One afternoon, Lao Zhao excitedly became a photographer, took pictures of his beautiful doctoral students, spent more than a dozen rolls of film, and finally resisted Yang Damei.

The old rascal, he never left his cigarette, occasionally went up to stand with Yang Da Beauty, and occasionally helped Lao Zhao take a few photos.

That night, the old hooligan sneaked into Yang Da Beauty's room, and as soon as he entered the door, he hugged and kissed him as usual. This time, Yang Da Meinu said that she would not eat the lunch meal at all, the old rascal insisted, she also launched a small temper, and the old rascal had no choice but to keep coaxing her, coaxing her until she burst into laughter.

But the mood of those things is gone, and in the end, the old rascal hugged Yang Damei in pajamas shirtless and said, Sleep, sleep, sleep.

Yang Da Mei quickly fell asleep in his arms, but the old rascal still looked at the ceiling with his eyes open.

Sister Zixuan's side is happening one by one, will it reproduce the ending of her previous life? Probably not? After returning to China this time, I must go to see her, and when I see her, I must kiss her wildly, hehe, if I let her have a meal in the morning, it is estimated that it will be almost there, with her temper, she will not find anyone else in the future. But think about it, it's not possible, if we don't have Fei'er now, it is estimated that she still has not much resistance, and coaxing her is estimated that she will also open her cute little mouth, but now, it must be far from the heat.

Forget it, I don't want this kind of thing anymore, Fei'er is still in my arms, I'm a little sorry for her to think about this.

Why hasn't Lao Song contacted me yet? At this time, it happened to be the morning in China!

Thinking of this, the old rascal picked up his bedside mobile phone and sent a very brief text message to Lao Song: How is it going?

Soon there was a reply: I wanted to contact you, but considering that it was already 11 o'clock in the evening, I planned to contact you at seven or eight o'clock in the country tonight. In that case, find a convenient place to talk and give me a call.

The old rascal hurriedly took away the little hand that Yang Damei put on his chest.

A few minutes later, the old rascal returned to his room.

"Uncle Song, how is the situation, tell me in detail!" the old rascal asked after dialing the phone.

"Yifan, the joints have been opened, I don't know how much you want to exchange?"

Before the old hooligan came, he had already calculated the assets he needed to exchange: his own account had rushed to 140 million, and the private placement commission was 40 million, which could be exchanged for more than 20 million US dollars at the current exchange rate.

So he replied, "Uncle Song, give me 20 million US dollars for the time being, no problem, right?"

President Song thought, in fact, I had already guessed that it was probably this number, so he smiled and said: "Yes, if the funds in the stock account cannot be withdrawn today, I will operate it for you tomorrow." ”

After hanging up the phone, the old hooligan thought that after exchanging dollars, he would only have less than 20 million yuan in his own stock account tomorrow, and he would have to start all over again, and he wanted to evacuate all of them, but after a month, he had to get some funds for the traders to practice, not just let them learn theory.

Besides, Huaxia now has the dollar easy to get in, but difficult to get out, and in the future, it will still be the renminbi that will be spent in China, and there will be no renminbi left in the country.

But when I think about it, in less than a month, the private placement can get another 40 million commission, and I can't help but feel comfortable again.

After President Song got the confirmation of the old rascal, he immediately called Manager Wang, and Manager Wang groaned for a while, and said: "Old Song, according to the proportion of shares that Yifan said, it is not a problem for the sales department to take out more than 2.8 million US dollars, hehe, but, Old Song, I can't take so much, you should be okay, right?"

President Song raised 30 million yuan this time, of course he could take it out, so he smiled and said: "Lao Wang, look at you, won't your son-in-law give you some face?"

Manager Wang smiled: "I understand this person, he will give you hundreds of thousands or even millions of gifts, but in business, it is still quite harsh, and every penny is indispensable." ”

President Song was in a good mood at this time, so he said: "You, old Song, brother, for the sake of your face of giving me such a big fortune this time, I will approve you with a loan, make up for your missing part, and we will come out for a meal in the evening and talk in detail." ”

After hanging up the phone, Manager Wang's mind was also put down, and he opened the stock account of the old rascal, the stock account of the private placement, and his own small account.

Seeing that the operation was still being carried out quickly, he said softly: "This Yifan, still said that he was fighting alone?"

then looked at his small account again and found that it had rushed to nearly 5 million;

This is the third time, right? He thought, he used to see this account, every day a little excited, but since getting the commission of the private placement, his heart has also become bigger, although compared to the old hooligan and the old Song, 6 million is only a fraction, but it is far more than the income brought by his small account at one time.

He thought again, the day before yesterday, when he remitted profits to Vice President Ma and some people, the polite words that these people said to themselves really made him comfortable, and when he went home at night, his daughter-in-law also served him thoughtfully, and the quality of life at night was twice as long as usual.

Although the daughter-in-law is also in her early 40s, her figure and skin are still good, and she was also a big beauty when she was young. When Manager Wang thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little fluttering.

After thinking about my daughter-in-law, I thought of my daughter again, and when I thought about it, my thoughts were very different.

Tongtong is not too young now, she has to find more opportunities for her to contact Yifan, as long as she can marry Yifan, of course she doesn't have to worry about a good life in the future; if she can't get married, she will be rich in the future, even if Tongtong can't get into a good university, there is nothing, and the legacy left to her at that time can also make her worry about food and clothing for the rest of her life.

Any man or woman, at this age, is either a career or a child, the career can not be achieved, but the children's affairs have always been unable to let go, after all, children are the continuation of their own lives, and it is impossible for people who have not been parents to experience this feeling.

After the old rascal hung up the phone, he didn't continue to go back to Yang Da Beauty's room, and after setting the alarm clock on his mobile phone, he sat on the bed and meditated to pass the time, just like the chick said, freezing three feet is not a day's cold. When he woke up the next day, the old rascal did not expect such a fortuitous event: in a foreign land, he would suddenly enter another meditative realm.

For Lao Zhao, the academic report on the second day really inflated his psychology again.

But for the old rascal, it is not angry, he smiled in his heart, Lao Zhao returned to China this time, and it is estimated that he has the capital to blow again: I will give lectures on the stage, and below are some internationally renowned professors, all of whom are the best young students from all over the world, and so on.

Thinking of this, the old rascal couldn't help but let out a laugh in his heart, he held the little hand of Yang Da Beauty beside him and stroked it gently.

I have to say that although Lao Zhao loves to blow, but he is very serious about doing things, there is only the last academic report left tomorrow, and he did not go out with the old rascals in the afternoon, he stayed in the house and looked at the notebook seriously, looking at the ppt seriously, and preparing for tomorrow.

"Daughter-in-law, the business school here is very famous!" the old rascal walked around the school with Yang Da Mei.

"Isn't it said that Harvard's business school is the most famous?" Yang wondered.

"All of them are famous, if Harvard's MBA is a spring and snow, and the training is a large enterprise management talent in suits and leather shoes, and the MBA of Stanford University is a lower riba person, cultivating a new generation of small entrepreneurs wearing T-shirts, which kind of good do you say?" the old rascal laughed.

"Each has its own merits, but it is better to train a boss than to train a manager. Yang Damei smiled.

"I can't say the same, the characteristics required to be a boss are different from those required to be a manager, the boss, just like me, needs more personality charm, and the manager needs a level of professionalism. "The old rascal stinks beautifully.

"Hehe!" Yang Da Meinu shook an arm and said, "Yifan, do you mean that the boss is sometimes born?

"Well, there is a little bit of this, but it's not all right, the boss needs a higher overall quality. Let's put it this way, the boss is handsome, and the manager is a general!" said the old rascal.

"Well, that's a pretty appropriate analogy!" Yang Da Mei smiled.

You said that the students of some famous schools in China are not intellectually inferior to those of these famous schools in the United States, but why can't they produce so many talents? There are many deep-seated reasons for this, and we personally cannot change them. So, if we have children in the future, we should try to let them study here. The old rascal sighed.

Yang Damei said: "Yes, there are very few young people in the MBA class in China, and they are all small bosses, big bosses or something." ”

"Now there are not many young people in China who study MBA, but if you look at it in a few years, any university will open an MBA class, and what messy people, doctors, teachers, and civil servants will all run to study, study for two years, pay tens of thousands of yuan, and the exam is extremely easy, and finally take a piece of paper and go home, and in the end what should I do or what I should do, I read it in vain!" said the old rascal after remembering the MBA trend in China a few years later.

"Well, if you can't apply what you've learned, it's really a waste!" Yang Damei said.

"I say this mainly to extend the topic of practical education at Stanford University, for example, they have a school laboratory, and the chip manufacturing technology is stronger than all the scientific research institutes and companies in China, can you believe it?

Yang Damei does not worship foreign countries, but she usually has an understanding of the level of domestic scientific research, she nodded: "Well, I believe it." ”

The old rascal remembered that in his previous life, about 08 years later, a private company in the United States would be able to launch a reusable spacecraft in close orbit into space, and he couldn't help but say: "There are also problems in China's current scientific research system, and the leaders have the final say on everything, and the leaders are also the leaders when they make achievements, so how can we improve the enthusiasm of the employees below? Everyone wants to become administrative cadres, and making achievements in scientific research is just stepping on the ladder of administrative cadres." So I registered the company in the United States, there is also a reason, if it is registered in China, as long as our company improves, it will be targeted by a large number of interest groups, and there will be *** door-to-door to ask for dry shares. Wearing the hat of an American company, many things are easy to do. Daughter-in-law, don't say that your husband is not patriotic, her husband is taking the road of saving the country with a curve!"

Yang Da Mei smiled, in fact, she did not have the noble patriotic ideals of saving the country and the people, and she was satisfied if she could help those in need in front of her.

So he smiled: "Yifan, what you did was right, it's good." ”

Of course, the old rascal does not have any ideals of saving the country, he thought, the country is so big, do we need to save it? Pull it down! When the time comes, we can pay some taxes for the country, provide some employment opportunities, and compete for a little glory in the world, then we can do enough for the country.