After school in the afternoon, Wen Liang was stopped by the guard at the school gate. The guard was a man in his sixties, but his eyes were sharp and his body was very strong. He said in a rough voice: "Where are you going? Students are not allowed to go out!"
Wen Liang looked at him and said with a smile, "Uncle, are you new here?"
"What's wrong with the newcomer?" The old man glared, his beard almost standing up, and said, "Even if he's new, how can he control you monkeys?"
Wen Liang felt his pocket and found that he didn't have his pass with him. He said patiently, "Uncle, I'm a day student and I have a pass."
"How old are you?"
"Senior year!"
The old man smiled like an old fox and said, "You still want to deceive me? All the seniors live in the school, so where did the day student come from? Go back quickly, or I will arrest you and take you to the political education department, be careful of the punishment!"
Pretty smart, Wen Liang scratched his head and stared at the old man, he was at a loss for a moment. The guards knew him and knew he had a special pass approved by the school, so they just ignored it and no one would be bothered to check, so Wen Liang, who was used to facial recognition, was like an old revolutionary who encountered a new problem today.
"How about this, you let me out first, and I'll bring you the pass when I come to school tomorrow, how about that?"
The old man looked at Wen Liang like he was an idiot, held up two fingers, and asked, "What's this?"
Wen Liang was confused and asked, "Two!"
"Yes, you are stupid, but I am not stupid. Just do what you need to do and stop talking to me!"
Oh, it turns out that this old man is not only smart, but also has a bit of dry humor. Wen Liang was helpless and had to take out his mobile phone to call Zhang Yihan. Hua Xique could have solved this little thing, but Wen Liang didn't have his mobile phone number, and when he called the office, it was already closed.
After the phone call was connected, Wen Liang felt a little embarrassed. He was troubling Zhang Yihan for such a small matter. He really didn't treat the principal as a cadre. However, Zhang Yihan didn't know what good news was going on. He was in a good mood. After hearing what Wen Liang said, he smiled and said, "Give him the phone."
"Hey, Principal Zhang!" Wen Liang handed over the phone.
The old man took the phone with a doubtful look, flipped through it in his hand, and muttered, "What a rare thing..."
"Is this the guard room? I'm Zhang Yihan. Wen Liang has a special case. You don't need to be checked in and out anymore. Do you understand?"
The old man put the phone to his ear, wondering if this kid, who was obviously not a good student, had just found someone to deceive him. But when he heard Zhang Yihan's majestic voice, he subconsciously straightened his hunched back and said, "I understand!"
Wen Liang put away his phone, smiled and said hello to the old man, and went out through the small side door. The old man stared at his figure until he disappeared, and then he said silently: "It should be the principal's voice, right? It sounds like an official, and ordinary people can't pretend to be like that..."
He took a taxi to the Qinghe Soy Milk Building. Si Ya was waiting at the door. She greeted him and asked, "What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"
"Nothing," Wen Liang pointed to the computer in the office and said, "I want to go online!"
Si Yajing turned on the phone and said with a smile, "I thought you had no interest in surfing the Internet. Last time I saw you, you were only concerned about the general direction of the development of the Internet industry..."
Wen Liang is not without interest. In his previous life, he played computer games all night long more times than Si Yajing had ever touched a computer. It's just that he really can't stand the current computer configuration and Internet speed, and he also doesn't like the interface of WIN95.
"I'm here to find some news. Go ahead and do your work. You don't have to accompany me."
Due to the nature of the work at Qinghe Soy Milk, the commuting time is longer than that of other companies in the same building, but hard work pays off, and the salary and benefits are far higher than those of other companies, so the employees have no complaints.
Si Yajing nodded in understanding, went to the corner to make a cup of tea for Wen Liang and brought it over, then left the office and closed the door gently.
Wen Liang opened IE, which was the .0 version released last year, but it already had the basic prototype of the later IE, so it was convenient to use. 1997 is known as the first year of the Internet. In January of that year, Zhang Chaoyang, who graduated from MIT, founded the ITC website, and in February of the following year, Sohu was officially launched; in June of that year, Ding Lei, a Ningbo native, gave up his iron rice bowl at the Telecommunications Bureau and founded NetEase with two friends, with a registered capital of 500,000, three employees, and an office area of 8 square meters; in September of that year, Wang Lidong used 40% of the shares of Solitaire to exchange for 6.5 million US dollars in venture capital. In November, the first Internet post "Dalian Jinzhou Does Not Believe in Tears" appeared in the Sports Salon section of the Solitaire website. In January of the following year, Solitaire merged with Huayuan.com to form Sina.
The three major portal websites that dominated the future Internet were all initially formed in this year. The three young people who were going to be influential in the future were still in the passionate age of entrepreneurship. However, they might not have expected that their originally destined fate would be deviated because of the tiny wings of a butterfly.
I clicked on a news website and found that the headline had indeed published the full text of the conference communiqué. This is also the characteristic of online media taking precedence over traditional media. Without the Internet, if you want to see the same content, you have to wait until the newspaper comes out tomorrow morning at the earliest.
Wen Liang started from the first line of names, reading one name at a time, without missing a single one, to the fifth name on the third line, Ning Huchen. He continued reading down, and down, until the last line, but did not find Zhuang Maoxun's name.
Sure enough, history changed. Ning Huchen remained in office, but Zhuang Maoxun, who was supposed to be the substitute, stumbled. This mistake would delay his career by at least five years.
How many five-year periods do we have in our life
Wen Liang scrolled the webpage to the top, scrolled down again, then closed his eyes, crossed his hands, and leaned quietly in the chair.
Although he had known the answer from Ning Xi a long time ago, the feeling he had when he saw the communiqué was still so strong. This was the charm of power, which made countless people rush forward and indulge in it, even if it meant their own death and the destruction of their families. This was also the cruelty of power. Yesterday, they were in high spirits, but today, they fell from the clouds. No one knew what would happen in the next moment, and no one knew how far they could go.
This is the most suitable stage for ambitious people, and also the most suitable stage to display personal ambitions. No matter it is for becoming a superior person or for pacifying the world, if you leave here, you will have nothing!
So Yan Qixiu was crazy about love, and Zhuang Shaoxuan was mad about hatred. They were all once favored children of heaven, but from the moment they left the stage of power, they were already disheartened.
After sitting in the office for a long time, Wen Liang finally received another call from Ning Xi. The Ning family had been in turmoil for the past two years, but fortunately, after all kinds of efforts, relying on luck and strength, they moved back and forth between the left and right, and once again stood at the top of the country. It is conceivable that from this morning till now, they have to entertain many overt and covert congratulations and celebrations. It is difficult to help in times of need, but there must be many people who can add icing on the cake.
Ning Xi is now the head of Hengsha Mining. She is no longer the little girl who had to hide abroad when she encountered a storm. She represents the rise of the third generation of the Ning family and the hope for the next 20 years. Naturally, she has to stand in the forefront and accept the scrutiny and judgment of others.
Undoubtedly, she did a great job!
Almost all the elders of the Ning family, as well as the powerful figures of the young and middle-aged generations, praised Ning Xi highly. Ren Zhongping, who usually didn't praise anyone much, even said bluntly that Ning Xi was a precious tree of the Ning family, and it was a blessing for the family to have such a daughter!
Regardless of whether it is sincere or not, as long as Ning Huchen, this towering tree, stands tall, the Ning family will no longer have to worry about urgent matters and can train a successor step by step. Of course, they must also be prepared to deal with the harsh winds and frosts that will follow!
"At the end of September, the Thai baht forward contract will expire and you will have to come to Mingzhu again..."
Wen Liang nodded, understanding what Ning Xi meant. All the cards had been revealed today, and the Ning family was once again at the center of the storm. Ning Xi was also shining, and he, who had once hidden behind her, was no longer so safe. Therefore, he had to hurry up and make a clean break between the two of them.
In other words, the breakup that was decided in Mingzhu earlier has come to a head!
On September 30th, Ning Xi was in charge of the InterContinental Hotel. Under the unified command of Christie, the hedge funds began to close their positions and leave the market. The settlement was completed three days later, and the total profit was as high as 270 million US dollars. If the Thai government had not struggled again later, the profit would have been even higher.
On October 1st, during the National Day holiday, Wen Liang went to Mingzhu alone, and was picked up at the airport by Shen Jia. When asked about the cat girl, she said, "Oh no, she has changed her name to Chu Wan now." "Shuowen" explains it this way, Wan means smooth!
This was her way of obeying both fate and Wen Liang's arrangement, and coming to Mingzhu to start her life anew.
"Ms. Chu has bought a storefront on Nathan Road in Tsim Sha Tsui. She has hired the city's most famous design company and arranged for workers to renovate it. It should be open to the public in three months..."
Wen Liang didn't expect the progress to be so fast, especially since buying a shop on Nathan Road was ten times more difficult than renting one. He glanced at Shen Jia, who had always maintained a respectful attitude, and smiled, "Thank you for your help, Miss Shen!"
It can be imagined that Chu Wan's movements here were all arranged by Shen Jia. The city citizenship was certainly not done so quickly, but being able to buy a house on Nathan Road in more than a month showed that her methods were really sharp.
"It's not a big deal. It's my job!" Shen Jia smiled, showing all eight teeth at the right time. His appearance and posture were impeccable. He said, "Boss Wen, just call me by my name from now on."
Wen Liang nodded and looked at the scenes of the Oriental Pearl through the car window. Many things came to his mind, but in the end, it all turned into helplessness!
It’s still too slow, too slow!
Every time he thought about what Ning Xi was about to face and that he could only stand by and watch, that feeling really made him uncomfortable!
The Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of the InterContinental Hotel. Wen Liang and Shen Jia went from the lobby to the elevator on the first floor. When they passed the lounge, they subconsciously looked over there, thinking about how they happened to meet Zhu Zixuan during their last trip to Mingzhu.
But things in the world are so unexpected. Across the noisy crowd, Zhu Zixuan sat alone and quietly in the place where they had drunk tea together last time, turning her head to look at the sails in Victoria Harbour.
The next moment, she turned her head and her eyes met Wen Liang's. Wen Liang nodded slightly, left a smile, and then walked towards the elevator.
When the elevator door closed, Zhu Zixuan was pleasantly surprised at first, but then she smiled faintly and sadly! (To be continued)