"Hmm... What time is it?" Tang Miaomiao glanced at the wall clock on the wall with sleepy eyes, "It's not even five o'clock, why is it so early?"

Zhang Chen kissed Tang Miaomiao's smooth forehead, "The jet lag hasn't been reversed yet, you can sleep for a while." ”

After washing, Zhang Chen poured himself a glass of milk barefoot, turned on the computer, processed emails and read various investment reports.

Forty minutes later, Zhang Chen stretched, changed into a sportswear and began his morning jog and workout, accompanied by Thomas and three bodyguards.

Zhang Chen spent only one day in Switzerland before returning to San Francisco.

In the past month, although he occasionally came back for a day or two, he still sat in Xiangjiang most of the time. Now that the matter of Xiangjiang has come to an end for him, all that remains is to wait for things to develop.

Khodorkovsky did not hold a press conference on Monday, and Zhang Chen was not in a hurry, the Rakshasa explosive barrel would explode sooner or later. The economic data provided by the Rakshasa government to Western investors can no longer be fake, and Soros determines his own capital flow based on this data, and it is only a matter of time before something happens.

Just like now, Soros is ready to embezzle the $4.5 billion invested in Rakshasa to support Druckenmiller's next attack on Xiangjiang, also because his data analysis team believes that although the Rakshasa economy is at risk, it is unlikely that it will collapse completely.

A complete collapse of a country's economy is actually a very difficult thing to happen. Both internal and external crises must be severe enough for them to occur.

At least on the surface, although there is a certain financial crisis internally, the economic upward trend is obvious, and there are no enemies in diplomacy in recent years, and almost no one really believes that the Rakshasa economy will collapse completely.

In this case, the Quantum Fund was sniped in Xiangjiang, and it was natural to want to draw Rakshasa funds to support Xiangjiang, that is, for a month or two, and when the time came, it would be good to return the money with interest. Even if the Rakshasa financial market falls because of the withdrawal of funds, maybe it's still a good thing. A few years later, the Rakshasa economy rebounded, and the income was crooked.

Soros could never have imagined that the funds he transferred away were not only money, but also the life of Rakshasa。。。。。。

Khodorkovsky is now the deputy head of the National Council for Economic Reform, and if he does not detonate this powder keg, the longer it drags on, the more Chubais and Berezovsky will make a scapegoat, and he will not fail to see this.

The reason why he is still acting now is just that he wants to be more prepared. A week at most, there will inevitably be movement.

Now there is no need for Zhang Chen to do anything, as long as he waits for everything to happen naturally, he can reap the benefits.

"Whew... Zhang Chen gulped down the treasure power, "What's the time?"

Running from Atherton to Palo Alto and one lap along Stanford is exactly ten kilometres.

Thomas also gasped for breath, and the 10-kilometer timed run, even with his physical strength, was not easy.

"Forty-six minutes and twelve seconds. Thomas looked at the timer.

Zhang Chen took the towel handed by the bodyguard, poured cold water on his face, and said regretfully: "Whew... Still didn't run into forty-five minutes?"

Thomas had already calmed down and smiled: "It's already good, it's a bit difficult for me to keep up." If you don't specialize in long-distance running, you don't need to put in too much energy, you don't have to worry about speed. ”

"Zack, what a coincidence. Cheryl Sandberg, who was also wearing a sweatshirt, panted and stopped beside Zhang Chen, "You run this line every day? I haven't seen you before? I just finished running five kilometers today, do you want to have breakfast with me and Paul?"

Paul Stevenson, who was next to Cheryl Sandberg, also greeted Zhang Chen generously.

Zhang Chen glanced at Paul Stevenson, and his heart moved, this Paul has quite good physical strength, he ran five kilometers, and he didn't sweat much.

Florence Moore's Cafeteria is one of seven cafeterias on Stanford's campus.

"I usually eat three meals a day here. Cheryl Sandberg took a large plate of salad and soaked a bowl of cereal, "I got a card, and breakfast only cost an average of $1.5, which is so cheap, much cheaper than Harvard." ”

Regardless of China and the United States, because of the subsidy, university canteens are actually very cost-effective. Due to the higher subsidy in the normal college where Zhang Chen studied in his previous life, he could eat quite well for two yuan, and students from other nearby colleges and universities came to improve their food every day.

Before Zhang Chen was reborn, he would go back to school from time to time, eat in the cafeteria, and experience life.

"How is today's schedule arranged?" Zhang Chen asked casually.

Cheryl Sandberg is undoubtedly a qualified assistant, and she didn't even look at a notepad, "9:00 to attend the monthly meeting of the Tinder Audit Department, 10:15 to make an appointment with Bob Mansfield, there is an R&D meeting to attend; at 10:50 you have to go downstairs to receive the third graders at Patterson School, today is their extracurricular activity, come to visit Matrix, this is an activity of a campus reporter, remember to behave better; 11:30 to have a telephone meeting with Group C; 12:00 you have an appointment with Edwood... Speaking of this, Cheryl Sandberg knew that she had lost her words, stuck out her tongue, and changed her words: "I made an appointment with a client for lunch, and the place is Blacksmith Restaurant on Main Street... ”

Edwood, Edwood, what? Paul Stevenson's mind was spinning rapidly, Cheryl Sandberg was very professional, the two had been dating for a while, but Paul Stevenson had never been able to get any valuable information from Cheryl Sandberg.

Wait, could it be Ed Woolrad? Paul Stevenson suddenly struck a flash of lightning in his head.

If it was Ed Woolrad, then why did Zhang Chen make an appointment with the most powerful of Apple's directors?

Blacksmith's Restaurant... Paul Stevenson silently wrote down the name in his mind.

"I'm done, I'm sorry, I'll go back to the shower first, and I'll have a meeting in the morning. Paul Steven kissed Cheryl on the cheek, smiled at Zhang Chen, and turned to leave.

Zhang Chen looked at Stevenson's back thoughtfully, this man who looked a little like Pierce Brosnan always made him feel a little weird.

Cheryl Sandberg said to Zhang Chen with a sweet face: "He's very charming, isn't he? We are going to get married next year, and we will get engaged after Christmas, but I asked for leave in advance." ”

Zhang Chen turned his head: "Don't worry, I'm not a black-hearted boss, by the way, what did Paul do before?"

Cheryl Sander said brightly: "I told you before, he was a partner in a small company in New York, and then Motorola's San Francisco company wanted to buy this small company, so he came to the Bay Area, although the acquisition was not negotiated, but he unexpectedly met me here, so he settled down." By the way, you're really getting noticed right now, and even Paul often asks about you and says you're his idol. ”

Zhang Chen's eyes were slightly condensed, and he felt a little inappropriate in his heart, but looking at Cheryl Sandberg's appearance, it was difficult to say anything.

If the two were just in love, it would be fine, but now it is obvious that Cheryl Sandberg has a deep relationship, and she is her assistant and knows a lot of core secrets, it seems that she needs to pay attention to this Paul Stevenson.

"Congratulations on finding the love of your dreams, by the way, you contact Ed's secretary, I want to change the place for lunch, I know there is a good Chinese restaurant in the Bay Area, where you can eat authentic Chinese food. Zhang Chen wiped his mouth and said to Cheryl Sandberg.

It's a bit blunt, but there's no way, it's on the cusp of the limelight, and I can't write about it anymore.

The second correction is being written

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