A brand-new Audi A6 squeaked to a halt at the west gate of Haizi, and Liu Yunkai told the driver to wait for him in the courtyard, carrying a black briefcase containing Zhang Chen's plan, and a small four-story building looming in the shade of trees.

The summer midday sun shines through the leaves, casting patches of light on him.

Liu Yunkai stepped on the wooden floor on the stairs and made a gurgling sound, "Secretary Liu, are you here?" ”

"Where, come and report to Mr. Yang, you are busy, you are busy. ”

Liu Yunkai greeted the people he met on the road with a smile on his face, although he was a member of the group a week ago, but returning to this small building at this time actually made him feel a little strange.

"Xiao Chu, is Mr. Yang here?" Liu Yunkai knocked on the door of his original office, Chu Maocai was also an old man in the office, and after Liu Yunkai was transferred, Yang Zhuping proposed Chu Maocai to take Liu Yunkai's place.

"Mr. Yang is meeting a few British people in the office, and it will be over in a while, Director Liu seems to have gained a lot from going to Xiangjiang this time, his face is full of red light, hey, this box is good?

Liu Yunkai took a sip of tea, "The British, ah, the people of Standard Life, right? They seem to have set up another representative office in Kyoto?"

Standard Life has just entered China, but due to the strict control of the foreign industry in China, it is unable to operate in China, and has only opened an office in Shanghai.

Liu Yunkai himself had already guessed in his heart, and it was estimated that this representative office was used to lobby Huaxia to open up the insurance industry to the outside world as soon as possible.

Chu Maocai laughed twice: "I heard that I found an office location on Gulou Street." As the two were talking, they saw the door of Yang Zhuping's office open, and two red-faced Anglo-Saxons and a Chinese translator walked out of Yang Zhuping's office, and while discussing a few sentences in a low voice, they walked towards Chu Maocai's office.

Yang Zhuping elected secretary, English must be good, Chu Maocai graduated from the University of Foreign Business and Economics, and has an authentic London accent, which is purer than these two foreigners: "Mr. Crouch, how is it, is there any problem?"

Crouch, who had a red nose, shook his head regretfully: "We are mentally prepared for this, but we still hope that Huaxia can include the insurance industry in the first batch of open lists after joining TO." ”

Crouch swept out of the corner of his eyes, and found Liu Yunkai sitting beside him, and was quite surprised: "Ah, isn't this Secretary Liu? I heard that you have been promoted, congratulations." ”

Liu Yunkai glanced at Chu Maocai and smiled reservedly.

As he was talking, the phone on Chu Maocai's desk rang, "Yes, Mr. Yang, okay, Director Liu has arrived, okay." ”

Chu Maocai hung up the phone and said to Liu Yun with a smile: "Brother Liu, the boss let you in, it doesn't sound like you're in a very good mood, pay attention." ”

Liu Yun happily understood, knocked on the office door, and walked in.

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In the middle of summer and July, both north and south are unbearable, but the sea breeze of Beidai River brings a little coolness to this small seaside city.

A nondescript black Santana passed through the guards and stopped next to a three-story villa halfway up the hill on the beachfront.

A guard on duty next to the villa came over and saluted, opened the car door, and Zhang Chen and Tang Miaomiao got out of the car.

Tang Miaomiao looked at Zhang Chen, who was slightly nervous, and reached out to straighten Zhang Chen's collar, "My grandfather is very kind, it's okay." ”

Zhang Chen nodded, he was indeed a little nervous, on the one hand, because of Song Zhaoming's status, on the other hand, he was most afraid of seeing the woman's parents.

The ugly daughter-in-law always has to see her in-laws, sooner or later there will be such a day, Zhang Chen gritted his teeth, "Let's go, I'll carry the things." With that, Zhang Chen took a long box from Tang Miaomiao's hand.

"Aunt Chen!" Tang Miaomiao called sweetly to a middle-aged woman in plain clothes who had just come out of the villa, "How is Grandpa's health lately?"

"Very good, I guess you're almost there, come down and meet you. Aunt Chen looked Zhang Chen up and down a few times, and her eyes were quite kind, "It's windy at the door, go in and say, you are waiting for you fairly." ”

Zhang Chen politely took out a small box from his pocket: "Hello Aunt Chen, I am Miao Miao's friend, Zhang Chen, I used to hear Miao Miao mention you, saying that she is what you think is big, a little gift, not a respect." ”

Tang Miaomiao did her homework for Zhang Chen in advance, Zhang Chen knew that the middle-aged woman in front of her, Chen Shaorong, as Song Zhaoming's life secretary, had been with Song Zhaoming for more than 20 years.

Chen Shaorong excused himself twice, Tang Miaomiao pulled Chen Shaorong's arm and said coquettishly: "Aunt Chen, you just accept it, can't I give it to you?"

Chen Shaorong couldn't refuse, so he put it away.

While the two followed Chen Shaorong into the hall, Tang Miaomiao asked in a low voice, "How is Grandpa feeling today?"

Before Chen Shaorong could answer, a cold snort sounded in the ears of the two: "I'm not in a good mood! I'm about to be angry with you!"

Zhang Chen was excited, and when he looked up, a tall, silver-haired old man appeared at the door of the study on crutches.

It was Song Zhaoming, who used to be seen on TV.

"Grandpa!" Tang Miaomiao cheered and grabbed Song Zhaoming's arm, "Are you okay?" Didn't the doctor tell you that you can't go far away, why did you come to Beidaihe again?"

Song Zhaoming's face was slightly dark, and he looked at Zhang Chen with a majestic expression: "You are Zhang Chen?"

Zhang Chen is not nervous now, after all, he has seen more of the world after being reborn, so he bowed politely, "Old Song, hello, I am Zhang Chen." ”

Song Zhaoming's face was expressionless: "Miao Miao, you stay outside." You, come in and speak. ”

Tang Miaomiao said hurriedly: "Grandpa, don't embarrass him... ”

Zhang Chen grabbed Tang Miaomiao, gave Tang Miaomiao a "reassured" look, turned to Song Zhaoming and said, "I'll help you in." After that, he took the initiative to help Song Zhaoming into the study.

Zhang Chen turned around and closed the door, looked around, and said that it was a study, but in fact, there were not many books, which was similar to the office layout of some administrative organs.

Zhang Chen took out the long box that he had been holding from under his armpit, and put his hands on Song Zhaoming's old-fashioned desk, "Song Lao, this is a piece of writing that I got by chance, I heard Miao Miao say that you have studied calligraphy and painting very deeply, please taste it, it is a little bit of our heart to be a junior." ”

Song Zhaoming glanced at the box, "Since most of your business is in the United States, it's better to return to China less in the future." As for Miao Miao, I won't investigate what happened before, and you don't have to meet again in the future. ”

Zhang Chen's heart sank slightly, "I don't understand what you mean. ”

Song Zhaoming raised his head and looked directly at Zhang Chen: "You did the matter of Shi Manqing's disappearance, right? and Zhou Guoqiang of the Zhigong General Hall, who is so vicious at a young age, if I am the first to kill you during the war years!"

Some book friends are questioning tens of billions or something, let's put it this way, any fund, whether it is a sovereign fund or not, must also have a chief trader or something, these traders basically control all the authority, so there is a Bahrain bank trader misoperation that leads to bankruptcy, and there is a huge loss of four billion dollars in the knight fund.

Of course, the country will not let anyone control the sovereign wealth fund, but is the protagonist not qualified enough to operate for the country?

(End of chapter)