Rebirth Turn of the Century

Sitting in the reception vehicle, Wen Jing thought of that summer again.

"Zhao Song, what will you do when you have money in the future?"

The sun was so hot that it melted the asphalt on the road, making it more difficult to ride the dilapidated flatbed scooter, but he sat lazily on it, surrounded by hosts and monitors, and in front of him was the sweaty Zhao Song, who was standing He gritted his teeth and pedaled.

"rich?"

Zhao Song shook his head, and the crystal sweat splashed on the ground, and disappeared without a trace after a while, "I am rich, what is the car, I bought two private jets, take one for a walk, and turn on the air conditioner Drink Coke, and take a look at the stewardess' thighs."

"Private jet?" Wen Jing thought about it seriously, and then said disdainfully, "It seems that there are some in China. Since the projects you mentioned are so promising in the future, why are you still pursuing this?"

"Then 747." Zhao Song laughed loudly, "The lower floor can play table tennis, take a sauna bath, and the upper floor can have pedicures, SPA and sleep. The flight attendant must have a technician certification, and the kind with full skill points..."

"Oh~"

Boom~

In the distance, a faint sonic boom brought Wen Jing back to reality from her memory. She smiled wryly and shook her head—this was 2003, and that summer may never be found again.

Now, he really bought two planes, not a 747, but a more beautiful white swan in the sky, the Concorde.

Wen Jing looked out of the car window. At this time, her convoy had entered the airport expressway entrance smoothly.

She murmured and asked, "The sound just now, is that plane going supersonic?"

"It should be." Liu Yupeng spread his hands and smiled wryly, "It's strange to say that the big guy has taken off in the capital several times, but he didn't receive any complaints due to such a loud noise."

"That's Xiehe, the only two planes that will be left. As long as those things fly in the sky for a day, Tesla will be equivalent to making a huge advertisement to the world for a day!" Wen Jing gritted her teeth and said, "Beijing enterprises, capital people Airplanes, the people in the capital are proud, and it’s too late to complain, who will complain.”

Liu Yupeng curled his lips: "You are not from the capital."

"Oh?" Wen Jing turned her head unexpectedly, "Is Zhao Song's household registration still in the Jingjiyuan?"

"Well, I heard that during this period of time, because of his permanent residence, Dianhai fought with Pingchang, and even the Xiyang District secretly entrusted a lot of connections."

"Where are Jinmen and Beihe?" Wen Jing asked casually.

Liu Yupeng glanced at her vaguely, and replied: "Not only them, Zhao Song is a child of the oil field, as long as he moved with his parents, he has thought about all the places, Hei Province (Daqing), Liao Province (Liaohe), Beihe (Beihe) Eastern Hebei), Jinmen (Zhao’s mother, Dagang), Cangshi (father).”

"Boss oil~" Wen Jing sighed.

"That's not it." Liu Yupeng also sighed, "I've never seen the petroleum system be so enthusiastic with outsiders, like their own sons. They funded a state key laboratory with DK Research Institute, and within a few months a major As a result, I heard that many people were promoted for this.”

Wen Jing was surprised and asked, "What result?"

Liu Yupeng thought for a while, but said uncertainly: "It probably means that the Bohai Bay has 1 billion tons of oil reserves determined by supercomputers, but it is a pity that there are no technical conditions for exploitation in the short term." (Note)

"..."

Wen Jing was silent, and after a long time, she asked slowly: "Have you thought about it, are you going to deal with such a person?"

"We didn't want to deal with him." Liu Yupeng quickly cleared it up - it doesn't matter how well connected he is, and it doesn't matter if he is the richest man. Channel Privileges!

He eagerly explained: "Now the whole country is playing a game of chess, the economy is in charge...we..." Liu Yupeng pointed at Wen Jing, and emphasized, "We also include your father, who is short of money!"

"Heh~" Wen Jing shook her head with a smile, she was not worried about her father, it was just a good relationship if she died, but she didn't intend to refute, "The stock market is thundering?"

"It's all thunder!" Liu Yupeng said gloomyly. He is a Beijing official. Whether there is thunderstorm or not has nothing to do with him. , the state paid 1.3 billion in compensation.”

’ Delong series~”

Wen Jing sighed in her heart, and the ostentatious voice seemed to come from her ear again: "Wen Jing, look at this stock, this stock, this stock...and this stock, can you think of it? All these stocks It belongs to a company, is it awesome or not!?"

"Awesome! Hehe~"

Under Liu Yupeng's inexplicable gaze, Wen Jing suddenly laughed.

Zhao Song, what kind of monster are you? Did you see this day two years ago?

Afterwards, her gaze slowly became firm: "Then do it. If you fail, I will take the blame. If you succeed, I will take half of it!"

"No problem." Liu Yupeng immediately nodded and agreed, then hesitated, "But we have a problem."

"explain."

"Tesla's domestic executives have a big circle. If they are added, we have no confidence at all."

"So you picked a good time." Wen Jing said firmly, "Tesla's non-subjective secondary financing and listing, every share represents a huge loss, so for a while in the future, Tesla's first management, except for Zhao Song Besides, I will deal with those giant investment banks in the United States, and my people will watch them there."

"That's good." Liu Yupeng was obviously relieved. Thinking of those executives, he felt terrified. He didn't need to show them all, only Zhao Rong could make him a quail.

He said silently in his heart: 'We just want to fill the hole, we just want to fill the hole.

He knew that this was just a comfort in his heart. As long as someone came forward, he would definitely follow behind countless people who had thoughts in his heart. No one knew what the consequences would be. He was just a pawn, and he couldn't make any decisions. otherwise

No otherwise, because even if he could make a decision, he would still think so.

That was Zhao Song, who was really rich.

"However, before making a plan, I also have two questions, I hope you can answer me seriously."

Wen Jing said the word 'you'.

"You ask."

"Not counting the subsidiary company, how much money does he have personally?"

"I don't know." Liu Yupeng replied firmly, "No one knows except the high-level people."

"Okay." Wen Jing was not surprised, and finally asked casually, "Then there is one last question left:

I heard that at the beginning of the memory war, when it was reported that Intel abandoned the rambus standard in the United States, someone immediately organized and established a working group for investigation? "

Liu Yupeng nodded without hesitation and admitted that this matter had little to do with him anyway, and he replied with certainty: "That night, when Zhao Song was waiting for Chen Ning and Xingsheng at the Beijing University Boya Hotel, someone was staring at him. The group plan is also well done.”

"In what name?"

"Manipulate the market for huge profits!"

"..."

The convoy was driving smoothly on the airport expressway. At this time, it had passed the Fifth Ring Road. On the right was the Wangjing New District, which was undergoing construction. The former wasteland and dilapidated buildings had long since disappeared, replaced by tall buildings rising from the ground.

Wen Jing didn't have the slightest interest in appreciating the great changes in her hometown. She leaned tiredly on the seat and slowly closed her eyes.

In the corner of the eyes, a ray of crystal sparkles; in the ear, it seems that the self-satisfied voice comes again:

"Wen Jing, it would be great if the gold store was still there.

But it doesn't matter, I'll sell my computer well, and when it's Chinese New Year, if I spend 50,000 yuan to ask Aunt Wen to arrange it, I should be able to get the silver booth at the Temple of Earth Temple Fair.

At that time, one or two million a year will be no problem.

Too much money is not good. The 100 million to 200 million earned money is not our own at all. How good it is, five or six sets of two-bedroom apartments in the capital a year, and we will live wherever we want.

Wen Jing, let me tell you, wouldn't it be nice to have a private jet, take a different business class, and change to a different stewardess? "

"Wen Jing, you are Bai Fumei. If I can't get along in the future, I still hope that you can remember my kindness. You are... a retreat, a... haha... spare tire."

It turned out that I was the way out, and we were all the way out.

Or, a spare tire.

The words he said to himself were not unintentional at all, let alone showing off, it turned out that he was really looking for a spare tire.

However, is that true?

He wanted a gold shop, but was forced away by a group of speculators, and even took away his girlfriend;

He wanted to make an assembly machine, but was almost bankrupted by his peers.

So he had no choice but to make a brand machine by himself, and the owner of the mall fiddled with the spare parts.

He could only expand channels by himself, but he didn't expect to face the joint encirclement and suppression of the top five channel dealers in the country.

That night, he won, and even when he was sitting in the Jingda Boya Hotel waiting for someone, all he read were real estate magazines.

He just wants to buy a house. But he left the opportunity to his 'spare tires'.

Li Wei, the largest international trader of flowers.

Yuanyuan, who was fished out of the abyss by him, gave her the most suitable growth path for her background, the chief assistant to the president of Yituo Technology.

There is also the 'P' friend from the Technology and Business University who was entrusted by him to study abroad in Cambridge.

Bai Li, the boss of Yiren, is also the director of the largest advertising company in the country.

Hao Ying, an international singer and mysterious oriental princess, liked him.

Current girlfriend Li Linna, the president of LeTV, a rising star in internationally renowned fashion design, and a special designer for high-order mysterious auspicious clouds.

and myself

What he said to himself was his own opportunity, and he even cheated him of hundreds of millions in the hard disk project, it seemed that he was just cursing.

It's all because I used to be his girlfriend, and the informant text message that night was sent to Zhao Song by Lao Ba.

After a long time, Wen Jing opened her mouth with difficulty:

"How much money was involved in that memory war?"

Liu Yupeng stared at Wen Jing, his heart was surging, and he said, "Not counting the inventory of goods, the bank's internal statistics involve nearly 2.2 billion funds."

"It's enough, enough to drive some people crazy."

Wen Jing sat up straight, staring at Liu Yupeng, or the group of people behind him: "But you know what?

Shenzhou was supposed to be a derivative that he wanted to give away to save his life and wealth.

Tesla was supposed to go public in China, to give back to those who followed him and helped him, and then he slowly retreated behind the scenes and became his rich man with peace of mind. "

"..."

Liu Yupeng was dumbfounded.

"What is picking sesame seeds and losing watermelon? You are!"

"It's not us, it's another group of people!" Liu Yupeng blushed.

Wen Jing laughed at herself: "You, it's you, it's me, it's us, it's all the people who hit his attention."

"..."

"We forced him to get to where he is today."

"We forced him to expand his network step by step."

"It was we who forced him to pick up his dream (chip), and only toil on his one-acre three-point land.

He avoids us and does not touch real estate, finance, the stock market, and all traditional industries that can come into contact with us. "

Wen Jing continued with an unpredictable expression: "Now, he must know that someone will force him, so in order to prevent others from thinking of him, he will definitely distribute the money in the shortest possible time, or make a plan.

Therefore, our actions must be fast, so fast that he can't react in time, and it won't help if those executives come back so fast. "

At this time, Liu Yupeng didn't know what he was thinking, he seemed to have forgotten what Wen Jing said just now, nodded slowly, and asked solemnly: "He is as stable as a bastard, how can we hurry up?"

"If he is stable, it doesn't mean that his subordinates are also stable; if he is stable, it doesn't mean that some local governments will not advance aggressively today when the economy is in command; if he is stable, it doesn't mean that he has no shortcomings, and if he doesn't touch traditional industries, there may be fewer conflicts of interest. But his biggest failure is that as the richest man, he has not worked hard in controlling public opinion!"

"..."

Liu Yupeng secretly sighed, he really cheated Zhao Song once, and he is still alive and well!

"Let his most radical subordinates and the most aggressive government merge and collide, and when things are not cleared up in time, let public opinion intervene!"

Having said that, Wen Jing waved her hand fiercely.

Liu Yupeng nodded excitedly: "We plan ahead, and when the time comes, we will either use his private funds or use Tesla's secondary financing to clean up the mess..."

"Yes, all we want is money." Wen Jing nodded calmly, "He is the richest man, so he can have privileges, but he can't break the law, otherwise he will spend money to buy a way out."

Liu Yupeng laughed and said, "It's better to give him the privilege to spend money to get away."

Wen Jing spread her hands and said indifferently: "What does that matter, I have made money, and your holes have been filled."

"Yes, it doesn't matter." Liu Yupeng became more and more excited, "Xiao Jingjing, who is the target...?"

"Please call me Wen Jing." Wen Jing frowned.

"Okay, up to you." Liu Yupeng didn't care, looking at him expectantly.

"Unstable subordinates, everyone knows——Xu Liangying, although her greed and aggressiveness made her famous, the reason why she didn't capsize is because of Zhao Song's backing."

Liu Yupeng's eyes lit up.

"As for the aggressive local government," Wen Jing pointed to Liu Yupeng and said, "That's your business. Is it hard to find a traditional industry that Zhao Song has never touched, and it is related to Xu Liangying?"

"Steel!" (Note)

Accompanied by the resounding answer, the motorcade slowly stopped at Jingda Boya Hotel, a quiet and quiet place to stay.

Walking into the lobby, Wen Jing came to the side to rest alone, letting the bodyguards drive away other customers arrogantly and rudely.

"do you know?"

Wen Jing looked at the empty sofa opposite with blurred eyes, as if returning to that night, a young man was sitting on the sofa, excitedly watching various real estate advertisements.

"Actually, you are not a cow at all!

We are awesome!

We forced out the richest man in the world! "

…………

It's been said that if you're a woman's backup, then you're the backup.

If you're a backup for two women, you're still a backup.

If you are the spare tire of ten women...

Then, they are your spare tires.

...

Xu Liangying, president of Wuming Technology, deputy to the National People's Congress, member of the Standing Committee of the Beihe Provincial Political Consultative Conference, the National Federation of Industry and Commerce...

When Ms. Dong was still saving silently, Xu Liangying was already the most famous strong woman in the country.

She is different from Tesla executives. While those people are fighting fiercely with international giants, she has already slashed all over the country.

Wen Jing knew the story between him and Zhao Song.

But she didn't know whether it was intentional or not. When she recalled those women, she deliberately ignored this point—Xu Liangying was also a spare tire.

...

These, Zhao Song is not aware of now.

But even if he knew, he didn't care.

Money is the original sin.

What's more, the money comes to him.

He'd just stand in the sun, spread his hands, and put on a toothy smile, welcoming anyone who thought of him:

"Hello.

Welcome to 2003.

Top of the wave! "