In a flower gardener, the words and deeds of a person with a certain status will always be over-interpreted by others. Therefore, Zhao Songai behaves like a gangster and is unwilling to do anything with his status. For no other reason, he is not afraid.
If he offends others, he is afraid of trouble.
This was something that he could hardly imagine in his 'previous life'. Even when he took his wife and sister back to Shantang to visit relatives, there were rumors that major investments were about to be made. After staying for a day and returning to Beijing, it could be interpreted as a sign of his support for the local people.
Dissatisfaction with the business environment.
Then, there were constant tests, inquiries and comforting phone calls.
Therefore, he will not talk nonsense in public. If he does, openly criticizing certain social phenomena, no need to ask, it will definitely be with the consent of his 'teacher' and 'leader', and the upper management will already have countermeasures to solve the problem.
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He is just a cheating 'reborn' person. Doing idealistic things does not mean that he is an idealist. He is doing it for fame!
Just like Miss Zhao who thinks she can talk to Zhao Song, she also does it for fame. If she can solve the trouble from the richest man, her reputation in the industry will reach a new high.
As a result, he got into trouble.
His friends were bullied, and his descendants were also targeted. Zhao Song originally just wanted to express his attitude and resolve the matter within a certain range, but unexpectedly someone sent a twist of fire. So what reason did he have to not go along with the situation and fire?
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"I just don't understand, what benefit does it bring to some people if I give birth late?"
Zhao Song said to himself.
Er Mao, who was driving, opened his mouth and muttered: "Children are easy to manipulate when they are young. When my eldest cousin was a child, his second uncle took advantage of him and took away a piece of the foundation~"
"..." Zhao Song was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile, "You can see clearly that these seemingly high-class circles are not about the prosperity of ordinary people's families."
Hearing the compliment, Ermao chuckled, and then reminded him: "Brother, when it comes to family affairs, I have to say that after you let those two friends enter the central control, the family may be dissatisfied."
"I'm going to hold back my dissatisfaction!" Zhao Song didn't care. "Or just follow the route I told you. If you want to get into Central Control, just apply honestly. If you really achieve a certain level, I won't be stingy with the shares. Otherwise, I won't be stingy with shares."
Just be trustworthy and be taken care of by the family."
Er Mao glanced at Zhao Song through the rearview mirror and said seemingly unintentionally: "Someone at home asked why the trust fund should be kept in China. It is better to receive US dollars than RMB."
"Then don't ask for anything, go abroad and earn by yourself~" Zhao Song sneered at the younger generation, "I stress again, it's okay for my family to study abroad, and after settling abroad, I can find a foreigner to match me with a bastard.
,Don’t blame me for not recognizing people!”
When Er Mao heard this, he immediately glanced at the closed car window worriedly, and then said with a wry smile: "Brother, if your words get out, it will be a big deal."
Zhao Song ignored him, closed his eyes and murmured: "The trust fund is a living security for all my blood relatives. It is not a reason for them to commit crimes or commit crimes. Also, if the nationality is changed, the blood relationship will be broken."
Got it!"
"I will make it clear to everyone." Ermao shrank his neck and promised in a low voice.
Glancing at Er Mao again, Zhao Song felt relieved and leaned back tiredly: "This day is so exhausting!"
"Brother, you don't do physical work either."
"I'm tired! I want to relax and take good care of myself!"
Er Mao understood: "I still have the club number that Brother Chen Ning gave me. Do you want to make an appointment?"
Zhao Song stared and said, "Do you believe it or not that as soon as I entered the gate of that poor place, the whole capital would know about it within ten minutes. Do you know what prostitution at a distance means gambling at a distance? That is the experience accumulated by our ancestors for thousands of years."
"...Brother, don't you talk about health care?"
"Health care also needs to be hidden!" Zhao Song thought for a while and ordered, "Go back to the city!"
"Xiaohe Village?"
"That's home, do you think I'm stupid?" Zhao Song roared, "Take the Jingcheng Upper East 4th Ring Road, exit from Yaowa Lake Bridge and head east to the Chengdu Road!"
The two unfamiliar place names at the back made Ermao confused for a moment, and he muttered: "That's quite far away."
"Brother Li in Xiaohe Village opened a foot massage branch there," Zhao Song explained while taking out his mobile phone. "I asked him to leave a back door and free up the technicians with the best skills!"
"Brother, you are not afraid of being recognized by the technician."
Zhao Song: "Brother, take a good look at my face. What do you see?"
Er Mao glanced at the rearview mirror and said against his will: "Handsome guy?"
Zhao Song rolled his eyes: "This is a public face. There is no luxury car and no security secretary. In a foot massage shop that only sells essential oils for RMB 38, who would have thought that this is me."
"38?" Ermao's eyes rolled when he heard the price, and he said absently, "It's not cheap. My wife can open my back for free."
"Did your wife prescribe you back? Did she use essential oils?" Zhao Song fell into deep thought, "I have to ask Xiao Yu later. The couple doesn't do ethical things at home, but they let their wife do a lot of health care for themselves.
Isn’t it illegal?”
Ermao: "..."
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Beijing, outside the Southeast Fourth Ring Road.
One of the most chaotic areas of the capital.
Logistics, auto parts, building materials, warehousing, and countless bungalow areas.
Rumors of CBD's eastward expansion have already come out, but for people here, it's hard to wait. At least when Zhao Song comes back from his "rebirth", CBD will still be CBD, and CBD's eastward expansion... will still be a rumor.
Zhao Song 'once' lived here, and here was the largest affordable housing community in the capital. His wife in his previous life was considered a 'second generation'. For her, an index worth 160,000 on the black market was all she needed to do.
Say something about 'generation'.
This society is always so realistic, so realistic that while people complain online, in reality they always like to show off their social connections everywhere.
This is the status quo of affordable housing. No one has the ability to change it. Until it completes its historical mission, and after the government introduces two housing limits, the policy becomes stricter and the rumors of the black market gradually disappear.
Of course, these things have nothing to do with Zhao Song's two lives, and he will not show off to others the strong women and weak men in his family, but his knowledge of the entertainment venues here is his bragging rights at the wine table!
He is a person who has driven a private car. Where else would he like to go as a guest who can take a private car?
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"Brother, you really look like the same person."
On the second floor of the pedicure shop, in the room next to the back door in the dirt alley, the young technician looked at Zhao Song several times and finally let out an expected sigh.
"I am Zhao Song."
Zhao Song looked at the technician intently. He couldn't tell whether his craftsmanship was good or bad, but he was definitely young and beautiful, especially that big butt that was twisting around.
It seems that Brother Li from Xiaohe Village is from the same family as him.
He even had an expectation at this time - couldn't this store be pure green?
"Brother is really good at joking."
The technician grinned, her white teeth almost blinding Zhao Song. She glanced at Zhao Song with blushing cheeks, then shook her head, as if she had put aside some fantasy, and began to work seriously.
Put down the barrel, sit on the bench, then lift Zhao Song's feet, take off his socks, and then gently put them into the barrel.
"Brother, please try the water temperature."
"Good."
Zhao Song spoke absentmindedly, all his attention focused on the touch of those delicate hands.
This is the most ordinary pedicure shop. The decoration taste is the same as that of all pedicure shop owners. They focus on luxury, but they pretend to be in the Chinese and European style of the 1980s. The Damascus pattern wallpaper on the wall can be seen in almost every shop of the same grade.
arrive.
Zhao Song didn't expect that he would enjoy such value-for-money services in such an ordinary store.
"I'm really Zhao Song," Zhao Song returned to the previous topic and asked sincerely, "Why do you think I'm joking?"
The technician was rubbing Zhao Song's feet with a volcanic stone. Hearing this, he immediately raised his head, looked at Zhao Song carefully, and said, "If I tell you, please don't be angry, brother."
"We are chatting, why am I angry?"
"Let me tell you," the technician was not Hina. After her rich social experience allowed her to determine the character of the customer, she smiled and said, "Think about this place, this kind of store, and this kind of price. Would the world's richest man patronize it?"
"
After saying that, she lowered her head and continued rubbing, murmuring: "We are not from the same world."
"Yeah, he's not from the same world~ so he can't come here." Zhao Song nodded and stared at the beautiful technician serving him, "Just like you, you speak with a Beijing accent. I have lived for two lifetimes.
I once met a girl from the capital doing this job. Since Zhao Song couldn’t come, how could you possibly do this job?”
The beautiful technician lowered her head: "Brother, what's wrong with the girl from Beijing? You don't want to do the local thing, be careful of being scolded by the richest man."
The richest man has indeed criticized regional discrimination in the media. As a result, no one dares to publicly express regional remarks on the Internet.
"I'm so cruel that I even scold myself," Zhao Song joked with a smile. He sat up from the multi-functional massage table, stretched out his hand to the technician, and said: "My words have nothing to do with the region, it's just a bit unexpected, but I respect everyone very much."
A person who lives seriously, so I would like to introduce myself again, my name is Zhao Song, what is the girl’s name?”
The technician stared blankly at the hand in front of him. It took him a long time to react. He hurriedly wiped his right hand dry and held it:
"Yu Bianbian."
For some reason, she didn't say her No. 8 number or her code name of "Taozi" or "Xingzi". Instead, she believed Zhao Song's self-introduction and told her her real name.
"Da... that... Mr. Zhao... that..."
Yu Bianbian was a little incoherent, "Um... our store... um... our store owner doesn't have a good... relationship, so I've been checking in every day these days. Is... um... okay?"