God of Rebirth Trader

In order to get some money to save the market, do you have to invest the rest of your life in it?

Chen Weidong hesitated.

There are many ways to raise funds, and he doesn't necessarily have to rely on the Li family. Maybe he can borrow some from Lin Jiacheng?

Thinking of this, he felt a little moved and stood up directly.

Unfortunately, when I turned around, I saw Li Xier's expectant face.

He suddenly softened up again and really didn't know how to explain it.

"Do you dislike me for being older than you?" Li Xier's eyes filled with mist, and she mustered up the courage to say.

In the past, she could still maintain a sense of pride and felt that her conditions were pretty good, but now she compares them and finds that she doesn't seem to have any advantages.

She knows very well that after a certain level, money is just a number.

People at this stage will not do things they don't like because of the amount of money.

"No, absolutely not!" Chen Weidong shook his head quickly.

He believed that if he gave the wrong answer, the company would immediately lose a driver and financial officer, which would definitely outweigh the gain.

"Then why are you hesitant... Even if you refuse, I will continue to be your driver and accountant... Wuwu..." Li Xi'er was about to cry, covering her face and said.

"real?!"

Chen Weidong's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but said in surprise.

"Fake!"

Li Xi'er gritted her teeth angrily, rushed over and bit Chen Weidong's arm hard.

ah!!!

A scream came from the office.

A high temperature of thirty-nine degrees.

Everyone in the Antler Building couldn't help but shudder.

....

August 25th.

Huanghe Group Center Building, No. 2 Queen's Road, Central, Hong Kong.

A white car stopped at the door of the building.

The security personnel immediately greeted them and opened the car door for them thoughtfully.

A man and a woman got out of the car, they were Chen Weidong and Li Xier.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Lin said that you should go to the 70th floor to find him when you arrive." A security guard said very politely.

"Okay, I understand." Chen Weidong nodded and quickly walked into the building.

The Huanghe Group Center Building has a maximum height of only 70 floors.

The 70th floor is also Lin Jiacheng’s exclusive office floor. This floor is equipped with functional rooms such as offices, reception rooms, restaurants and lounges.

At the end of the floor is Lin Jiacheng's personal office.

Lin Jiacheng, who is nearly 70 years old, will show up here on time before 9 o'clock on working days to start the day's work, and will work here for half a day even on Saturdays.

You must not think that a boss staying in the company all day long is a sign of diligence.

Some people even have this morbid mentality - my boss hasn't gotten off work so late, how can I be embarrassed to get off work?

In fact, for them, there is no difference between being at home and at work. They can eat whatever they want, sleep when they want, and naturally stay as long as they want.

The elevator in the Huanghe Group Center Building cannot go directly to the top floor.

Chen Weidong and Li Xier, led by several professional security personnel, took several elevators along the way, passed through layers of security checks, and swiped their cards three times before finally arriving at what is known as the most mysterious office in the world.

"Mr. Lin, it's so troublesome to meet you." Chen Weidong walked into the office and saw Lin Jiacheng sitting at his desk, and immediately joked with a smile.

"Mr. Chen, I made you laugh." Lin Jiacheng also stood up and said with a smile on his face.

Since the Lin Zeju incident, he has comprehensively upgraded the company's security.

Although this is more troublesome, at least safety is guaranteed.

"Uncle Lin~"

Li Xier walked into the office and shouted with a sweet smile.

"Haha, Xi'er is here too. How is your dad's health recently?" Lin Jiacheng adjusted his glasses and asked with a smile.

"It's pretty good, just..."

When Chen Weidong saw them chatting about household matters, he looked around at Lin Jiacheng's office.

The entire office is not large, only 20 square meters, but it is the base where he manages assets of nearly 800 billion in more than 30 countries around the world.

Next to his office chair, there is a terminal that is working 24 hours a day, which can monitor the rise and fall of Huanghe Group's stock price at any time.

At the same time, there are 6 landline phones surrounding the desk. Each landline phone corresponds to different permissions, allowing Lin Jiacheng to communicate with different people at any time, obtain business information and issue instructions.

Only the front side of the office is walled, and the rest are floor-to-ceiling windows.

Standing in front of the window, you can have an unobstructed view of Victoria Harbor.

Every day at sunrise and sunset, busy ferry boats shuttle between the north and south shores, fishing boats, cruise ships, sightseeing boats, and the sea level are all visible.

This kind of layout also implicitly implies Lin Jiacheng's business ambition to be based in Hong Kong and look at the world.

Standing here, Chen Weidong only felt a feeling of being at the top of the mountain and seeing all the small mountains at a glance.

Maybe.

When you are looking at Victoria Harbor, it is also staring at you, quietly recording the changes of this era.

The only wall in the office has two paintings and calligraphy works hung on it.

One is an authentic painting by Zheng Banqiao called "The Sound of Bamboo" worth over 1 billion yuan.

Another calligraphy work is a couplet, a poem by the famous Qing Dynasty general Zuo Zongtang:

Make high-level wishes, make middle-level fates, and enjoy low-level blessings.

Choose a high place to stand, find a flat place to live, and walk towards a wide place.

"Mr. Chen, do you also like to study calligraphy and painting works?" Lin Jiacheng came behind him at some point and said with a smile.

"It's just some insights, not research." Chen Weidong waved his hand hurriedly and said.

How dare he try to do whatever he wants? Only people of a certain age can master this business.

"Mr. Chen, I see that you have been staring at this couplet. Do you know the meaning of these two lines of poetry?" Lin Jiacheng looked at him and asked with interest.

Chen Weidong secretly thought that he actually tested himself on the spot. Fortunately, his foundation in Chinese studies was not bad.

He thought for a while and said: "People should have great ambitions, only seek moderate fate, and live an ordinary life."

"You should look far-sighted when looking at problems, be low-key in life, and leave room for things to happen."

"Awesome! I didn't expect Mr. Chen to have such an understanding at such a young age. It's really rare!" Lin Jiacheng's eyes lit up and he seemed to be very satisfied with the answer. He gave a thumbs up and praised repeatedly.

"Mr. Lin, this is your office. It should be your way of conducting yourself in the world." Chen Weidong also smiled, feeling that Lin Jiacheng was using him to praise himself.

"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect someone who dropped out of high school to know this." Li Xi'er listened to him and couldn't help teasing.

"Haha, poetry appreciation is the most basic literacy of Chinese people. It's not like some people who forget what they are after studying abroad for a few years." Chen Weidong said with his hands behind his back, looking calm and calm.

"hateful..."

Li Xi'er was so angry that her teeth itched, but she didn't want to get angry directly.

Lin Jiacheng couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. Chen, I heard that you just dropped out of high school, but I don't think you look like it at all!"