ends. I have to ask the person in front if he knows the way."
At this time, the Sixth Ring Road had not yet been completed, and the expressway that cut through the Fifth and Sixth Ring Road was of course nowhere to be seen.
Zhao Song thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Then go to the airport and try to take the main road. I'm not in a hurry."
Liu Ying turned back curiously: "Boss, why are you going to the airport?"
"Giving it away."
…………
1 hour later.
Capital Airport International Departure Entrance.
Zhao Song looked at the woman in front of him for a long time before showing a bright smile and opening his arms.
Wen Jing also smiled slightly, stepped forward and leaned into Zhao Song's arms.
"You have nothing to say to me?" she asked.
Under the gaze of Wenhua, Lao Ba, Zhao Song hugged his ex-girlfriend and said generously: "It's still a commonplace topic. Your greatest talent is in scientific research rather than business, especially as a girl who goes out every day and doesn't talk about it.
As for safety issues, haven’t you ever thought about how worried your family is?"
Wen Jing smiled beautifully, but she was still as quiet as before: "Have you ever been worried?"
"I was worried before," Zhao Song said honestly. "Later, after I learned that you have high-level security around you, I stopped worrying so much. And then...if you hadn't come here to join in the fun this time, I would have almost forgotten about you."
"Heartless man." Wen Jing muttered.
Zhao Song was dissatisfied and said: "How much harm have I, a heartless man, suffered? How much advantage have I allowed you ladies to take advantage of? And I haven't stopped taking advantage of it!
Especially this time..."
After saying this, Zhao Song suddenly frowned, pushed Wen Jing away, stared at her Wen Jing face and asked:
"By the way, what's your purpose in making friends with Nancy?"
Wen Jing shrugged and answered generously: "She is a member of the Board of Directors of Palm Beach Country Club."
Zhao Song suddenly had a headache. He and Wen Wenhua looked at each other, and he could see deep helplessness for his daughter in the other's eyes.
"A private Jewish estate founded in 1916, a top social venue, Palm Beach with only 300 members?"
"Yeah!"
Zhao Song asked tangledly: "You are not a Jew, why are you just joining in the fun? You don't believe the rumor that the Jews control the United States, do you?"
Wen Jing tilted her head and looked at Zhao Song with the others: "Isn't it?"
"..." Zhao Song looked at them depressedly and replied categorically: "No!"
How should he explain this?
History, religion, cultural changes, economy, politics...,
If this could be explained, the author could add another chapter.
Besides, what are the blood races? Everyone is a hybrid of Sapiens and Neanderthals!
"..."
Under the expectant gazes of several people, Zhao Song asked dully: "Tell me, what do you want to do?"
Several people were disappointed.
Even Liu Ying muttered in a low voice: "It's boring~!"
In fact, what they want to hear is not Zhao Song's explanation of the rumors, but the inside story of gossiping about top American officials.
As emerging rich people, they knew that Zhao Song knew something, and Zhao Song also knew that they knew that he knew something!
But what can he say? If someone really wants to get to the bottom of it, he can only say: 'Yes, just as you think, this world is very dirty and dark, and it is even dirtier and darker than you think!'
Fortunately, Wen Jing did not get to the bottom of it and answered honestly: "I want to get to know Bernie through her."
"Bernie?" Zhao Song looked at his ex-girlfriend in confusion, confused by her wild ideas, "Bernard Madoff, the pioneer of digital securities trading in the world and the non-executive chairman of Nasdaq?"
Wen Jing nodded.
"..." Zhao Song had a headache, "I asked you, have you had nothing to do in the United States since you got rid of eBay? Why don't you return to China for development? If you are willing to work as a scientific research director at Yi Tuo for two years, then in the future I will be the lowest
I’ll reserve a position as vice president of central control for you.”
Wen Jing curled her lips and said disdainfully: "Not interested."
Zhao Song: "What Bernie...that guy...did...didn't you feel that it was a bit like a 'rat club'?"
Wen Jing shook her head and said with a smile: "I know what you are worried about, but I belong to Pixiu, and you will have to pay a price if you want to defraud me of money. Besides, I don't care at all whether Madoff can help me make money, but as long as he can
Giving money to Madoff to take care of is a sign of status, a symbol of entering a higher-end upper class society."
"Upper society?" Zhao Song said dullly, "Don't you know me? Even if I'm not in America, don't you still know Xiao Yu?
Isn’t it just a party to decide who you want to see and get to know?
If one party can’t solve the problem, then we’ll have two high-end cocktail parties!”
Wen Jing smiled and shook her head: "I don't want to know anyone, but I want to enter the circle and gain a reputation."
Now Zhao Song was also curious: "What circle do I not know?"
"Even if you want to invest and communicate, people may not necessarily accept you in this circle," Wen Jing knelt down, took out a piece of information from her suitcase and handed it to Zhao Song, introducing, "They can often solve problems internally.
For example, take this girl, I served as her Chinese tutor for four weeks, which helped her successfully enter Stanford and get the Presidential Scholarship."
Speaking of this, she looked around. Although they were close to the wall in order not to disturb other travelers, because of Zhao Song, some people still noticed the situation here. Not only were there flower growers who liked to join in the fun, but also
Countless black and white people, some even took out their cameras and pointed them at this place.
Wen Jing could only lower her volume and said softly:
"So I usually pay close attention to her - because of this year's epidemic, she wrote a patent application during her internship: an arm bandage that can diagnose medical conditions and provide treatment at the same time.
She only responded with a polite thank you to my email about my new interest, and then obtained an initial US$1 million in support through family connections."
"..."
After listening to Wen Jing's words, Zhao Song no longer cared about his personal image in public. He gestured to the security guards to expand the protection circle, then scratched his head with both hands, trying hard to recall where he was familiar with this topic.
“What’s the name of that startup?”
“real-time cures.”
"Real-time treatment?" Zhao Song shook his head in confusion, "I've never heard of it."
Wen Jing rolled her eyes: "You'd be damned if you've heard of the name of a startup company!"
Zhao Song did not give up: "What's that girl's name?"
"Elizabeth Holmes."
"..."
Zhao Song was stunned!
Of course he had never heard of real-time treatment, because the company was mistakenly labeled as real-time curses in the early days!
Later it was renamed Theranos, which is the famous Theranos!
For this beautiful girl and her company, people prefer to use another nickname, that is...
‘Bad blood’!
He looked at his ex-girlfriend in disbelief. What kind of monster did he change her into?
Okay~
One big liar and one small liar!
wrong!
She wants to participate and invest in two of the biggest scams of the century!
What kind of great act of committing suicide is this?
"Also," Wen Jing didn't notice anything strange about Zhao Song. She turned the document in his hand to another page and continued to introduce: "This Harvard student is also a Jew. He released a small tool on the Internet that caused a lot of stir.
People are paying attention, and obviously, I am not in his consideration range either.”
Wen Jing shrugged to express her helplessness, then looked at Zhao Song with her big bright eyes, and said softly: "Maybe I don't remember what you said to me, but I still remember it clearly, and I remember what you said without a doubt
If you use a noun, it’s called social network!”
That is to say, death is inevitable!
The Jew who said, "It is well documented that florists steal technology from American companies."
A social network that drives out its founding partners, and a business founder who sells everything for profit.
Zhao Song nodded numbly, handed back the information without even looking at it, and said blankly:
"You're right, I can't help you with these things!"
After saying that, he touched Wen Jing's face with admiration and awe, as if touching a unique treasure.
Then he turned around decisively, as if there was some monster chasing behind him...