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　　 On the first day of the New Year, Xiao Yunhai and Zhao Wanqing went outside to make a lot of money to pay New Year greetings to the seniors.

　　

　　 On the second day of the new year, the family came to Feicheng.

　　

　　Chen Jiahong was very happy, and hugged Jinyu for a while, and amused the two children giggling.

　　

　　While eating, Xiao Yunhai asked, "Grandpa, when does your martial arts school start? Have all the students found it?"

　　

When talking about the martial arts school, Chen Jiahong suddenly beamed his eyes and said excitedly: "School will start after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. I ran dozens of orphanages in one go, and personally selected more than 600 children. They are mine. The first batch of students."

　　

　　 "Where is the teacher? Have you invited them all?"

　　

"Of course. Kungfu is taught by me, Mengfang, and your older brothers. I asked your uncle to hire a lot of good teachers for cultural classes. I believe it will be no problem. My goal is to train these children. To be a social pillar of both civil and military."

　　

　　 Xiao Yunhai gave Chen Jiahong a thumbs up, and said, "Grandpa, you are really amazing. This is a good thing with immense merit."

　　

　　 Liang Jiahong smiled and said, "Thanks to you, a tycoon. This school does not charge tuition. It is purely a loss. Without you, I would not be able to build it."

　　

Xiao Yunhai chuckled and said, "Look at what you said, your grandson is short of everything now, that is, you are not short of money. The cost of the school for a year is the highest, which is 20 million, which is not enough for me to make a day. Wait. These children are all grown up, so let them go to work in my company.

　　

　　 Liang Jiahong nodded, picked up the wine glass, touched Xiao Yunhai, and drank it all.

　　

　　 On the fourth day of the first lunar month, Xiao Yunhai returned to Yanjing alone to attend the China Government Work Conference.

　　

　　 During the group discussion, Xiao Yunhai met Zhang Xuanlin, the president of the Literature Association.

　　

　　 Seeing Xiao Yunhai, Zhang Xuanlin showed a smile on the wrinkled face, took the initiative to shake hands with Xiao Yunhai, and said: "Mr. Xiao, I want to thank you on behalf of our Chinese literature and art circles."

　　

　　At the literary and art awards ceremony, Xiao Yunhai and Zhang Xuanlin discussed that he would pay for the money, and the Literary Association would contribute to holding a Chinese Literature Grand Prix every year.

　　

Less than three days after the ceremony, Xiao Yunhai asked him to give a bank check to Zhang Xuanlin. As a bonus for the 2004 Literary Grand Prix, Zhang Xuanlin was very moved by this and kept talking to Xiao Yunhai on the phone. thank.

　　

Nowadays, the Grand Prix has already begun. With the stimulation of money, the Chinese folks have quickly set off a literary craze. After a few months, the literature association has received various forms of works, although most of the works are Very general, but there are also a small number of very good, comparable to well-known writers.

　　

　　 Xiao Yunhai smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, you have said this thank you countless times, and my ears are annoying. How about this Grand Prix? Are there any good works out there?"

　　

Zhang Xuanlin laughed and said, "I can only say that the masters are among the folks. I haven't noticed it in normal times. Now that they have been excavated, many genius writers have been buried. The things they wrote are really admirable. ."

　　

Wang Huatao, who came over with Zhang Xuanlin, said: "Yes. The one who impressed me the most was an author named Cang Hai Yueming who wrote an essay, a poem, and a short story. Good guy, if you put them At last year’s awards ceremony, these three articles could at least win two third prizes and one second prize."

　　

　　 Xiao Yunhai said, "How old is this bull? It's so amazing."

　　

　　 Xiao Yunhai copied the classic works from previous lives, and he relied on his own true talents. The difference between the two is tens of thousands of miles, and it is definitely an existence that Xiao Yunhai can't reach.

　　

　　 Zhang Xuanlin smiled bitterly: "I'm only 18 years old and haven't taken the college entrance examination."

　　

The boss with an open mouth, Xiao Yunhai's eyes were almost protruding, and said, "Teacher Zhang, you are not kidding. At the age of eighteen, this is simply a genius among geniuses. If you have a good teacher, then this guy. I can't fly into the sky."

　　

　　 Wang Huatao snorted, and said, "Some people have thick-skinned people, using their positions, they found the child early and accepted him as a student. At the same time, he was admitted to the Department of Literature of Beijing University."

　　

Zhang Xuanlin said triumphantly: "This is called the first to be strong. The child's name is Cheng Yu, from the countryside, and he likes traditional Chinese literature since he was a child. No matter the major test, the Chinese will always get full marks. I read what he wrote. The composition is indeed very beautiful. It's just that his other classes are not good. Mathematics, physics, and chemistry have never passed."

　　

　　 Xiao Yunhai said: "If he is proficient in these things, then I can only say that this kid is a monster."

　　

　　 The three of them chatted for a while, Xiao Yunhai saw Wang Guoan, Chen Qingqing and other seniors in the entertainment circle come in, slammed their crimes, and hurriedly went over to say hello to them.

　　

Wang Guoan smiled and said: "Yunhai, the application rules for our new director support fund have been finalized. The reviewers are the most famous directors, actors and film school teachers in the industry. I am going to announce this to the outside media after the meeting is over. , I hope you can go with me, what do you think?"

　　

　　 Xiao Yunhai nodded, and said, "Of course there is no problem. I hope we can find a truly talented director."

　　

　　 Chen Qingqing said: "China is so big, I believe there will be."

　　

　　The discussion in the literary and art circles still proposes a proposal, and then everyone speaks freely about the proposal.

　　

　　 At the meeting, Xiao Yunhai was praised by Zhang Xuanlin and praised him for donating money to hold the Literary Grand Prix.

　　

　　 Seeing him like this, thinking of the scene where the two were fighting each other at the meeting last year, everyone couldn't help but sigh secretly.

　　

　　 Attended a conference in the literary and artistic circles for more than an hour, and Xiao Yunhai was invited by the staff to attend a business conference.

　　

　　 As soon as he walked into the business meeting room, a familiar voice came to his ears.

　　

　　 "Yunhai, you are finally here. I said that you, the richest man in the world, can't come to our side, why do you go to the literary world?"

　　

It was Wu Yifa who was speaking. Last year, Yunyi Shopping Network was in a mess around the world. As a major shareholder, he was sitting on more than US$500 billion in assets and became the second richest in China, second only to Xiao Yunhai, so even he was sitting there. The seats have been changed to the top.

　　

　　 Xiao Yunhai heard the words: "I am a serious writer, and it is normal to go there."

　　

　　 Wu Yifa said disdainfully: "Come on. Put green onions on a pig's nose. What are you acting like. As the world's richest man, your body smells like copper and you won't be able to wash it clean in this life. Everyone, don't you?"

　　

　　 "Yes," everyone said in unison, and then burst into laughter.

　　

　　 Xiao Yunhai sat next to Wu Yifa and pretended to say, "We are in a meeting. Can you be more serious?"

　　

Wu Yifa said: "Then let's be more serious. Mr. Xu Wanqi and I just made a bet about whether e-commerce can replace traditional store operations~lightnovelpub.net~ The bet is 100 million U.S. dollars, and the time is up to 2010. As long as e-commerce’s retail share in the market exceeds 50%, then I will win. If it is not too high, then I will lose. Old Xiao, what do you think?"

　　

　　 Xiao Yunhai was taken aback, and he quickly thought of the gambling game between Taobaoyun and Wang Jianlin, the richest man at the time. It was the same problem, and it was also 100 million, but Wu Yifa and the others played even harder, with 100 million US dollars.

　　

　　 That Xu Wanqi is China’s most famous retailer, with hundreds of billions of assets and thousands of Wanqi large supermarkets across the country. Shopping to Wanqi is the most popular slogan these years.

　　

　　 Xu Wanqi smiled and said: "Mr. Xiao, as the founder of Yunyi Shopping Network, do you think e-commerce can replace supermarkets and stores?"

　　

　　 Xiao Yunhai shook his head and said, "I don't think anyone can win this bet you made."

　　

　　 Everyone was taken aback, Wu Yifa asked curiously: "Old Xiao, what do you mean by this?"

　　

Xiao Yunhai said: "I think e-commerce represented by Yunyi Shopping Network and Stahl Business Network will develop at a volcanic eruption rate in the next few years. By then, almost all businesses can be purchased through online orders. Complete the "order", "payment" and other links, but consumers must go online to complete the service. Lao Wu, Mr. Xu, I ask you, how do you plan to distinguish whether this order is online or offline? Yunyi Shopping Network has made a disruptive innovation to traditional sales, but it is inseparable from offline services. Therefore, I think the biggest possibility in the future is the integration of the two parties and common development."