How Did I Become a God

"How did I become a goddess(

Cheng Zhao once said in front of Jing Gao during the dinner that her father Cheng Herong was anxious to get angry when facing competition from the far-field express delivery subordinate to the Fangyuan Group. After Jinggao made a strategic investment of 8 billion yuan to Fangyuan Group, Ronghe Group felt great pressure.

This is real working capital! It's terrible. This is also one of the tactics of Igao and the Galaxy Group: cutting off its wings.

But Cheng Zhao, as a sophomore student at Magic University of Finance and Economics, did not face this pressure directly. At around 11 am on Friday, Cheng Zhao walked out of the teaching building after the exam, took out the mirror from his handbag, looked at Meimei herself, and called An Yi, "An Yi, what are you doing? Where is lunch arranged?"

She is very fond of ease.

On the phone, An Yi was sullen and said, "I'm eating on the plane at noon. I'm on my way to the airport. I'm back to Beijing by Brother Jing's plane.

"Okay, I know." Cheng Zhao hung up the phone angrily, stepped on small high heels, and walked quickly to the parking lot. Muttered in his mouth: "Wooden person, I can't hear such obvious hints? I deserve to be a single dog after college."

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The sky is gloomy. Pedestrians hurried in the alleys of Magic City at noon. For college students, the winter vacation begins. But for working people, the annual leave is still early. Today is the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Jing Gao sat in the Rolls-Royce Phantom that took him to the airport, flipping through his notebook, thinking slightly.

There is a stalk on the Internet, who writes a diary for serious people? But if a person really thinks about his life, he really has to keep a diary. Five years and ten years, you look back through these diaries, only to know your growth.

In addition, there is a question involved here, how can a person die?

Generally speaking, a person needs to die three times. For the first time, I stopped breathing and my mind collapsed. Death in a biological sense. The second time, people attend your funeral. You will die in the social network.

The third time, you were forgotten by people. There is no trace or memory of you in this world. This is the last step, the real death.

In the Song Dynasty, there was a man named "Anhui" in Xixia. Through his tomb and the few words on the stone tablet, his name was successfully passed on to future generations.

And keeping a diary will probably delay your third death. Anyway, leave some research materials, right? I have no other hope in this life, I just hope, how many days... Hey, the master is so frank! So awesome!

Of course, some people's diaries will be stinking for thousands of years! This is not shifted by his will and the praise of his fans. After the rise of China, how do you evaluate it? History will make a fair evaluation.

Old witch!

Remember, one of the core connotations of Chinese civilization is "shame culture", not "sin culture". Of course she didn't break the law, but she was lying and slandering. Isn't this shameful? Qin Hui was still kneeling by the West Lake! Thousands of people will have a steelyard in their hearts! As long as the inheritance of Chinese civilization continues to die.

When Jing Gao went out in the morning, he greeted Jiang Zi and said goodbye. After this meeting arrived at the airport, it merged with Anyi, who was returning from the same plane. As soon as he got on his private jet Gulfstream G650, I received a call from Ouyang Wan, "Ms. Jing, are you on the plane?"

Ouyang Wan called to say goodbye to him.

Jing Gao and Ouyang Wan chatted for a while, and then there were phone calls or WeChat messages coming in successively, all of which meant farewell. And from Chen Qingshuang: Mr. Jing, the journey is smooth! (Compared to the heart expression) (red lips expression).

He had kissed Chen Qingshuang in the car at noon yesterday and had held the ball.

At this time, after accelerating, the plane took off and spread its wings and flew high through the white clouds. As if going straight to the sky.

With this feeling of acceleration and weightlessness, Jing Gao suddenly wanted to understand the question that had been circling in his mind since he came: Why is he so busy?

His thinking about the future of life is roughly guided by one thought: Maslow's theory of needs. He was directly set on the fourth level of demand: the need for respect. Self-esteem and hope to be respected by others.

And now, his status and power in the arena obviously already satisfies this level. According to this theory, he should pursue the realization of self-worth next. But he knew very well in his heart that he had no motivation to pursue becoming the world's richest man!

Shenhao, who is infinitely stuck in his hand, lacks the motivation to make money and pursue profit!

Therefore, Jing Gao now understands the flaws of Maslow's hierarchy of needs theory. Not so comprehensive.

First, he is now going to do business, not seeking to make money to bring a sense of accomplishment. It is that he wants to obtain the status, power, and energy that matches the world's richest man! As the saying goes: Dapeng rises with the same wind in one day, soaring for ninety thousand miles!

This is the guarantee of enjoying life happily! Otherwise, how can such people care about his itinerary and make him feel that the world is full of goodwill?

He is still not really tasted the taste of power. After all, there are some restrictions in the country. It's different in capitalist countries. According to the books he read, men like to have power. A big husband must not be powerless for a day.

He did the same.

Second, when he went to do business, there was something called feelings that was driving him. He was in line with that netizen the other day. You said that China can't make a lithography machine, right? I'll make it for you! I'm trying to force, why not try it?

Therefore, his life goal may have to be changed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ needs to be divided into two lines, work and life.

Enjoying life happily, this is his idea. Hard work is also a reality that must be faced squarely.

Of course, he will work hard to reduce working hours.

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"Mr. Jing, your lunch is here." The beautiful and slender flight attendant carried the fragrance, and bent down to put the lunch on the table in front of Jing Gao.

A very simple lunch is noodles cooked with a bowl of instant noodles, plus eggs and meatballs. The side dishes are pickles and green beans.

"Thank you." Jing Gao's thoughts came back, smiled slightly, and said: "Can you add my WeChat?"

The beautiful stewardess was taken aback immediately. Because the normal grammar should be "Can you add your WeChat?" However, the top rich man who owns a private jet, he is so young, shouldn't it be right to say that?

The stewardess immediately blushed. This kind of invitation often means... I, I have a boyfriend. Take out her mobile phone from the uniform pocket of China Southern Airlines, scan the mobile phone on the dining table Jing Gao opened the QR code, and send out an application to add friends.

Jing Gao clicked through, and immediately turned her a ten thousand red envelope, and said, "Tip you. Thank you for your service."

The stewardess was relieved, and her heart was filled with unspeakable loss. She smiled gracefully and tenderly, "Mr. Jing, thank you."

After Jing Gao teased the beautiful stewardess, she was in a good mood and said, "Xiao Yi, sit down with me."

An Yi came over with a dinner plate. He ordered Western food: steak, pasta, champagne. Sitting opposite Jing Gao, "Brother Jing..."

Jing Gao said: "Next, I want to separate the relationship between Haiyi Group and Yinhe Group. Although I have some agreement with your mother not to involve you. But I will fight with her soon. So, I need to let you know. And let you choose whether to stay in Uber."