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This time Zhao Jiadi returned to Beijing, Tian Tufei was missing, but Tian Tufei's master, Mr. Huang Fengtu, was added. The Bentley convertible could not seat a third person, and Zhao Jiadi did not have the shame to let the old man sit in such a car, and

He drove the Bentley himself, and asked Han Daode to pick a BMW 7 Series from the garage to drive the old man, who had left the mountaintop mansion for the first time in twenty years, to Beijing and arranged to live in a courtyard. The old man was very satisfied with the yard and officially moved in. Zhao

Jiadi planned to ask Wang Banjin to accompany the old man to visit the old alleys that had not been demolished. He would definitely not have time in the short term, so he asked Wang Banjin to spend his time on some crooked but not offensive tricks.

Banjin has been learning by analogy since he was a child. This time Zhao Jiadi re-examined the list and decided not to rush to deal with the two tougher bones in the front rows of AB, but to start with the list of C ranks. This was because he saw Mr. Huang in the hospital before going out.

When he was handed the towel after the punch, the old man said something similar to a boxing manual: "Doing things is like a beating, to shake a big enemy. You have to start slowly, and it will take a long time to see the success. Use your arms as hard as you can. Once you make a move, you will be defeated first."

At that moment, Zhao Jiadi almost had an epiphany. This was a wise saying. He kept it in mind and no longer rushed out. Instead, he returned to the house, overturned his original itinerary, and hatched a new plan, setting the next first target circle as

The financial person ranked lower in option c, Shen Xian, is a veteran figure in the financial capital circle, with profound skills. He is the oldest and rare full-time lecturer in the Graduate Department of the People's Bank of China, commonly known as Wudaokou, and is not a guest speaker.

A Sanxian-type figure, he once single-handedly cultivated a young genius who even impressed the big guys like Zhao Sanjin. His surname was Wu Mingfu. However, this weirdo had nothing to do with Qi Wufu. Zhao Jiadi had only heard about it.

, and the big broker Mou Ming used to like to compare Xiao Baliang with this weirdo who was already the youngest professor at Tsinghua University. Although Shen Xian was academically accomplished, his reputation was not great. Zhao Jiadi came to his door one evening according to the address in hand.

, the destination is in an inconspicuous alley, which is also a courtyard house, but it is crowded with three or four neighboring households, far worse than the big four-bedroom apartment purchased by Lafayette. Shen Xian is an old man in his sixties, wearing a pair of reading glasses.

Sitting behind the desk, holding a yellowed ancient book, the sea of ​​​​history was sinking. The person who greeted the guests was the legendary fierce warrior. He was young, and the biggest impression he had was that he was burly. Zhao Jiadi rarely saw anyone who could match Tian Tufei's physique.

A strong man. If he hadn't introduced himself politely, it would be impossible to connect this man with a professor from Tsinghua University. With his body type, even if he was said to be an underground black boxer, Zhao Jiadi would believe him. Zhao Jiadi came to visit this time and found a

A very small entry point is to ask Shen Xian if the worst happens to the situation, for example, if Zhao Sanjin has to stay in prison for more than ten years, whether Jinhai will fall apart. If the answer is yes, then how to deal with it?

If the answer is no, then how should the integration and restoration of Jinhai be started? Will Wang Houde's side use the nearly 100 billion desalination project to blackmail the emperor and the princes? Will Jinhai change its name and eventually fall into the hands of others? After more than 20 years of hard work,

, making wedding clothes for others.

But what is embarrassing is that the sixty-year-old academic turned a deaf ear to Zhao Jiadi's humbly asked for advice. There was only a slight sound of turning the book. Shen Xian had a little habit of getting a little saliva every time he turned the page. At this time, through A glance at the "self-motivated" younger generation from the frame shows that they insist on the three-no policy of "don't listen, don't ask, don't tell." This is even more lifeless than the second-generation red generation in the club on Chang'an Street like Mou Ming and others, and is better than a simple shut-down. After Zhao Jiadi finished speaking, he stood in the center of the study without being impatient and began to wait, competing for patience.

Half an hour.

One hour.

An hour and a half.

The Xiongkui man who was helping the teacher organize academic materials was about to leave. He smiled at Zhao Jiadi with friendly eyes and motioned to stay away. He seemed to want to teach him some tips. Zhao Jiadi responded with a grateful smile, but he didn't. Appreciating the situation, he finally spoke again, but his words were so far off topic that even the Tsinghua professor who was known in the circle to be indifferent to outside world affairs and only focus on side knowledge pricked up his ears: "Mr. Shen is the leader in chaos theory in China. Reader, there is a classic joke where you use the butt of an ancient Roman chariot two thousand years ago to determine the width of the rocket booster of a space shuttle two thousand years later, to demonstrate the branch concept of 'path dependence' in a chaotic system. It is talked about by the outside world, but I checked the information and found that the rocket booster is not 4 points 72 feet."

Shen Xian said in a confused tone, holding the book, and for the first time his eyes were all on Zhao Jiadi. He did not explain or refute, but asked in a cold tone: "Is this the information you found temporarily?"

Zhao Jiadi shook his head and said: "I liked to read a book called "The Golden Rule" in high school. This book was mentioned, so I went to check it out."

Shen Xian sneered, took off his glasses, and continued to flip through the book. He just said: "Wu Fu, give him the giant dynamic system paper on the Beijing weather model that I haven't corrected yet. It's about 15,000 words. Give it to him." Wait for forty minutes to see if he can understand. If he doesn't understand, he won't see him off. Pretending to understand is more shameful than not understanding at all. If by chance he understands carelessly, bring him a cup of tea. .”

The man shook his head and smiled bitterly, took out a paper and handed it to Zhao Jiadi. He thought that Zhao Jiadi was going to say goodbye in a sensible way, but he never thought that instead of shrinking back in shame, this guy asked him for paper and pen, and just stood there reading and writing. , At first, the young professor, who was half a head taller than Zhao Jiadi, stood behind him. He was a little worried that this young man with a good first impression would be a master of his own tricks, but soon his eyes lit up and he nodded frequently. Thirty minutes later, He smiled and handed the paper to the teacher along with a piece of paper filled with dense formulas and comments, and said softly that it was at a level that would allow you to give him a grade. Shen Xian was dubious, put down the book, put on his glasses again, let out a slight sigh, and quickly He calmed down his disapproving expression and began to concentrate. What a smart little guy. No wonder newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. The thing on this paper is not something that can fool him by hearing some superficial terms such as initial condition sensitivity or Rogerian mapping. , there are a large number of differential equations that are very sticky to the thesis and carefully set threshold conditions one by one. This level is still far behind the protégé in front of me, but the distance is not too big. The difference between the two is not talent, but It was just a matter of time for his butt to be nailed to the bench to do some learning. Shen Xian was shocked in his heart, but his expression remained as usual. He looked at it carefully for more than ten minutes, put it down, and said calmly: "Quick. Wufu, move a chair and bring him a cup of tea."

Zhao Jiadi took the tea cup and felt relieved after sitting down. This time he was lucky, mostly because he had a good foundation, and partly because he spent half a day studying Shen Xian's two chaos theory papers before the visit. The accumulation and accumulation over time A sudden flash of luck is indispensable in exchange for thin hair after a lot of accumulation. Shen Xian has an unknown identity. He is a pivotal member of Jinhai Industrial's huge think tank and has influenced Jinhai's senior management to a considerable extent. Decision-making is also one of the few people who provide trend forecasts in the economic field without Zhao Taizu's signature gift of one or several BMW cars. All he wants is the investment project of the Jinhai Industrial System, because the old man has been using this as a research direction. Zhao Taizu and The old scholar, whose friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, had a verbal agreement, and he could only wait until the day when he truly retired from the position of president and chairman before this academic monograph could be published, so the old man often laughed at Wufu or Wufu about this Zhao Taizu He just refused to suffer. God knows whether he, an old man in his seventies, died first or whether Zhao Taizu, who was in his prime, abdicated. Shen Xian looked at this young man seriously. At first, he thought he was a dandy with a little ink who liked to talk. , looking back, I felt a different meaning. No wonder Zhao Taizu always boasted that he had a son who was very good at reading. Today I personally verified that even if there is a little or two of water, it is not easy. The old man's tone is much more relaxed, and there is With a rare smile on his face, he said softly: "The questions you asked are too general and are a grand proposition. I can give you my answer, but it will take a while. Zhao Jiadi, if you can trust me, I will let Wufu do it for you." This assessment is efficient and more accurate than mine. How about it?"

Zhao Jiadi said without hesitation: "Okay."

There was no hesitation, he made decisions immediately, and won the favor of scholar Shen Xian.

After Zhao Jiadi finished drinking tea, he took the initiative to say goodbye. He was about to go to the next target's place for a banquet. Whether it was a Hongmen banquet or a closed door, it was hard to say. When Zhao Jiadi left, Shen Xian took off his glasses, lowered his head to wipe them, and said to himself : "Whether someone can be better than someone who is blue has not yet been revealed, but at least it is not an embroidered pillow. Just standing motionless for an hour and a half without being annoyed or angry or arrogant or impetuous is an excellent cultivation. Jinhai is rich in elites. The Zhao family, the headquarters of Jinhai, is even more like a tiger and a wolf. Wufu, if you pay more attention to this assessment, it will be beneficial to both public and private interests. The worst thing is to form a good relationship that can make you acquaintance in the future. Do it Learning requires hard work, and the more you die, the better, but as a person, it is not a bad thing to be more flexible and not involve issues of principle. If you become a scholar and your family is destitute, and your family is in poverty together, that is not called learning, it is called evil. What are you laughing at? Don’t laugh, I’m just telling you!”

The majestic man who was smiling innocently immediately stopped smiling, scratched his head and said, "But I don't have a father, a mother, a wife and children, so I can't commit any crime even if I want to."

Old Shen was so angry that he threw a book over to wake up his most proud disciple, but he didn't let go of it. He couldn't let go of the book, and he didn't let go of the student either. He blew his beard and glared, waving his hand and saying: "Go, go, do your evaluation!"

Wu Fu left with a smile while holding a stack of documents.

After leaving the door, he miraculously found that the young man with the same weird name as him had not gone far, as if he was waiting for him. He walked up to him in confusion and said with a smile: "Is there anything else to explain? Don't worry, I will come." Do an assessment?”

Zhao Jiadi handed him a piece of paper with his phone number written on it, and said with a smile: "I forgot to give you my contact information. I'm sorry to ask you to come to me when the time comes. If you are too big, you will be punished by God. It’s not worth it to accidentally end up being jealous of a talented person all day long.”

Wu Fu laughed and accepted it.

The two guys, who are not very different in age, don't talk much, but they seem to get along quite well.

Zhao Jiadi didn't take the initiative to send this talented person who was already a professor at Tsinghua University. Being too diligent and too aggressive would be unsightly. Of course, an important reason is that the Bentley convertible only has two seats, so Han Daode, who is a diligent old scalper, should get out of here. , Zhao Jiadi really couldn't do it. In the end, Wu Fu watched Zhao Jiadi get into the car and leave. Zhao Jiadi did not look back, but began to repeatedly recall in his mind the relationship between Shen Xian and Wu Fu's master and apprentice after entering the yard. All the movements of the two people did not miss even the eye contact. This assessment seems to be a paper article written by a scholar, but it is very important and will directly affect all future layouts. I have studied it with Mr. Shen for more than 20 years. There is a principle in chaos theory. A slight difference in the starting point will lead to a huge difference in the end point. Sitting in the car, Zhao Jiadi, who was in a good mood, talked to Han Daode about the conclusion that flattery determines modern civilization. Han Daode taught himself The things he said had a strong utilitarian flavor, and he was relatively unfamiliar with such things that could not make money quickly, so he was surprised to hear them. The dinner was held at a little-known private restaurant that was only open to members. What Zhao Jiadi wanted to see was the list. Zhou Zhangmu, who is on the c rank, is on the surface the founder of a quasi-first-tier real estate company in Beijing. What is really intimidating is his other famous past identity. Zhou Ruishi, one of the fierce generals under the command of the Northeast underworld Zhao Yan, is nicknamed Rui. Soldiers, because during the Warring States Period Xunzi once said, "The martial arts of Qi cannot meet the warriors of the Wei family, and the warriors of the Wei family cannot meet the warriors of Qin." Zhou Zhangmu had a dog-headed military counselor who was very eloquent, and he was forced to create it. It was such an impressive nickname, and Zhou Zhangmu was not sorry for this name. He dared to fight and charge, and step by step he became the number one gangster in a prefecture-level city from a low-level gangster wielding a razor blade, and then climbed up to the top in a bloody way. Zhao Sanjin held the position of a trusted general until Zhao Sanjin left the Northeast. He continued to stay in Heilongjiang for several years, bullying men and women, and acting lawless. Zhao Sanjin persuaded him to take root in Beijing, where he started a real estate business, made a lot of money, married a wife and had children. , but after changing his career to become a businessman, his behavior was still reckless and arrogant. Zhao Sanjin once wiped his butt and almost killed the two hundred and fifty. He kicked him to the ground on the spot and yelled at your mother. If you hadn't sold your life to me, you would be like this. Virtue, you have sold your ass a long time ago. Zhou Zhangmu finally restrained himself and was not angry at all. Every time his buddies at the party mentioned this, instead of being angry, he was rather complacent. He patted his chest and said, "Don't be so fucking envious. Zhao Yanwang" I kicked you? I am called a confidant, do you understand? You are a bunch of illiterate people who don’t study well!

But when Zhao Jiadi met Zhou Zhangmu for the first time, he couldn't laugh or cry. In the elegant room of the private restaurant, Zhou Zhangmu not only came, but also his wife and children gathered together. The family of three was enjoying themselves happily.

Zhao Jiadi was not stupid. He kept all the serious matters in his stomach without mentioning a word. He just reminisced about old times. He didn't have the heart to drink or smoke because there were teenage children around and second-hand smoke was not good. He just listened to some When Zhou Zhangmu got drunk, he talked about how the underworld was so domineering in the three northeastern provinces. Zhao Jiadi echoed it wittily, occasionally chatting with Zhou Zhangmu's daughter about study matters, and briefly teaching some very practical skills. This made Zhou Zhangmu's beautiful and worried wife smile and start chatting. In the end, Zhou Zhangmu couldn't get a word in at all. It was his wife who was asking the big boss's son for advice and learning experience for the family's baby. Zhou Zhangmu racked his brains and tried his best. It’s easy to remember a certain best friend who, ten years ago, had strong muscles and was as smooth as chopping melons and vegetables, but now he is as fat as him. I mentioned that the boss’s eldest son was hard-pressed, but he was very good at reading. Just like the boss who kills his opponent instantly, Zhou Zhangmu finally got a chance to intervene. His wife became even happier when he heard this, and his daughter also looked adoring. This dinner, which was supposed to end on bad terms, turned out to be unexpected. Harmony, there was no silence from beginning to end. In the end, Zhou Zhangmu couldn't stop his wife from inviting Zhao Jiadi to their home when he was free. In fact, Chairman Zhou, who used to be an unstoppable underworld fighter and now a manipulator in shopping malls, didn't want to Go and stop it.

Zhao Jiadi was the first to leave, agreeing to be a guest as soon as he had time, and also to tutor Zhou Zhangmu's daughter in her homework.

The girl was ignorant and naive, and was a little reluctant to give up, but she focused more on the food. Zhou Zhangmu stretched out his hand. His wife, who restricted him from smoking every day, did not complain today, and handed the cigarette and lighter to her husband happily. Zhou Zhangmu changed the one

He put the chair some distance away from his daughter's seat and lit a cigarette. Although he had gained dozens of pounds and his beer belly was getting bigger, his physique was there. He looked very majestic when he was silent. This man was puffing away smoke.

, the smoke filled the air, covering his face that only looked fierce outside, blurring it.

He said softly: "Honey, for you and Jiajia this time, I owe the boss a favor, and I also owe this smart young man a favor. If there is a next time, don't stop me."

Zhou Zhangmu's wife nodded slowly. Surprisingly, there was no struggle from a woman's mind, nor was there any complaint from a married woman.

After leaving the private restaurant, Zhao Jiadi glanced at the busy street and smiled softly. He was still some distance away from the car, just enough to smoke a cigarette. Then he had to rush to the next place. He thought of Huang Fangfei's life not long ago.

He kept making comments, and he finally felt the same way. He slowed down, threw away his cigarette butt before getting in the car, and after thinking about it, he suddenly remembered the woman who had sent him a text message saying "The sun will rise tomorrow". He thought of the second official meeting.

In the scene of the meeting, Zhao Jiadi still picked up the cigarette butts, found a trash can and threw it in, got in the car, and told Han Daode to go to the Qingding Club in Chaoyang District. Han Daode saw that the young master was in a good mood, so he laughed and said: This is

This is a big gold sales cave. In recent years, only Tiantianrenjian, which is famous but not very profitable, has collapsed. It is Qingding's golden sign that is the best. Why is Zhao Jiadi so angry? He can't control the bird in his crotch?

It's okay. You can go there by yourself later. I'll reimburse you for as many as you can get. Han Daode chuckled and said, "How can I do that? Business is important. Women are the best for me. If I don't have them, they won't be that big."

You can work on your own if you work with both hands. Zhao Jia, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was speechless for the first time. The elderly uncle couldn't do anything in bed, and he was very good at talking. Han Daode said seriously.

By the way, this time I'm going to meet a businessman, why don't you drive a Mercedes-Benz? Zhao Jiadi couldn't help but roll his eyes and said, "You have a Beijing G6 car parked outside the Qingding Club. How ridiculous is that?" Han Daode slapped himself.

With a strong mouth, he cursed an idiot. Zhao Jiadi joked and said, Han Daode, Han Daode, you are only in your early thirties, don’t be an old fool. Han Daode’s eyes were hard and sharp, and he shook his head and said, at least Han Daode is still retired.

There have been twenty years. During this period, mistakes have been made. Young master, you can beat and scold you, let alone talk back. Even if you have a complaint in your heart, it is not your mother's fault. Zhao Jia laughed it off and talked to the uncle.

Don't take it seriously, because this guy is already paranoid and crazy enough.

There are not many parking spaces outside the Qingding Club. There is only one row, about ten or so spaces. They are all reserved for luxury cars and good cars. The price of Zhao Jiadi's car is not scary, but it is definitely rare enough. This is true for a certain famous brand.

There are only six limited-edition sports cars in the world, but there are seven in China. It is very eccentric in China. It happens to be very popular for this nightclub. The security immediately removed the obstacles, so that this car may not be available for another year or two.

The convertible Bentley sold in China drove into the parking space. Facing Zhou Zhangmu's family of three, Zhao Jiadi showed off his temper this time and sat in the car and called a man named Cheng Qingzhu.

He hung up the phone, and soon a middle-aged fat man, who was surrounded by several club executives, walked out of the club door. His name was Qingzhu, but he was a fat man. Fortunately, he was white and tender, not too bloated, and he could still carry wind when he walked.

, overall it belongs to the category of smiling, quite cute, I guess he was a fair little fat guy who had no shortage of women's popularity when he was a child. When Zhao Jiadi and Han Daode got out of the car together, the fat guy just rolled his eyes, walked straight over and held his hand.

Zhao Jiadi shook his hands vigorously, and his face was full of smiles, but he cleverly revealed the respectfulness that could be noticed by the other party, and he said politely: "Young Master, I have expected you to come here, but I am not qualified.

Go to the Zhao family mansion, otherwise I would have gotten close to you. Today, Lao Cheng is bold enough to be a host on this three-quarter acre of land. If the young master doesn’t have a good time, Lao Cheng will drink himself into the hospital!"

This flattery really spared no effort. Han Daode was a little impressed. He was even more shameless than him. He was a master among his peers.

The fat man held Zhao Jiadi's hand and couldn't bear to let go. He walked into the club with nondescript postures. The middle and senior managers of the nightclub behind the fat man who were looking high above their heads were shocked. They looked at each other in bewilderment.

Who is this young Bodhisattva? He can actually work for the number one leader of the club, "Cheng Maitreya". Qingding is a big deal, and no one can swallow it all. In fact, this club, one of the best in Beijing, is as powerful as a Pixiu in attracting money. There are as many as 8

There are several controlling shareholders, each with a more mysterious background than the last, but the largest shareholder is undoubtedly Cheng Miele. Qingding has been open for more than four years, and this giant Buddha has only come to the club a handful of times. This fat man lives in the most expensive villa in Beijing, but he drives

The car is a mid-range SUV, and the license plate is ordinary. If he didn't have two to three capable bodyguards every time he travels, no one would take this friendly-looking fat man seriously. The year before last, Cheng Miele had a "private interview"

, walked into the club alone, dissatisfied with the service, and had a conflict with a low-level marketing manager who had his nose in the sky just because he was working in Qingding. The fat man looked harmless and easy to bully and made a phone call. More than thirty middle-aged people in Qingding

All the senior management were ordered to gather in front of him and line up in a row. Everyone received a harsh slap from him. The corners of the mouths of several thin and thin people were bleeding, but none of them dared to express their anger. The one with wide eyes

Looking at this scene, the salesperson even wanted to die, but the ending was twists and turns and full of drama. Cheng Miele just patted the salesperson on the shoulder and said with a smile, I owe you these thirty-two slaps, I will give you one year.

, if the performance is not among the top three, I will ask your bosses to come back to you one by one. From that day on, the little marketer will work hard to run the business, and he will be a grandson more than a grandson, regardless of whether he is his direct customer or not.

, as long as he entered the club, he would definitely be more godly than God in serving him. Within ten months, he had become the absolute number one in performance. Cheng Miele did not show up, but someone gave him a red envelope and a Mercedes Benz SL.

This is a well-deserved good talk in the industry. In the middle of last year, the salesperson completely jumped out of the dragon gate and went to another newly opened place by Cheng Miele as the general manager. The business was booming. Rumor has it that this guy has a long list of ladies.

horrible.

The fat man asked Zhao Jiadi boldly if he was drinking or playing with women. What kind of wine was Lafite, which was the favorite of the local gangster? There were 82 and 85. I guess you don’t like it, but it doesn’t matter. There are some in the club’s wine cellar.

There are several available ones. You want to drink them. A bottle of each type will be brought up later. The fat man then smiled a little more playfully. He said that there are real OL women here, including teachers, nurses, and flight attendants.

It's not pretending. Japanese girls in kimonos, Russian horses, mixed-race boys, etc., everything is available. The rules are still the same. As long as the young master wants, he can come with one of each type. At worst, they will enter the *** box on the top floor.

, if nothing happens, let them play with each other and polish the mirror, which is not interesting.

Zhao Jiadi thought that this sensuality was too much. It seemed that he was really a country bumpkin. Naturally, he refused to go to the top floor to stage a lively and spicy sausage fight. Cheng Miele was not surprised, so he brought Zhao Jiadi there.

The brightly lit bar hall on the first floor did not deliberately ask for a private box, but chose a spacious location with the best career prospects. The fat man Cheng Miele, the real owner Zhao Jiadi, and the errand boy Han Daode occupied the space.

The feng shui treasure land that can accommodate a dozen animals, plus a table with a steady stream of drinks, is very eye-catching. Some women nearby dressed in coquettish and clearly out to "hunt" are ready to move. Unfortunately, there are two people with the bar standing near the seats.

The burly bodyguard who seemed out of place made them temporarily give up the idea of ​​striking up a conversation.

Drink first, talk later.

Zhao Jiadi was very good at Dragon Crossing the River, and Cheng Miele had no reason not to sacrifice his life to accompany the prince. The two of them quickly drank two bottles of red wine. Judging from the label, one bottle probably came directly from the Romanée-Conti winery because it was labeled with the word monopole.

, although the other Romanee-Conti red wines are also top-notch, in the eyes of experts, the difference is still very big, just like the difference between West Lake Longjing and Qiantang Longjing. Zhao Jiadi, who can only be considered ignorant about wine, cannot recognize the other bottle.

Out of it, the reason why she knew Romanee-Conti was because of her ponytail. Her favorite winery was this brand, and as a "nouveau riche man" who wanted to prepare a private wine cellar for her, how many people did Zhao Jia have?
To be continued...