Fu Hua really felt a little dumbfounded, but Zheng Jian was still Zheng Li's father and Fu Jin's grandfather. He couldn't ignore it, so he started the car and sent Zheng Jian home.
Zhou Juan opened the door for them. Maybe it was because Fu Hua was there. Zhou Juan didn't look very angry, but smiled reluctantly and said thank you to Fu Hua, and took the drunk Zheng Jian from his hand.
Fu Hua drove home. After all this tossing, it was already more than four o'clock in the morning. Fu Hua had no sleep, so he went to the study to browse the news online, and unexpectedly saw Zuo Ke's name in an art auction news.
According to the news, Zuo Ke has just sold a painting by a popular artist in the international art market. The price is 38 million U.S. dollars. Although the price is already high, it is still nearly lower than the price when he bought it. Thirty percent. It can be seen that Zuoke's current financial situation is distressed.
The reason for this situation is that it is rumored that a company controlled by Zuoke misappropriated funds from the United States to aid country M. The relevant departments of the United States are currently investigating this matter. Therefore, Zuo Ke urgently needs funds to fill the shortfall.
Fu Hua knows that the reason why many art auctions have repeatedly set sky-high prices is not to say that the auctioned artworks are so valuable. Many people say that art is priceless, and it seems normal to sell at sky-high prices. But in fact this is a false proposition.
Priceless actually means that value cannot be quantified. You can say that he is a sky-high price, or you can say that it is worthless. Therefore, behind the sky-high prices of artworks are often closely related to money laundering. Some people use this to launder some invisible money. This is how Zuoke bought and sold more than 80% of this painting.
Nearly eleven o'clock in the morning, when Fu Hua was working in Xihai Investment, Zheng Jian opened the door and walked in. Fu Hua glanced at him, Zheng Jian's face was pale, but his expression was okay: "Wake up?"
"The wine wakes up, but the stomach feels like a stomachache. I remember that I had a bowl of jellyfish soup in Haichuan City. It was a good dish for sobering up. I don’t know if the Haichuan restaurant on your side has this dish now. dish."
Jellyfish soup is really a well-known hangover dish in Haichuan. Fresh jellyfish is mixed with vinegar, garlic, sesame, salt and coriander, especially in the midsummer season. It is sour and refreshing when you drink it in your mouth. To cool off again, don't mention how delicious it is.
But this is also a seasonal dish by the sea, it must be in the summer when there are more jellyfish. Moreover, the jellyfish cannot be stored for too long. If it takes longer, the jellyfish will melt.
So it is not convenient for transportation and storage. Therefore, even in seasonal Haichuan-style restaurants, it is not always certain that this dish will be available.
Fu Hua knew that Zheng Jian did not come to the Haichuan Building for this dish. The dish was just an excuse. Zheng Jian actually wanted to use this as an introduction to elicit some of his attitudes towards what happened last night.
But the drama still has to be full, otherwise they will be embarrassed by each other. Fu Hua smiled and said, "You have to wait a moment. I ask the chef if I can have jellyfish soup today."
Fu Hua called, and smiled and said to Zheng Jian, "It's up to you. The chef said that there are really jellyfish in the airlifted materials today."
"Then I really enjoyed my food today, so I ate here at noon," Zheng Jian said with a smile, "How about kid, buy me a customer at noon?"
Fu Huaxin said that Zheng Jian is worthy of being an old gang. Yesterday, that happened. He actually ran up like a okay person and wanted him to treat him to dinner.
But this is not to say that Zheng Jian is such a faceless and skinless person. The actual situation may be the opposite. A big boss like Zheng Jian in Beijing can lose everything, that is, he can't lose face. This guy is probably there. What good thing to take care of him, this good thing can not only cover the things of last night, but also give him enough face to invite him to eat this meal.
Of course please don't eat this meal, Zheng Jian doesn't care, and he doesn't want to eat jellyfish soup that much. These are just for transition, so that when Zheng Jian makes suggestions in his plan, it doesn't appear so abrupt.
Fu Hua smiled and said, "Look at what you said, I can still take a meal."
"Then go?"
Fu Hua took a look at the time, and it was almost time for lunch, so he smiled and said, "Then go."
The two went to the Haichuan restaurant, first went to the back kitchen and ordered a few fresh seafood dishes, and then opened a private room. After sitting down, Fu Hua smiled and said, "You drank like that last night, Auntie Didn't you scold you?"
At the beginning, Fu Hua called Zhou Juan, a woman younger than herself, who had some psychological barriers, but after getting used to it, she screamed smoothly. However, his name was Aunt Zhou Juan, not to please Zheng Jian.
On the contrary, he was deliberately embarrassing Zheng Jian, reminding Zheng Jian not to forget what embarrassment he did last night, so that Zheng Jian could no longer use his previous posture to teach him.
Zheng Jian smiled bitterly: "Well, a long-winded sentence is always inevitable."
"That means you. Actually, you are. You are also old. You are not a young man. Be careful when you drink. If you are drunk, you will go to fools, and you will be arrested. What a shame. "Fu Hua said with a smile, "Even now I feel a little bit unable to drink. I will try my best to hide when I see the wine bureau, let alone you."
"I can't drink it anymore, thinking that back then, I drank twice as much alcohol, and there was still nothing."
"Okay, okay, don't brag about your prestige history. What did you want to do back then? I want to urinate against the wind back then, now, right?"
"Hi, boy, embarrass me?"
"How about embarrassing you?" Fu Hua knew that he couldn't give Zheng Jian the control of his speech, otherwise today's conversation would have completely entered Zheng Jian's rhythm, and Zheng Jian's appearance was very arrogant. It’s unacceptable, especially when it’s obvious today that he is going to give benefits to himself. "You don’t even look at your gray hair. You still have to come out to play at this age. Begonia?"
"Don't say it!" Zheng Jian cried out in pain, "Don't you just want me to admit that I am old? I admit that I am old, and my wife like a flower is guarding by my side, but I just don't Get up, take medicine, you’re satisfied now, are you satisfied? But I’m not reconciled, how old am I? Why am I getting old? Why should I go to such a place drunk, because only in In front of that kind of woman, I can regain the prestige of men in the past."