How Did I Become a God

With a fine drizzle all night, the trees in the Vanke Economic and Trade Mansion's residential complex have been renewed and become more and more green.

Jing Gao wakes up early in the morning, exercises on the treadmill, takes a shower, and the doorbell rang.

"Ms. Jing, there are soy milk and fried noodles for breakfast." Xiaohe brought in the steaming breakfast. I bought it at the Kempinski Hotel at the cross street outside the Beijing University of Technology campus.

For VIP card holders like Jing Gao, it is normal to take out the breakfast buffet. It could have been delivered by the hotel instead of Xiaohe. Mainly because the delivery time at the hotel is not easy to grasp.

"Thank you." Jing Gao sat down in the dining room, drank the fragrant soy milk, opened the lunch box and wooden chopsticks, stirred up the fried noodles, and ate a big chunk of it.

It is said that Shenhao wants to pretend to have a light taste, less salt, less spicy, and less meat. Because this diet is healthier.

Da Qiangzi told Lu Yu on the show that Western food is healthier.

But he definitely can't stand it. The taste of Beijing-style fried noodles is a bit heavy, but there is a lightness of cucumber in it. The deep-fried sauce is fragrant and you can chew the meat. The noodles are good, too. Pick up chopsticks and eat, and you will lose your stomach after three clicks.

"Xiaohe..."

Xiaohe, who was waiting quietly in the living room, walked over, "Ms. Jing, you said."

Jing Gao packed up the disposable lunch box, sipping a cup of soy milk in his hand, "Let Auntie stew an old hen. The ingredients are added. I will go to the University of Trade and Economics in the evening."

"Ok."

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Jing Gao made an appointment with Shen Jinyuan to sit down last week. After breakfast, he digested a bit and went downstairs with his donkey bag.

The meeting place for the appointment was not in the Jinghe Clubhouse in Shunning District. It's a courtyard in a hutong beside the Yongding River.

The car stopped at the entrance of the alley. Can't get in.

When Jing Gao got down from the red Ferrari 488 GTB, it happened that a group of passengers with peaked caps followed the tour guide holding the flag. Someone gestured at the red Ferrari with their mobile phone. Who doesn't love a good car? Ferrari is like a beauty.

"Mr. Jing, please here." Shen Jinyuan's assistant waited at the entrance of the alley early, and walked through the alley where Jing Gao was repainted and planted with phoenix trees, and introduced: "Tourism has risen in the past two years. There are often tourist groups here. come."

Following the assistant, Jing Gao looked at the tour group in front of him, and said, "Will it be noisy to live here?"

The assistant was half a body ahead of Jing Gao, reached out his hand to invite Jing Gao into a small courtyard, and smiled and said: "President Shen doesn't usually live here. Only to entertain distinguished guests. Come here again. Mr. Jing, please!"

The courtyard house can't see anything good or bad from the outside. The architectural pattern is the same. Only after I entered did I realize the difference. Past the screen wall is the courtyard, with swings, vines, roses and other flowers and plants.

This is a courtyard with one entrance. Transparent glass is on the ceiling. Blocked into a semi-open pantry. You can bathe in the sun and admire the flowers and plants.

Shen Jinyuan waited in the courtyard early and shook hands with Jing Gao, "Mr. Jing, welcome, welcome." The forty-two-year-old half-bald man, holding Jing Gao's hand in both hands, shook his hands vigorously, showing respect. The performance is very good.

Using money to measure the status of businessmen is a bit tacky, but it is roughly a common rule. Have you ever seen a few billion-dollar bosses go to Papa Ma to talk wildly?

Now is different from the past. The power of capital and money permeates all aspects of Chinese society. The simplest example has been mentioned, the "entrepreneurs" nowadays have not been trembling at the beginning of the reform, right?

Shen Jinyuan's respect for Jinggao is not only about money and status, but also from the integration of Rongcheng's textile industry. He was in it and witnessed Jing Gao take it down with his own eyes.

A twenty-seven-year-old young man, even if he has money, can make a billion-dollar project, which is a level in itself.

The country is now wealthy, and there are many rich people. How many of them can do it? Absolutely not much. Suning’s Shaodong is in charge of the Inter Milan club and has this level.

"Mr. Shen, your place is very good! It's a sentimental place." Jing Gao shook hands with Shen Jinyuan and praised.

The half-bald middle-aged man was Shen Jinyuan's first impression, but what Jing Gao impressed him the most was the phrase that he memorized on the wine table: He was originally from the back mountain, but he was a guest in front of him. Zuiwujing Pavilion is a half-volume book, sitting in the well and saying that the sky is wide.

Many people would say, what's so great about memorizing a poem? Has anyone not taken a Chinese class yet? However, it is very rare and rare to be able to accurately express oneself in poetry in interpersonal communication.

If you are not satisfied, you can try. See how the other person reacts after you recite.

Jing Gao's impression of Shen Jinyuan is very good.

"Mr. Jing, laugh. laugh." Shen Jinyuan greeted Jing Gao to take a seat in the hall, a set of Ming and Qing style furniture made of rosewood. The assistant brought tea, and Shen Jinyuan said: "Longjing before the rain, you can taste it."

Jing Gao took a sip, "Good tea." As he said, he put down his teacup, "President Shen, I do nothing but go to the Three Treasures Hall. I want to ask you about financial issues. Now domestic entrepreneurs, the second generation How do we generally allocate assets? Shouldn't we allocate A shares?"

As long as stock investors know what the situation is about A shares. My big A shares... In short, it's hard to say!

Shen Jinyuan didn't expect Jing Gao to enter the subject so quickly, and he would go straight to the subject with a word of "good tea". Hehe smiled and said, "Mr. Jing, I am in finance, but I belong to Xiaoxi Mi. The news may not be complete. So, let me just say this, and listen to it for the time being."

Jing Gao smiled and nodded.

Shen Jinyuan said: "The stock market collapsed in 15 years. Mr. Jing should have an impression of what follows. The world's stock markets are cut leek. Including the world's largest trading volume of US stocks. There is no chance of survival for even small retail investors.

In 1945, US stocks were held by retail investors at 93%. It is now reduced to 11%, and it is all transactions between institutions and institutional investors. For our A shares, retail trading volume accounts for more than 90%.

Those on the Internet advocating that the U.S. stock market system is good and beneficial to retail investors are purely brainstorming. "

Jing Gao smiled and said, "Some people are stupid, some are bad. Some people are stupid and bad! For example, the public."

Shen Jinyuan slapped his thigh, feeling like a confidant, and said: "Oh, Mr. Jing, you don't know how much I bother those meager big Vs, you know! Maade, doing things like eating and smashing the pot. The Pacific didn't add to it. Guy, I like America so much. Move over by myself! Get out early!"

Shen Jinyuan said happily and said with a smile: "Haha, talk about business, talk about business. From a security perspective, those who have energy or have funds overseas will generally allocate some U.S. stocks and Hong Kong stocks.

Of course ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's easy to cut leeks here, and some people play in it. However, whether such unscrupulous plunder of people’s property will be liquidated in the future is a matter of two reasons. "

Jing Gao pondered, and then asked: "In March and April, I made 1.2 million yuan in Hong Kong stocks. What kind of capital is this probably?"

Shen Jinyuan thought for a while, "Mr. Jing, wait a minute, I'll call and ask." I went out to make a call, and then came back: "Mr. Jing, according to the estimates of my traders, this amount of funds should be very small. , Will not exceed 20 million."

Jing Gao nodded slightly.

It's no surprise that Fatty Ma can make up 20 million. Nowadays, a large number of middle class in China have added real estate valuations, and there are very many people with assets of several million. Fatty Ma was in the middle of Beijing, and he would be ashamed if he couldn't make up this little money.

Fatty Ma is playing Hong Kong stocks with his capital, so how much money will Zhao Canglong have in the stock market? Hey there!

Jing Gao kept quiet and sipped his tea, "Mr. Shen, thank you. Then I will go to speculate in outside stocks. Do you have any more powerful private equity managers recommended? My capital is probably at the level of 1 billion."