Chapter 579 Domestic! The tide is approaching

   Sitting in the welcoming car, Wen Jing recalled that summer again.

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

The sun was hot, and the asphalt on the road was melted, making the worn-out flatbed more and more difficult to ride, but he sat on it lazily, surrounded by a full of hosts and monitors, and in front, Zhao Song, who was sweating, was standing. Pedaling through gritted teeth.

   "rich?"

Zhao Song shook his head, and the crystal sweat splattered on the ground, and disappeared without a trace after a while, "If you have money, what is a car? I buy two private jets, take one for a walk, and turn on the air conditioner. Drink Coke and take a look at the flight attendant's thigh."

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

   "That's 747." Zhao Song laughed loudly, "The lower level can play table tennis, take a sauna bath, and the upper level can have pedicure, SPA and sleep. The flight attendant must bring a technician certification, the kind that has full skill points..."

  “Oh~”

  Boom~

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

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

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

   She murmured and asked: "The voice just now, is that plane entering supersonic speed?"

   "It should be." Liu Yupeng spread his hands and smiled bitterly, "It's strange to say, that big guy took off in the capital a few times, and he didn't receive any complaints because of the loud noise."

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

   Liu Yupeng pouted: "You're not from the capital yet."

   "Oh?" Wen Jing turned her head unexpectedly, "Is Zhao Song's registered permanent residence still in the Jingji Academy?"

   "Well, I heard that Dianhai and Pingchang fought a lot during this period because of his settlement issue, and even the Sunset District secretly made a lot of connections."

   "What about 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 oilfield. As long as he moves with his parents, he has all thought about it, Hei Province (Daqing), Liao Province (Liaohe), Beihe (Beijing). East Hebei), Jinmen (Zhao’s mother, Dagang), Cangshi (father).”

   "Boss Oil~" Wen Jing sighed.

"It's not." Liu Yupeng sighed, "I have never seen the oil system be so enthusiastic with outsiders, like a son. They funded a national key laboratory in cooperation with the DK Research Institute, and within a few months, they have made major achievements. As a result, I heard that a lot of people have been promoted for this."

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

  Liu Yupeng thought about it for a while, and said unsure: "It probably means that the Bohai Bay has 1 billion tons of oil reserves determined by super calculation, but unfortunately there is no technical conditions for mining in the short term." (Note)

  “…”

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

"We didn't want to deal with him." Liu Yupeng hurriedly cleared it up—it doesn't matter how close he is, it doesn't matter if he is the richest man, the key is that the kid is a consultant, Gu Bugu doesn't know anyone, but he did open a dialogue with the upper management. Channel Privileges!

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

   "Huh~" Wen Jing shook her head with a smile. She didn't worry about her father. It was a good relationship if she died, but she didn't plan to refute, "Is the stock market thundering?"

"It's all thunder!" Liu Yupeng said gloomily, he is a Beijing official, whether the thunderstorm or not has nothing to do with him, but thinking of the tragic incidents of those outsiders, he shook his head helplessly, "A single poor western province (Ning Province) , the state paid 1.3 billion in compensation."

  ’ Delong type~”

Wen Jing sighed in her heart, as if the ostentatious voice came from her ears: "Wen Jing, look at this stock, this stock, this stock... and this stock, can you think of it? All these stocks are all over the place. It's from a company, is it awesome or not!?"

   "Brilliant! 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?

   Then, her eyes gradually firmed up: "Then do it, if it fails, I will bear the blame, if it succeeds, I will take half of it!"

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

"Say."

   "Tesla's domestic executives, one person has a large circle, if we add them, we have no certainty."

"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 period of time in the future, Tesla's first management team except Zhao Song Other than that, it's all going to be dealing with the investment bank giants in America, and my guys will be watching them from there."

   "That's good." Liu Yupeng was obviously relieved. Thinking of those executives, he felt frightened. He didn't need to go all out, just one Zhao Rong could make him a quail.

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

He knows that this is just a comfort in his heart. As long as someone comes forward, he will definitely follow countless people who have thoughts in their hearts. No one knows what the consequences will be. He is just a pawn, and he can't make any decisions. otherwise

  No otherwise, because even if he could make a decision, he would have thought so.

   That is Zhao Song, who is really rich.

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

   Wenjing said the word 'you'.

"You ask."

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

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

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

  I heard that in the beginning, that is, during the memory war, when Intel gave up the rambus standard in the United States, someone immediately organized an investigation working group? "

Liu Yupeng nodded without hesitation and admitted that this matter had nothing to do with him anyway, and he replied with great certainty: "That night, when Zhao Song was waiting for Chen Ninghe to flourish at the Beijing Grand Boya Hotel, there were people watching and working. The group plan is also done.”

   "What name?"

   "Operate the market to make 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, where the construction of Zhengda was underway. The wasteland and dilapidated buildings had long since disappeared, replaced by high-rise buildings rising from the ground.

  Wenjing was not in the slightest interest to appreciate the great changes in her hometown. She leaned on the seat wearily and slowly closed her eyes.

   A ray of crystal sparkled in the corner of his eye; in his ear, there seemed to be another complacent voice:

   "Wen Jing, if only the gold shop was still there.

   But it doesn’t matter, I sell computers well, and when the Chinese New Year comes, I spend 50,000 yuan to find Aunt Wen for help, and I should be able to get the silver booth at the Temple Fair of Ditan.

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

  It’s not good to have too much money. The 100 million to 200 million earned money is not ours at all. It’s so good. Five or six sets of two-bedroom apartments in the capital a year, we will live where we want to live.

  Wenjing, let me tell you, what kind of private jet do you want, don’t you look good in a different business class and a different flight attendant? "

   "Wen Jing, you are Bai Fumei. If I can't get along in the future, I also hope that you can remember me well. You are...retreat, yes...haha...spare tire."

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

   Or, it's 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 people who speculated on memory, and even took away his girlfriend;

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

   So he had to make a brand machine by himself, and was manipulated by the store owner on the spare parts.

   He could only expand his channels by himself, but he did not 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 at the Beijing University Boya Hotel and waiting for others, he read 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 pulled out of the abyss by him, gave her the growth path that best suited her identity and background, the chief assistant to the president of Yituo Technology.

   And the 'P' friend from the University of Technology and Business, who was entrusted by him to study in Cambridge.

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

   Liked his Hao Ying, the international singer, the mysterious oriental princess.

   His current girlfriend, Li Linna, is the president of LeTV, a rising star in internationally renowned fashion design, and a special designer for high-order orders with mysterious auspicious cloud patterns.

   and myself

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

  It's all just because he was his girlfriend, and the informative text message that night was sent to Zhao Song by the old eighth.

   After a long time, Wen Jing opened his 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."

   "Enough is enough to drive some people crazy."

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

  Shenzhou should have been a derivative that he wanted to send to save his life and wealth.

  Tesla should have been listed in China as a reward for those who have followed him and helped him, and then he slowly stepped back behind the scenes and became his rich man with peace of mind. "

  “…”

   Liu Yupeng was stunned.

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

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

   Wen Jing laughed at himself: "You, it's you, it's me, it's us, it's everyone who has caught his attention."

  “…”

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

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

   "We forced him to pick up his dream (chips), and only pounded on his own one-third of an acre of land.

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

   Wenjing continued with an unpredictable expression: "Now, he definitely knows that someone will force him, so in order not to be harassed by others, he will definitely give out the money in the shortest time, or make a plan.

   Therefore, we must act fast, so fast that he can't react, and it will not help those executives to come back. "

   At this moment, Liu Yupeng didn't know what he was thinking, as if he had forgotten the quiet words just now, nodded slowly, and asked solemnly: "He is like a bastard, how can we hurry?"

"He is stable, does not mean that his subordinates are also stable; he is stable, does not mean that today, with the economy in command, some local governments will not rashly advance; he is stable, does not mean that he has no shortcomings, does not touch traditional industries, and may have fewer conflicts of interest, But his biggest failure is that, as the richest man, he didn't work hard to control public opinion!"

  “…”

   Liu Yupeng sighed secretly, he really was a bully who cheated Zhao Song once and still lived well!

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

   Having said that, Wen Jing waved her hand fiercely.

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

   "Yes, we only want money." Wen Jing nodded calmly, "He is the richest man, 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 out his hands and said indifferently: "What does that matter, I made money, and your holes have been filled."

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

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

   "Okay, it's up to you." Liu Yupeng didn't care and looked at him expectantly.

   "Everyone knows about her unstable subordinates - Xu Liangying, although her greed and aggressiveness have made her famous, the reason why she didn't capsize is because of Zhao Song's support."

   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 difficult to find traditional industries that Zhao Song never touches and those related to Xu Liangying?"

   "Steel!" (Note)

   With the resounding answer, the convoy slowly stopped at the Jingda Boya Hotel, a quiet and peaceful accommodation.

   Walking into the lobby, Wen Jing came to the side to rest alone, and let 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 back to that night, a young man sitting on the sofa was excitedly watching various real estate advertisements.

   "You're not really good at all!

  We are awesome!

  We have forced out the richest man in the world! "

  …………

  Some people say that if you are a woman's spare tire, then you are the spare tire.

  If you are the spare tire of two women, then you are still the spare tire.

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

   Then, they are your spare tire.

  …

  Xu Liangying, president of Wuming Technology, deputy to the National People's Congress, member of the Standing Committee of the North River CPPCC, All-China Federation of Industry and Commerce...

   When Miss Dong was still quietly saving, Xu Liangying was already the most famous Iron Lady in the country.

  She is different from Tesla executives. While those people are fighting fiercely with the international giants, she has already made a sword in the country.

  Wen Jing knew the story between him and Zhao Song.

   But I don't know if she was intentional or not. When thinking about those women, she deliberately ignored this point - Xu Liangying, who was also a spare tire.

  …

   These are things that Zhao Song doesn't know about now.

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

  Money is original sin.

   Not to mention having money for him.

   He would just stand in the sun, open his hands, put on a toothy smile, and greet all those who came up against him:

   "Hello.

  Welcome to 2003.

   The top of the wave! "

   (end of this chapter)