Reborn Nobility

Chapter 157: Using China as a chess game

Therefore, he did not make excuses, nor was he too humble. He just said calmly: "Everything is fine. There is nothing needed, so be it."

Huang Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Then I'll take my leave first. If there's anything you need, we'll definitely meet it."

Then he gently closed the door and exited.

Several other young masters who accompanied Cao Haoxuan to pick up Xia Xiaoluo saw that they had completed their performance tasks, and they also stood up and left. They did not dare to delay the conversation between the two masters, and they also knew that there was another arrangement for the evening, and they would not attend until then.

It is not too late to express admiration and friendship.

Er Gouzi and Qu Xiaoyuan found that the mattress seemed to be very elastic, and they jumped up and down on the bed with great interest, competing to see who could bounce higher. They kept exclaiming and praising, and ran to the bathroom and balcony to look around.

, with a look of ignorance on his face.

This made Chen Dong feel very contemptuous. He thought to himself that he came from a small county town and was making such a fuss. However, it was also the first time for him to stay in such a high-end hotel. He unconsciously stroked the soft and dry sheets with his hands and smiled with satisfaction.

Xia Xiaoluo was very curious about Huang Zhuo, whom he had just met, and asked: "What does Huang Zhuo do? How do you know each other?"

In fact, Xia Xiaoluo knew everything about Huang Zhuo's family business. The latter question, what kind of relationship between Huang Zhuo and the Cao family, was the core of his problem.

But according to common sense, when he met Huang Zhuo for the first time, he must first get to know this person, and then understand the relationship between Huang Zhuo and the Cao family. Therefore, he had to pretend to be ignorant to cover up the huge secret of his rebirth.

Cao Haoxuan said: "He is an overseas Chinese from Indonesia. They invested in this Royal Hotel. His father is one of the richest men in Indonesia, named Huang Hongnian."

Xia Xiaoluo nodded slightly and thought to himself, I remembered correctly. Cao Haoxuan smiled and said: "I have nothing to do with him, and he has nothing to do with my family. It's just that he knows my cousin Cao Albert."

Xia Xiaoluo took a sip of the fine Hangzhou Longjing tea brewed by the waiter. It felt sweet and fragrant, and he couldn't help but smack his lips with enjoyment.

The Dragon Well at the Palace Hotel is not an ordinary Dragon Well, but a unique product produced in Shifeng, Hangzhou. It is a type of fried green tea, which is famous for its four unique characteristics: "green color, rich aroma, mellow taste and beautiful shape".

Good tea also needs good water. "Longjing tea, Hupao water" is collectively known as the two wonders of Hangzhou. Hupao water contains more organic nitrogen compounds and less soluble minerals, which is more conducive to the aroma and taste of Longjing tea.

play.

The tea in the Wangfu Hotel is truly transported from the Hupao Spring in the side courtyard of the Huipao Temple (commonly known as the Hupao Temple) under the Baihe Peak in Daci Mountain, southwest of Hangzhou City, Zhejiang Province. Don’t underestimate this glass of water, which costs thousands.

Yuan.

Xia Xiaoluo glanced at the glass cup in his hand and saw the tea leaves gradually stretching out in the cup, floating up and down with flags and shots. The bright green color of the soup was vivid in his eyes. Watching it carefully, it can really be said to be a kind of artistic enjoyment.

Cao Haoxuan said: "My cousin and I were both studying at No. 26 Middle School in Beijing. Of course, my cousin Cao Weiye, my uncle's son, had graduated a long time ago. Huang Zhuo and my cousin Cao Weiye were then

We were classmates. Later, my cousin studied at Beijing University of Finance and Economics, and he went to Renmin University to study philosophy. The two have always had a good relationship."

Xia Xiaoluo couldn't help being slightly stunned when he heard this, then nodded slightly and thought to himself, Huang Hongnian has always been known for his accurate grasp of China's political and macro-economic situation. From this, it seems that this person is indeed extraordinary.

No. 26 Middle School in Beijing is basically a gathering place for Chinese dignitaries. If you try your best to place your son in No. 26 Middle School in Beijing so early, you can naturally form strong interpersonal relationships with these powerful people. The friendship between classmates is hard to buy.

He is truly a business genius, and he has a thorough understanding of China's love and society.

Seeing Xia Xiaoluo nod slightly, Cao Haoxuan chuckled and said, "Brother, what are you thinking about?"

Xia Xiaoluo said slowly: "The so-called person who does not plan for the whole life is not enough to plan for a moment, and whoever does not plan for the overall situation is not enough to plan for a region. Huang Hongnian can be said to be one step in chess and three steps in thinking. He is very far-sighted, and with the whole of China

He laid out the chessboard in advance, and his vision is very impressive both in terms of height and breadth.”

When Cao Haoxuan heard what he said, he couldn't help but tremble slightly. He looked at Xia Xiaoluo with disbelief. He suddenly remembered that a few days ago, when he and Cao Albert were chatting, Cao Haoxuan also said that he was exactly the same as Xia Xiaoluo.

It's word for word.

Watching Xia Xiaoluo calmly sipping the tea, he thought to himself, this person is simply a heavenly being, he is really extremely smart and has talents from all over the world.

His cousin Cao Weiye runs a giant state-owned enterprise and has contacts with the Huang family. With a certain understanding, his evaluation of the Huang family is acceptable. However, Xia Xiaoluo lives in a small county town and has the world in his heart. Not only can he see it, but he can also see it.

It’s even harder to get it right.

Because of this, he thought that Xia Xiaoluo would definitely make a big difference in the business field, which further strengthened his idea of ​​introducing Xia Xiaoluo into the circles of powerful Chinese people and wealthy businessmen.

While thinking about it, Xia Xiaoluo looked at Cao Haoxuan with some confusion and asked, "Why don't you go to class?"

Cao Haoxuan smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if you miss one or two sections."

Xia Xiaoluo secretly cursed himself for being stupid. For a dandy like him, studying and studying are all based on his own consciousness. Which teacher in the school dares to say more?

Moreover, Cao Haoxuan's grades are not bad. He is originally very talented, but he usually participates in various social activities, which distracts him a little more, and his grades are above average. However, it is still very difficult to get into Tsinghua and Peking University in a place like the capital.

Normally, learning is nothing to worry about at all.

Xia Xiaoluo thought to himself that Chen Chaoqun, the editor-in-chief of "Spark" magazine, had been eager to see the long manuscript of "Fantasy City" and he had to get it out as soon as possible. He was very anxious and wanted to take advantage of the rare silence to get the manuscript out.

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Xia Xiaoluo remembered something, pulled a snakeskin bag over and said, "Young Master Cao, this is the red rice that the old man wants!"

"Red rice? Can you really still find this thing?"

Mr. Cao Pingchuan participated in the Anti-Japanese War and exchanged fire with the Japanese army in the Tailing area of ​​Central Plains Province. He killed more than 200 enemies with 20 rifles and seized more than 10 loads of red rice from the enemy. At that time, he was still a red kid and only ate

It's a bowl, but it's sweet and not greasy in the mouth. I can't forget it to this day.

However, after liberation, with the advancement of science and technology, this low-yielding and difficult-to-grow red rice was gradually eliminated, and farmers no longer planted it. He also asked people to inquire several times, and they all said that this species was probably extinct, so he decided to continue planting it.

I can't eat anymore.

Only at family gatherings, when the guard brought a bowl of white rice, he couldn't help but sigh: "The red rice I ate in 40 years was so delicious! It's a pity that I can't eat it now~~~~"

The word "了" must have been drawn out for a long time, and the words contained infinite regret and nostalgia.

Cao Haoxuan has always admired and been very filial to his grandfather Cao Pingchuan. When exchanging letters with Xia Xiaoluo, he casually mentioned that he didn’t know if the red rice from Tail Ridge was still available and that his grandfather loved to eat it.

Xia Xiaoluo paid attention. Before leaving, he dragged his newly recovered body and walked the entire thirty-mile mountain road in Tail Ridge. Finally, he found only two bags left by an old farmer in an inaccessible mountain nest.

of red rice.

The old farmer refused to give him life or death, saying that he would leave it to his grandson. Although this food is not easy to grow, it is very nourishing. Xia Xiaoluo gave him three thousand yuan before he gave Xia Xiaoluo half a bag. Although the old farmer was stupid, but

We also know that three thousand yuan is much larger than a bag of red millet. With three thousand yuan, how much chicken, duck, and fish can you buy? Why don’t you raise your beloved grandchildren until they are fat and white?

Before leaving, he told the old farmer that he must grow this red rice, and I will buy it next year. I will give you three thousand yuan for a bag, and I will give you as much as you want.

He also told the old farmer that the red millet was for Mr. Cao Pingchuan. The old farmer was very excited when he heard that and insisted on returning the three thousand yuan. He also asked Xia Xiaoluo to send a message to Mr. Cao, saying: "My father was killed by the Japanese."

Even if the young man was captured, it was Mr. Cao who saved him and allowed him to eat with all his heart. Next year he will plant all the fields with red millet."

Xia Xiaoluo saw that he was speaking sincerely, which was in sharp contrast to his refusal to sell just now, so he deliberately teased him and said: "Master, you must give the money, three thousand, every penny is a lot."

The old farmer became more serious and said, "You look down on me, the villagers in Tailling, too much, right? Ah...? Are I so stingy? I can't bear to part with even a few bags of rice?"

Xia Xiaoluo couldn't help but smile, and the old farmer said simply: "Three thousand is too much, just give me three hundred."

After Xia Xiaoluo left, the old farmer took 3,000 yuan and was very proud of himself for a long time. He said to everyone he met: "Last year I planted red millet and everyone laughed at me. They said I was stupid. Now you are dumbfounded! The corn you planted is threshing.

Corn flour is used to feed pigs! My red rice was eaten by Cao Pingchuan! Do you know what it was called in ancient times? It is a tribute! It is a tribute!!!"

It made a group of young people jealous.

Cao Haoxuan opened the bag and held a handful of red millet in his hand. He saw that the red millet was crystal clear, exuding a red and moist brilliance, and the color was gorgeous. When he put it to his nose and smelled it, he felt a unique aroma of grains.

The fragrance of Ruowu is refreshing.

Cao Haoxuan held Xia Xiaoluo's hand gratefully and said, "Thank you, thank you, it can be regarded as fulfilling grandpa's wish."

Xia Xiaoluo said that there was nothing worthless, but in fact he felt that it was very cheating. He had spent a lot of effort on it. Damn it, my legs were almost broken.

Building relationships is really not an easy job.

Cao Haoxuan left happily with the red rice, and asked Xia Xiaoluo to have a good rest. He also left the address of the cocktail party in the evening, so that Xia Xiaoluo must go there.