After severing ties, biological parents and family regretted

"I wanted Xiaolong to take charge of this matter before. I'm going back to China.

I still have a project that I haven't finished yet." Huo Xiuwen replied seriously.

"I left Beijing to work on the Chinese herbal medicine planting base."

Chen Shaojie said, "Oh," "Is it the market gap left by the Tang family?"

Huo Xiuwen shook his head and said, "No, I just wanted to leave Beijing at that time. But my family agreed, so I went out to do it.

The gap left by the Tang family has been occupied by Dacheng Investment.

I can't compete with them, but the project of the Chinese herbal medicine planting base itself doesn't worry about the market, so it's not considered competition."

Chen Xiaolong interrupted, "How can planting medicinal materials make money like growing marijuana!"

Huo Xiuwen glanced at him and didn't answer.

Chen Shaojie nodded and said, "Not bad, you have a beginning and an end. If you want to go back, go back. Xiaolong has never done a big project and has no experience in this area. You should take care of him more."

Huo Xiuwen nodded in agreement.

"How long will you be gone?" Chen Xiaolong asked.

"It will be half a month at most. After explaining everything clearly, I have to go to Yuncheng.

If we want to stay here permanently in the future, the company cannot do without Shiyun."

After a brief discussion, Huo Xiuwen returned to the rented house in the city and met with the engineers of Boyang Construction.

There are now more than ten people here. After the contract is signed, it will be busy.

***

After a few months, Chen Pingan felt more and more that there were only two people who were truly talented among the 14 people.

For the others, training was just fulfilling his obligations.

But Li Haichao and Jiang Feier are really very smart people.

This smartness has nothing to do with emotional intelligence or IQ.

The K-line formed by the market trend, whether it is the trend, trend or structure, combined with the judgment of trading volume and the market conditions of the spot market, etc., is very decisive in trading decisions.

And even if it is wrong, it will not affect their subsequent operations at all.

In other words, these two people don't pay much attention to gains and losses.

As for family background, Chen Pingan doesn't care.

What he wants to know now is whether Jiang Feier is Li Yifei's person.

As for Li Haichao, he did find out that this guy is Li Hongzhong's cousin!

It's just that Li Haichao never mentioned Li Hongzhong on his own initiative, and Chen Pingan certainly wouldn't mention it on his own initiative.

Fatty should be a junior now, and he doesn't know how he is doing now.

He still remembers that Li Hongzhong's parents are both in the system.

Now it seems that Li Haichao and Li Hongzhong's grandfathers must also be in the officialdom.

At the end of January 2087, Chen Pingan had completed the initial layout with 14 traders, and the investment exceeded 60 billion yuan.

This includes not only Li Yifei's money, but also the money of other investors in Inprivate.

There are less than 120 billion yuan of available funds left on the books.

There are only 4 targets.

Using RMB as the most important international currency to estimate, the total funds of 180 billion yuan are actually a large sum of money.

Even if it is spread over 4 stocks, it is still a huge amount.

The reason why futures were not chosen is because Chen Pingan didn't dare.

This amount of money would be a huge sum of money if it were put in the stock market, but if it were really put in the international futures market, he was afraid of being cheated to death.

In particular, among these 14 people, even if he admired Jiang Feier and Li Haichao, he didn't dare to trust anyone.

Futures are different from stocks.

Once he was betrayed, he had no choice but to jump off the building.

At the end of January, a wave of guests came from snowy Austria.

Chen Shuhui told him about this.

Two religious groups from remote areas in the northwest of China came here to hold a so-called exchange meeting.

In fact, it is still a task of continuous cultural output.

Chen Shuhui dragged Liu Qing to the scene to see it before recommending it to him.

So, Chen Pingan and Edwards went to the exhibition hall in the city with their families.

Chen Pingan grew up in Yuncheng and had never been to the northwest in his two lives.

He and Chen Shuhui followed Liu Qing and Chen Shaohua on both sides, Brianna and Edwards led Deerma, followed by bodyguards, and after walking into the exhibition hall with the flow of people, what they saw was an extremely shocking huge thangka.

It was a thangka with a black base.

The estimated size was 8 meters x 6 meters, hanging from the air.

On the other side, there was also a huge Buddha statue hanging.

It was red.

The contrast between red and black was extremely eye-catching.

There was no beauty in terms of color alone.

But the Buddha statues in the two paintings stunned him.

He had no idea about these things and had never come into contact with them.

However, the red-based Buddha statue on the right gave him a huge shock when he saw it.

The exhibition hall was warm like spring, and there were many people.

Although China has been exporting culture for decades, as a great country with a vast variety of cultures, Westerners still have only a vague understanding of these things.

I can only say that I have heard of them and seen them, but I don’t understand them at all.

Isn’t this something Buddhist?

No!

It’s not like that.

The staff speaking standard Chinese were explaining, and the crowd around them exclaimed as they listened.

Chen Ping'an stood there, completely unaware that his parents and Huihui had gone somewhere else.

Although it was not the first time they saw it, they still felt that they could take a closer look.

And Chen Pingan's mood has become extremely calm from the initial shock to the current stop.

The red-based portrait, the Buddha statue outlined with golden lines, is sitting cross-legged on a huge lotus seat, one hand pointing to the sky, and the other hand resting peacefully on his knees.

A round of Buddha light behind his head shines in all directions.

What emerged in Chen Pingan's mind was not words of praise, but his experience in his previous life.

Two bodyguards stood two steps behind him, looking at the people around them, protecting him diligently.

In the previous life, from his eighteenth birthday, to being killed by Fang Hongjun, to following Fang Hongjun for more than ten years, and then reborn, everything until now, like a video played at super fast speed, quickly flowed through his mind.

When the video in his mind was exactly the same as the reality, that is, at this moment, he found that his mood suddenly became like a pool of still water, without any waves.

Chen Pingan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he turned around and beckoned to one of the bodyguards.

"Go and find out who painted this painting. Are you willing to sell it?

Also, ask if the painter is here?"

The bodyguard nodded and left.

Chen Pingan looked around and found that on the huge screen on the other side, a hand holding a paintbrush was playing, and at this moment, it was using indescribable beauty, like flowing clouds and water, to outline the hem of a Buddha statue on white paper.

That hand was holding a pen, and the other pen was clamped between the index finger and the middle finger, horizontally.

That hand was slender and slender.

It was obviously a woman's hand.

Under the camera, the hem was quickly outlined.

Then, the hand quickly changed the pen and began to draw different cloud patterns on the hem.

Chen Pingan couldn't help but stare at the screen, watching intently like other visitors.

Not long after, he heard the voice of the bodyguard.

"Boss, that painter is painting right now. She is the one on the big screen you are looking at.

The huge Buddha statue is too big. I asked and they have smaller ones for sale, but they are hung on the other wall."

Chen Ping'an nodded.

"Got it. Take me to where the painter is painting."

The bodyguard pointed to the bottom of the huge screen.

"Over there, where there are people.

That woman is painting!"