Today is a weekday and there are not many people in the cafe. After she finished her coffee, she got up and went to the bar to buy more. She passed a table next to her, and an old man in his fifties sat. She had sharp eyes, first glimpsed that the old man was using a HP notebook, and then caught a glimpse of him working on a ppt file, but he couldn't draw a box with a mouse.
Mu Hanxia stopped: "Uncle, do you want me to paint for you?"
The old man raised his head and looked at her. It was a very clear face, with bright and deep eyes. He was wearing an old-fashioned tunic with only a shirt underneath, and was thin. It seems that some people accidentally call him uncle in such a place. The old man was silent for a few seconds and smiled: "Okay, please help me, thank you."
Mu Hanxia easily helped him draw a few boxes and taught him shortcut keys. Although the old man is old, he is very clever, he learns carefully, and he masters it quickly.
In fact, before this, Mu Hanxia had an impression of him. Because there are not many people in the museum these days, he and she are always there at the same time. Moreover, as an elderly person, he is still very eye-catching in this kind of entrepreneurial cafe. Mu Hanxia also asked the little brother at the bar: "Who is this uncle?" The little brother at the bar replied in a low voice, "It seems to be a retired professor from a certain university. His surname is Fang. You can call him Lao Fang. He has some research results. , I want to find investment. At such an old age, it looks pitiful." Mu Hanxia nodded clearly, so seeing him competing with ppt today, she couldn't help but help.
After helping him, Mu Hanxia returned to his position without caring too much, and continued to concentrate on writing his own plan. She was focused, her eyes fixed on the screen. After an unknown amount of time, I suddenly heard a clear voice behind him: "This sentence is grammatically wrong."
Mu Hanxia was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Lao Fang. He did not know when he came behind her and was watching the PPT she made. Mu Hanxia followed his line of sight, his eyes returned to the screen, and his face was slightly red. Although she is good at English in high school, she is at high school level. Everyone in the entrepreneurial cafe is bilingual. She basically ponders and writes while looking up the dictionary.
"Willbringgreatinfluencetotheindustry (brings a huge impact on the industry), not industry." Lao Fang said, the level of fluency and purity of spoken language makes Mu Hanxia envious.
"Oh, thank you." Mu Hanxia immediately changed, "I'm dizzy writing this."
Lao Fang's eyes were still on her screen. After watching it for a while, he looked a little surprised: "You have a very in-depth analysis and a very sharp point of view. Very good."
Mu Hanxia smiled, not being modest or timid, but said, "Thank you Lao Fang for your compliment."
Lao Fang smiled and asked again, "You're still young, so you're only twenty-two, right? Which university did you graduate from?"
Mu Hanxia replied, "I never went to university."
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Two days later is the weekend. Mu Hanxia got up early and went to a park near Qingyu Square. Some people were already practicing in the morning. She jogged around and didn't meet anyone she knew. She felt a little regretful in her heart.
After she ran for several laps, when she came to rest by the pool, she saw a thin figure, wearing a satin tai chi suit, playing tai chi by the water, who wasn't Lao Fang
Mu Hanxia smiled and walked over. I wanted to say hello, but he closed his eyes, looked focused, and had a calm and elegant demeanor, so he couldn't be bothered. After standing for a while, I simply followed him and learned to play Tai Chi.
After Lao Fang finished a full set of punches, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a girl beside him, gesticulating in a decent manner. Not to mention, although the action is jerky, it looks quite spiritual. He was not surprised, but stood up with his fists closed and asked, "Why are you here?"
Mu Hanxia replied, "Come and exercise. I've been in a coffee shop all the time recently, but I didn't expect such a good place beside it. Lao Fang, do you also live next to the coffee shop just to find investment?"
Lao Fang smiled and replied, "Well. Have you had breakfast yet?"
"No."
"Let's eat together."
"OK."
The two walked out of the park, and there were several restaurants and breakfast stalls not far away. But when Mu Hanxia walked with him to the door of a store, he backed away: "Drink porridge, eat eggs and pickles?"
Lao Fang replied, "Yes. The porridge in this shop is well cooked, and there is no messy smell of oil and salt. I often come here to eat."
But Mu Hanxia is greedy for the taste of oil and salt, she thought for a while, turned to look at the storefront with "hot and sour noodles" hanging not far away, and said, "If you don't like this old Fang, you go to eat first, I'll go. Eat a bowl of hot and sour noodles, and then have a bowl of porridge."
Lao Fang was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and without reluctance, shook his head and walked into the store by himself.
Mu Hanxia brought a bowl of hot and sour noodles, stood by the road, and started eating.
Lao Fang sat down in the store, just picked up the chopsticks, and saw her figure when he looked up. He glanced at it a few times, couldn't stand it any longer, got up and walked out of the store again.
Seeing him come out, Mu Hanxia was quite surprised: "What's the matter, Lao Fang?"
Lao Fang, a well-educated old man, said helplessly and gently, "How can you stand on the road to eat? Come in with me and sit down to eat."
Mu Hanxia, however, took the last bite of the noodles unconcernedly, then threw the paper bowl into the trash can next to him, and said, "Then you don't know, we are all like this in Jiangcheng. I don't have that much time, sit down. eat slowly."
Lao Fang looked at her, thoughtful and silent. Finally nodded: "So it is."
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A few days later, Mu Hanxia went to the company, and just after sitting down, Lin Mochen called him in.
She didn't look up, but she could feel his gaze, always fixed on her face.
After all... Since that day, she refused to eat with him and stayed in the cafe, and the two hadn't seen each other for three days.
"What are you doing these days?" he asked.
"The task you explained, Qingyu Cafe."
"What's the gain?"
Mu Hanxia shook his head: "It's nothing." He looked up at him again: "What do you want me to gain?"
Their eyes finally met. Mu Hanxia looked into his dark eyes, and suddenly felt that the little cold war that day disappeared in an instant. And he stared at her for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "You are smart, flexible, kind, decisive, and ambitious. I sent you to the entrepreneurial cafe because I thought you might create infinite possibilities for me."
Mu Hanxia was stunned. She had followed him for so long, and it was the first time she had heard such a high evaluation from him. I thought it wasn't because I was chasing her that I coaxed her like that, right? But she actually knew very well in her heart that Lin Mochen wouldn't pursue girls in such a way. If he said it, he was telling the truth.
The throbbing heat in her heart couldn't calm down. The mouth answered lightly: "Oh."
Lin Mochen stared at her blushing face, with dodging eyes, there was a bit of emotional entanglement in his heart. Now he understands that this emotion is called pity. He wanted to get this emotion from her.
Press for the time being, step by step.
He asked again, "What kind of people have you met at the coffee shop lately?"
Mu Hanxia also calmed down and replied, "Most of them are entrepreneurs, and there are also a few investors, but most of them don't have a deep conversation. There are also special people, I'm making friends, let's be honest with each other. However, they may really just be a downer. Just an old man."
She said vaguely, but Lin Mochen chuckled and said, "Don't play stupid, you must be clear in your heart."
Mu Hanxia smiled and stopped talking.
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The lights are on.
Rao Wei, general manager of Rongyue Group's real estate business, and several confidants are having a meeting in the conference room. This was not a large-scale meeting, and it was Feng Chen's issue that was discussed.
Although Zhang Yifang also knew the existence of Lin Mochen, as the chairman of the Ten Billion Group, he naturally wouldn't personally ask about Fengchen. The sniping plan against Feng Chen naturally fell to Rao Wei, who was in charge of the real estate.
A manager said: "Mr. Rao, it is clear that Feng Chen will target three plots A, B and C next month and participate in the government's bidding."
Rao Wei, who is thirty-five this year, has been conscientious and steady. Of course, as Zhang Yifang's old minister, he also inherited Zhang Yifang's more ruthless style. And Zhang Yifang actually gave such a high evaluation to Lin Mochen as a hairy young man, which also made Rao Wei feel unhappy in his heart. It was an instinctual displeasure. He asked, "Is the news reliable?"
"Reliable. The real estate company that Lin Mochen acquired is not airtight. In a few days, their plans may flow out."
Rao Wei smiled and said: "With their strength, it is impossible to win three plots at the same time. Now, for them, a plot with moderate size and great value-added potential must be a new entrant like them. , eagerly eager. I guess, Lin Mochen's first choice is block C, followed by B, and finally A. "
"Mr. Rao, you are too accurate! I heard that their bidding direction is like this!"
Rao Wei said with a heavy smile: "If you really let them win the C plot, then they will be able to gain a firm foothold in the real estate industry in Lin City. Rongyue has to win the three plots. Especially the C plot, let The planning department should do it as the most important project this year, and we must devote all our energy and the best resources to me, and cannot give Lin Mochen any chance!"