Chapter 4: Another year for Hu Chen's master

The bereaved people were in tears, and they looked south to Wang Shi for another year. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoqb5、

Since the New Year's Day party of NTU New Year, the day after everyone in the 602 dormitory watched the many beautiful performances of the School of Economics, Xiao Xu woke up and sat on the table to open the foreign language book to the title page he saw last night, and then turned the last sheet of the old calendar. Seeing the bare tree trunks and branches standing in the dense fog outside the window, as well as the figure of a man in a down jacket walking on the road below these tree trunks, I probably suddenly touched a certain nerve and a certain string, and after reciting the above verses. Discover the new calendar with red sè Arabic numerals written on it 2005.

The calendar has changed its face, and it is the cold winter of the dense fog, and the brand new hot water bottle on the basin when I entered the school has accumulated dirt and mottle, and everyone in the 602 dormitory has been promoted from junior to senior, and time has passed for another year.

2005 arrived.

According to statistics, the UK's GDP was $2.05 trillion in the year, while the Republic's GDP grew by 9.9% in the same year, with a total GDP of $2.24 trillion, making it the world's fourth largest economy after the United States, Japan and Germany. The Chinese people have shouted the slogan of catching up with the British and the United States for half a century, and finally achieved a breakthrough in history at this moment. Although foreign media have rushed to report on this rate of rise, perhaps in order to curb the rise of "GDP cult" in China, there has been no official mainstream publicity of this "historical moment".

However, the historical soaring housing prices in major cities across the country have become the most intuitive breakthrough and window for this phenomenon.

On New Year's Day in 2005, Su Can picked up a pot of steaming hot pot in his apartment in Manhattan's first block, and rubbed his ears with his index finger because his hands were burned.

Then Lin Luoran took off his apron from the kitchen and walked into the living room with a spoon, and smiled at Tang Wei, Wang Weiwei, Li Pengyu, Lin Xuanwu, Mu Kaizhu and others who were sitting on the dining table and waiting to move chopsticks, "I asked a friend to bring the hot pot base from Rongcheng, although it was a hot pot I cooked, but the means of production were bought by Su Can, Wang Weiwei and Lin Xuanwu were responsible for cleaning and logistics, and Tang Wei was preliminarily processed on the cutting board, which can also be regarded as the crystallization of everyone's collective wisdom."

Wang Weiwei muttered, "Saying so much, should you think that when the things you make are not delicious, you will pass on the responsibility in advance?" ”

Lin Luoran pinched Wang Weiwei twice and said, "When did you become so smart?" ”

Wang Weiwei raised his head and looked at Lin Luoran's beautiful face, as if he wanted to see through her eyes, and said deeply, "Actually, I've always been so smart, it's just that you have never noticed and discovered it." ”

"Yes, I'm sorry, when you're driving all over the wind and the snow, do you stop or return to see a birch tree that is inconspicuous? You won't, so neither will I. Lin Luoran's beautiful eyes darkened, turned her head sideways, then clapped her hands together, and said with a smile, "It's okay to start." ”

Seeing Lin Luoran's dodge, Wang Weiwei's eyes dimmed, and then he quickly became cheerful as if he had figured it out, and raised the chopsticks in his hand, "Eat, eat, eat." ”

The result is surprisingly delicious.

The fireworks exploded over the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Su Can's apartment, like a curtain of light, and in such a scene, everyone was steaming through the potato chips, crab crackers, smooth beef rouge slices in the hot pot, and drank a few cans of beer, as if they were in a paradise street market.

Lin Xuanwu and others still saw a stack of magazines on top of the coffee table in Su Can's apartment, the cover of a Wall Street Journal magazine was Zack with a freckled face and yellow curly hair, he was sitting on a stool, talking eloquently, behind him was the white screen of the projector, on which was the strategic policy of Facebook, which was a photo he took when he was doing a public class "Team Energy" at Stanford University. It is said that on the day of the public class, Zach was questioned by Stanford students, asking him whether his betrayal in Silicon Valley had made him a genius or a reputation for being a hundan. There was an out-of-control uproar on the scene.

This is probably what the world says about him, a hun ball dressed as a genius. But there are also a lot of media outlets trying to explain Mark Zuckerberg from an objective point of view, so California has also had a lot of interviews with him since last summer, and they have tried to sketch an image of him as being 23 years old this year. Zuckerberg is a lonely young man like you. He owns an American face, has wealth, owns a Bentley and just bought a mansion worth fifteen million dollars. But like a fool, he will try to gain the forgiveness of the former founder's mr.su.

After eating, Su Can stood on the balcony and took the coffee handed over by Tang Yan, it was very warm, Mu Kaizhu called Tang Yan to come over in the living room to comment, it was obvious that Lin Xianwu was flirting with other people's Xiǎo friends again, and Mu Kaizhu seemed to feel good about Lin Xuanwu, a little ruffian, in fact, he also figured it out. Mu Kaizhu himself is relatively rebellious, relatively speaking, Su Can, a calm and stylish guy, is more attractive to her than Lin Xuanwu.

Su Can stood on the balcony alone to blow the wind, feeling the breath of the big era, he officially entered the era of information explosion, the advantage of rebirth is fading, and life is beginning to move towards the unknown channel, but he has never been so excited and inexplicable, and feels that tomorrow is full of jiang's feelings. Life is full of tension like never before.

A faint fragrance lingers in the nasal cavity, a very familiar smell, as if it is imprinted in the soul. Is it Tang Yan's body fragrance? Su Can shook his head in his heart, it was another taste.

Lin Luoran appeared from the side, leaning his arm on the railing next to him, watching the city in front of him with him, and the fireworks unfolded one after another over them like a barrage.

"In the apartment you renovated, I saw the placement of the micro-bo stove, cupboards, cabinets, the layout of the chou range hood, and the orientation of the refrigerator" Lin Luoran muttered, turning his head, the glowing chun line rose slightly, "Even the Xiǎo water feature for viewing the scenery is not bad at all if it uses the pebbles of the Wusong River, the taste is good, it is consistent with the idea I gave you at the beginning." ”

Two years ago, in the first Jiāo room in Manhattan, Su Can asked Lin Luoran to help give advice, and then turned her idea of playing a house into reality in an old mind. The Xiǎo tatami mat for the reception, the all-round sun room and the balcony with a view, there are swing chairs on the balcony, and you can occasionally wear a Bo Simian skirt to sleep lazily on it. Now it's all a reality.

Su Can smiled faintly, "There is one thing missing, don't you feel panicked when the cabinet is empty underneath, and you are still missing your pickle jar." ”

"Think beautifully, you." Lin Luoran glared at him, she stroked her long hair that was blown away by the wind, her skirt swayed gently in the wind, her face was slightly red, but she said seriously, "When my grandmother gave me the pickle jar, I made a heavy oath, the altar is in the people, and the altar is dead." Lin Luoran smiled again, "So in the future, I will definitely put the pickle jar in my own home." ”

There was a long silence. After a while, Su Can glanced at her before he said, "Dare to ask which of your grandmother's mén factions?" ”

So he was chased and killed by Sister Lin Daxiǎo, who was instantly murderous, all over the house.

The 10th National People's Congress of the People's Republic of China kicked off in Beijing.

The congress adopted Proclamation No. 1 on the election of the Chairman of the Central Military Commission of the Republic. The third meeting of the same month passed the much-watched "Anti-State Secession Law of the People's Republic of China" with 0 votes against, 0 abstentions, and 2,898 votes.

In the eyes of many people, such a high vote is probably due to the fact that after the beginning of the new century, more and more separatist forces are engaged in frequent activities, and at this time the state needs such a formal bill to safeguard the integrity of the country's territorial sovereignty. At the same time, there are also voices in the media circles that the reason for promoting this high vote pass is also the influence and inspiration of many foreign political activities, and a reporter from Phoenix Chinese asked whether "the Chinese patriotic parade caused by the influence of some foreign social websites inspired the introduction of such a bill to gather all patriotic forces." "I asked a people's congress deputy, but the people's congress deputy did not respond positively. It only ends with the recognition that the Party Central Committee and the State Council are very concerned about the situation at home and abroad.

On the day after the meeting in Beijing, Wang Bocai, who could relax for the time being, and Lin Guozhou, the two sijiāo who had a good relationship, had a light meal.

There was also a dignified and extraordinary young man present. Lin Guozhou introduced, "This is Wei Yuanhu, who works in the Rural Policy Research Office of the Development Research Center of the State Council, and is the child of the old Wei family. ”

Wei Yuanhu hurriedly shook hands with Wang Bo, and there was a surprise on his face. This is a figure that has been heard of many times in Beijing, and it is not high-profile, but every time someone mentions Wang Bo, no matter what kind of official, there is a sigh for the rise of a rising political star. And many of the juniors in Sijiu City who are related to the old Wang family mention Wang Bo with a kind of faith and respect. Just like Wang Bo and Lin Guozhou faced the two old ladies of their older generation.

Because of the status of the two, in fact, there is not much time to meet, and now it is also taking advantage of the gap in the meeting to sit and drink some xiǎo wine as before, knocking two huā sheng. A few years have passed, and it is not an exaggeration to describe the situation of the two as earth-shaking compared to the beginning.

After a while, Lin Guozhou still sighed and asked, "Did Su Can pass the anger with you, and what should he do next?" People are here prepared, I look at the recent situation Lao Wang, beware of Xiǎo Renluo. Because of Wei Yuanhu's presence, Lin Guozhou didn't say it more clearly, in fact, Wang Bo also knew that he was worried that some people would not be able to sit still, and he was afraid that he would take the first step. Su Can is an excellent sign to see.

Wei Yuanhu naturally thought about the matter of Su Can's founder in the United States, and muttered, "The meaning of power is that you can bully the market at any time, and you can use greater legal protection and stronger voice at any time to get out of the game or damage their interests." The most fundamental interest is to ensure the interests of the broad masses of peasants, and only by taking hundreds of millions of peasants as the main body of building new rural areas can we fundamentally promote the development of the national economy. ”

Wang Bo nodded, frowned, and then his brows relaxed, and said, "Don't worry, I have my own measure." And Su Can, don't worry, I believe he will have a way to deal with it, after so many years, do you still think that he is just an ordinary young man? ”

Lin Guozhou smiled knowingly, "What do you think?" ”

When Wei Yuanhu saw Lin Guozhou's smile, he felt a little indescribable in his heart. Since Lin Luoran didn't go with him last time, he always felt that he was still under Su Can's shadow.

Among the Purple Garden Villas in Shanghai. Song Shihao, chairman of the board of directors of Morikawa Multinational Corporation, stayed at his home, his wife Tao Qing next to him was flipping through the report in his hand, and Song Zhenzhen, who was wearing a long skirt and was praised by the Paris fashion industry as having "full oriental classical charm", was putting a nong on the tea set and making a pot of tea. The air was filled with the faint scent of tea.

Song Shihao felt that such a scene was simply a great joy in life.

Next to him is the president of Greater China, Song Zhen's cousin Song Xiancheng, and there are several well-known professional managers in the industry of Morikawa's subordinate enterprises standing on the side, this time to meet at the chairman's house, it is rare to see the chairman's family is there, especially Song Zhen personally made tea for them, although he knew that this may be Song Shihao's means to get closer to his people, but holding Song Zhen's tea, it still moved people to tears.

Since then, we have been chatting about various topics, current affairs, high-level affairs, strategic developments, and the movements of some big names at home and abroad that can have an impact on Morikawa's company. Song Xiancheng couldn't hold back, so he asked, "I really can't figure out why Facebook Chinese has not filed a lawsuit against the US side so far, they expelled the founder from the board, and also over-diluted Su Can's equity as the second largest shareholder, according to the current situation, the time is ripe to sue." As far as I know, the Federal Trade Arbitration Agency has already received their arbitration request, but it is still in the investigation stage, and the Chinese side has not formally filed a lawsuit so far."

Tao Qing looked at Song Shihao, and the expression of attention was sè. Even Song Zhen raised his head from his burying head and pricked up his pointed ears.

Song Shihao rubbed the armrest of his chair, sighed, shook his head, and said, "Why didn't you officially file a lawsuit, why didn't you ask us in the United States?" ”

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