"I want you to know the Dao, there is always someone waiting for you in this world, no matter when, no matter where, anyway, you know the Dao, there is always such a person." Before getting off the plane, Zhang Ling said this to me.

As soon as I was about to ask, Zhang Ling said: "This sentence comes from Zhang Ailing's novel Half Life!" ”

Subsequently, she told me about the things in this Zhang Ailing anthology. It's still that heartless little girl, when she left from Hongqiao Airport, Zhang Ling said to me: "I feel that the people who write essays are so talented, you say I want to write something or something, anyway, I don't have anything to do every day, maybe I can still publish a book." ”

I frowned and said, "You're going to write a book in China?" I think you're trying to starve to death. Haven't you heard such a saying? Those who write books are poor, and those who pirate are rich. ”

Zhang Ling shrugged her shoulders and said, "Cultivate personal temperament." ”

"Well, if you're willing to write and cultivate your temperament, I have nothing to say, I just hope you don't become an unkempt old witch." I lost a word to her.

Zhang Ling gave me a punch and said, "Die, didn't I just say I wanted to write something?" Why are you scaring me so much? ”

I scratched my head and said a little shyly: "You don't know, Su Dongpo used to write novels when he was in college. At that time, he was just a freshman, and he often didn't sleep for days and nights in order to write novels, just to update and earn some manuscript fees to buy inflatable toys. At that time, he was still very obscene, and he had a pen name called Lan Huixin, saying that he was a beauty, but he was actually a big fat man. ”

"Poof!" Zhang Ling, who was drinking water, almost squirted out a mouthful of water, tilted her little head and said, "Lan Huixin...... Su Dongpo, it's really obscene enough! ”

Anything starts because of money, and you will feel tired. Zhang Ling wrote the essay just to cultivate her leisure life, so I didn't particularly obstruct it. When we got home, she brought her computer and thought for three hours to write down a title, Qingqing Zijin!

I frowned and asked her, "What did you call this book for?" ”

Zhang Ling said to me: "Qingqing Zijin, take care of my heart." From the Book of Songs. ZHENG Feng. Zijin", as for the name of Lu, this is from the story. The protagonist of my book is called Zhang Zijin, the daughter of an empire, who was originally going to marry the prince of another empire, but on the eve of the wedding, the empire collapsed, and Zijin went into exile. After meeting a woodcutter, the two knew each other, and after Zijin fell in love with the woodcutter, he was found by the prince. After returning to the empire, she participated in the palace coup in the palace and understood that her empire was invaded by the third empire, and in an accident, she understood that all this was planned by the prince, Zijin was in the struggle, and was killed by her most beloved prince, but by chance, she left the empire. Zijin returned to the place where he met the woodcutter, and at this time Zijin was already in his fifties and full of silver hair. After many inquiries, Zijin realized that the woodcutter died in a mountain stream during a certain flash flood. Zijin revisited his hometown, but found that on that mountain, there was a Niangniang Temple, and this Niangniang Temple was the place where she met the woodcutter. Under the sorrow of Zijin, he became a nun in Niangniang Temple. ”

"Are you done?" I looked at Zhang Ling, who looked longing, and asked.

Zhang Ling nodded and said, "It's over, it's a beautiful story, right?" ”

I couldn't help but complain: "Bloody, hypocritical, contrived, rotten street." ”

"You ......," Zhang Ling glared at me.

My head spun and I said, "If you write pure love fantasy novels, it's better to write small and big, there is no need to follow the trend to write big scenes." You write about a farmer who has been conscripted into battle by the Empire, and his wife has been there for the rest of his life. When the news came that the farmer had died, his wife was widowed for him for the rest of his life. After his wife's death, the farmer, who had become a general, returned, recalled his wife's voice and appearance, and engraved the idiom Qingqing Zijin on his wife's tombstone. You don't need to write too many characters in this kind of text, write it from the perspective of a peasant husband and wife, write it in small case and big in micro case. ”

Zhang Ling's small mouth was long, and she glanced at me and said, "You don't have to worry about how I want to write." ”

I shrugged my shoulders and had to say no more. But after I made such a fuss, Zhang Ling's enthusiasm for writing articles was really ignited. She went back to her room with her notebook, sat on the bed and meditated for a long time, and then wrote the first paragraph: When I first met him, his eyes were wide open, and his whole expression was terrifying, but it was a little funny. Like the little donkey in Shrek, he hated me, and sooner or later he bowed to the woman who fell under the money, and then left in a bad mood......

……

Chen Yiming was in Shanghai, and the day after I returned from Hangzhou, I went to the World Financial Center next to the Jin Mao Tower alone to look for him. I briefly told him about the Huangpu plot, focusing on the identities of Aunt Wen Hui. Chen Yiming said to me with a smile: "Hao Ren, even if you want my life now, I agree, not to mention such a trivial matter, which needs the assistance of the capital market." Yes, I'll do it for you. But what your stepfather said to you at the beginning, I hope you can forget as much as possible over the years. ”

I nodded and said, "Uncle Chen, don't worry, as long as I have one bite to eat, there will definitely be ten of you." ”

Chen Yiming smiled helplessly, scratched his head and said to me: "You are really carved out of the same mold as the old fox, and you are surprisingly tricky." ”

I shrugged my shoulders, Chen Yiming pondered for a while and said to me: "If the woman surnamed Xia comes back next time, you can help me introduce her, her recent actions in the international capital market have given me a little headache, hehe." ”

I nodded and said, "As long as she's at home, I'll do you a favor, but unfortunately she's not at home now." ”

Chen Yiming didn't say much, and after a while she said, "It's almost the death of the old fox." ”

I thought about it for a moment, and now it's the end of March, and it's almost April, and it's really about to be the death of the old fox. People go to tea and cool, not to mention that the old fox is dead. Chen Yiming just reminded me like this, and didn't say anything more. And as I left the World Financial Center and took the bus, I looked back at the bottledriver-like building and smiled. How many people are glamorous on the surface, but they have long been ruined on the inside?

After leaving the World Financial Center, I didn't go home, but went to Kangping Road. went to see Wang Yingli, but Wang Yingli was not at home. Her secretary, She Xinyu, fell at her house, and She Xinyu told me that Wang Yingli had taken the little queen to the Hang Lung Commercial Building. I waited at Wang Yingli's house for a while, and then Wang Yingli came back. When she came back, she took the little queen, and the little girl was wearing a children's dress of a foreign brand, and she knew that the price was enough to make me staggered without asking.

She Xinyu stood up with a smile and said, "Mr. Wang, Hao Ren has been waiting for you for half an hour. ”

Wang Yingli said angrily: "I know the way, you go first." ”

She Xinyu glanced at the little queen, nodded and left. I looked at Shexinyu's back in some surprise, and said to Wang Yingli: "She's not bad, why are you cold to others." ”

Wang Yingli said: "Shen Guoqiang's eyeliner, can I give her a good face?" ”

I scratched my head a little helplessly, and the little queen said with a blank eye: "Mom, Sister Xinyu is not an undercover agent. ”

Wang Yingli glared at the little queen, and the little queen lowered her head and didn't speak, but Wang Yingli said: "You can have a deep friendship with her, and your mother doesn't object, but you can't change your mother's opinion of her." If you have the ability to become real friends with her, your mother will never object to you being together. ”

The little queen nodded thoughtfully, I was a little strange about Wang Yingli's education method. But the little queen put down her things very obediently and went back to the room to practice the piano, while Wang Yingli sat down, took off the high heels on her feet, revealing a pair of round black silk feet, and placed them horizontally on the sofa, a pair of beautiful jade feet exposed to the air, very attractive. Men have a special love for women who wear black silk, and I naturally don't pay much attention to her jade feet, but my self-control is not bad. So I told Wang Yingli what happened so far, and Wang Yingli nodded after listening to it and said, "I need a chance to do it." ”

"What chance?" I asked her.

Wang Yingli pondered for a while and said, "I need to wait and see." ”

I said helplessly, "Okay......"

Wang Yingli's so-called opportunity, in fact, I also know it. That's anything about this project in recent times. Now that the project is about to be completed, it is not easy to find an opportunity to make a move, resulting in the entire project being scrapped or changing hands. So we have to have a good reason, with the current strength in our hands, it is very difficult to do this.

But there is a good saying, opportunities are created by man, not given by God.

It's impossible to make those low-interest jobs or anything that affects this thing. What is needed now is a game of policy, and only when the policy is in place will some things about this project be exposed. But large-scale and powerful policies will never be introduced in a short period of time, so we need some policies that are detailed to this project.

And the formulation of these policies often does not require too high level of approval.

So I don't need to be in a hurry.

At the beginning of April, when the old fox died and was clear, I took Zhang Ling to the old fox's grave. I haven't been here for nearly two years, and there are a lot of weeds growing on the tomb. I removed the weeds and placed a bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone, and a pot of sake. Sitting there and talking to the old fox for a while, Zhang Ling sat next to me, wearing a black dress, looking very solemn.

After I finished speaking, Zhang Ling knelt in front of the tomb and kowtowed to the old fox, and said softly: "Old fox, you must bless Hao Ren to complete this matter, he doesn't have many opportunities, and the most important thing you give is this." ”——

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