Next, the answer.
Shen Wei made one question wrong, and Miao Miao made five wrong questions.
"Wow! Mr. Shen, why are you so powerful?" Miao Miao looked admired, "Please take my knees."
It takes less time than her, and the accuracy rate is higher than her.
"I've read the title before, and it's not strange to do it fast, but you are the one," Shen Hun glanced at Miao Miao, smiling, "It's fast, and the accuracy is okay."
The praised Miao Miao: "Hey..." Kaisen!
In the process of correcting errors, the two not only analyzed the answers, but also expanded and consolidated the relevant knowledge points involved in the question.
By the end of the afternoon, all relevant knowledge of economic law has been obtained.
Shen Hou: "I will do another set of exercises tomorrow, and then start the next part-International Economics and Trade, remember to bring a book."
Miao Miao: "Okay!" I'm going to stay up all night to preview again...
To tell the truth, studying with Shen Hun, Miao Miao felt more tired than the third year of high school, but the sense of fulfillment was unprecedented.
First of all, the speed at which Shen Wei absorbs knowledge is unimaginable, and he can remember it almost once after reading it, and he can understand it the second time. You must be mindless and focused to the extreme to barely keep up with her.
Secondly, Shen Hou likes to extend the knowledge points and draw inferences. If the scope is not wide, it is difficult to understand what she is talking about. This requires that in addition to studying time, you must expand your knowledge on your own, from current affairs news to economics books, the more the better.
Miaomiao's ability to reach the current level is already the result of working hard day and night. At present, it is not enough. You have to work harder!
Leaving the cafe, Shen Hun drove Miao Miao home.
As soon as he turned back to the old house, the familiar black Mercedes appeared in his field of vision.
Ding!
When a WeChat message came in, Shen Wei glanced at it, two words, concise and concise—
"parking."
She pulled over and stopped, and Mercedes Benz braked.
Quan Hanting got out of the car, stepped forward, and naturally stretched out his hand to wrap her shoulders, as if he had done it thousands of times, as it should be.
"You are still addicted to it, right?" Shen Hou had no choice but to push him, unable to push him away, so he could only give up.
"I am happy. Go and eat." As he said, he changed his shoulders to hold hands, and dragged her into the car.
"Where to eat? What about your car?"
Facts proved that Shen Hun's worries were completely unnecessary. Just as Quan Hanting sat on her little Masha on the front foot, someone on the back foot drove away the Mercedes parked on the side of the road.
At this moment, Shen Hun was sitting in the co-pilot and looked at Quan Hanting in a blink of an eye: "What are you eating?"
"Good food."
"It's so mysterious..."
The man smiled quietly.
…
Juchun Garden, Xuanzi No. 1 private room.
Song Rin looked down at his watch for the Nth time, his eyebrows clenched, revealing a bit of unbearable anxiety.
A man in a suit and leather shoes slapped the table and said, "Let's wait! Let's—"
As soon as these words came out, several other people got up.
"Dong Zhang, stay calm and restless!" Song Lin got up and said to reassure: "Mr. Ma has already talked to me on the phone. He will be late for about a quarter of an hour if he has a temporary business. I think you won't mind a business of tens of millions of dollars. Have more patience?"
The man didn’t take this set, and sneered: “Success is a business. At the moment, the horoscope hasn’t changed. Why do you want seven or eight of us to wait for him to move forward? Mr. Song, you are here to talk about cooperation. Still come to be a grandson?"
Song Lin's face suddenly sank, "Dong Zhang, I respect you as an elder, but your elders must also look like elders. Please pay attention to your words and deeds in public places!"
"Heh... I am sitting here today, not as an elder. As a representative of the board of directors, I am only responsible for checking and accepting the results of project consultations, not cleaning up the mess. Ma Xiangqian failed to arrive in time and let everyone wait. Regardless of whether the other party is right or wrong, ask yourself, are you not at all wrong?"
Song Lin was dumb for a moment.
Zhang Dong coldly hums: "As you said, this is a big project of tens of millions, but the benefits and risks often coexist. Before the contract is officially signed, the other party may regret it at any time. In that case, why not send one The person who does things well is responsible for picking up and dropping off? Because your lack of thoroughness has caused the other party to have an excuse to delay, Song Rin, do you still want to shirk responsibility?"
"..."
The audience was silent and silent.
Song Lin gritted his teeth and tried to calm down, but the humiliation of the other party's naked and unrelenting face still made him extremely embarrassed, and moved his lips: "Uncle Zhang..."
"Mr. Ma is here!" At this moment, someone shouted.
With the sound of the door opening, Ma Qiang stepped in with his assistant, a casual POLO shirt wrapped around his chubby upper body, smiling like a good old man, joyously like a Maitreya Buddha.
"Yo! What's wrong? Why are they all standing? Mr. Song?"
Song Rin adjusted his expression, greeted him like a spring breeze, and shook hands with him: "Mr. Ma, you can count it! Please take a seat—"
Ma Xiangqian was not polite, walked to the position reserved for him, and greeted: "Don't just look at me alone, everyone is sitting!"
The people who were about to leave turned their inquiring gazes at Zhang Dong, who nodded slightly before they all sat back.
Song Rin deliberated and put out the prepared contract: "Mr. Ma, the plan we discussed before..."
"Hey!" Ma forward interrupted, raising his hand, and then picked up his chopsticks, "I'm sorry to keep everyone waiting, are you hungry? When eating, don't talk about business affairs, don't be so nervous, eat and eat..."
Song Lin hesitated, and met Zhang Dong's clear gaze, and suddenly understood the true meaning of the phrase "profits and risks live together... the other party may go back at any time".
Ma Xiangqian not only hangs him, but also intends to hang everyone present!
Song Rin's complexion changed several times.
On the contrary, Zhang Dong smiled generously and promptly opened up the atmosphere: "I heard that Ma is always from Fujian? Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, Zhang Xiangqi, one of the directors of MT Finance."
Ma Xiangqian pretended to be stunned, "It turned out to be Dong Zhang, and I was lucky enough to meet. That's right, my ancestral home is Fuzhou, and I went out for a career as an adult. I think I haven't been back for many years."
"Fuzhou? That's right, this Juchunyuan restaurant specializes in southern Fujian cuisine, especially this Buddha jumping over the wall, which is quite delicious."
Ma Xiangqian looked around and saw that Zhang Dong had already uncovered the Shaojiu jar, and a strong smell of meat wafted over his face. His eyes lit up: "It's really a Buddha jumping over the wall!"
"Try it?"
Ma Xiangqian couldn't wait to move his chopsticks, took a sip, and nodded again and again: "This taste is authentic!"
Zhang Dong filled the two with wine glasses: "Come on, I will respect Mr. Ma, for today's acquaintance."
Ma refuses to come forward. He himself likes to drink two glasses. You must know that China's "drinking table culture" is broad and profound.
And Zhang Dong also knows it well.
The old fried dough sticks in the two business fields, one cup after another, and the atmosphere is more active than when they ate alone with Song Rin before.
Song Lin was not stupid, and soon wanted to understand his problem.
He has always used the elites and businessmen in the industry to cope with Ma Xiangqian. He did not realize that compared with the profits that the cooperation case itself can bring, the other party actually values the "relationship maintenance" more.
To put it bluntly, it is the old-fashioned "talking about business at the wine table and signing a contract obscurely".
A meal was eaten for an entire hour.
During the period, Ma Xiangqian refused to mention the contract, he just ate and drink, and then talked to Zhang Dong Kantian by the way.
Song Lin knew that he had failed, so he stopped acting rashly.
On the contrary, it is harmonious and happy.
After drinking and eating, Ma Xiangqian was supported by his assistant, drunk and bid farewell, Song Lin and Zhang Qixiang escorted him to the elevator entrance.
"The two of you stay! Hiccup... Next time I'm going to be a hostess, I will definitely invite you back!"
"Be careful, Mr. Ma!" the assistant reminded him as he entered the elevator.
The moment the metal door was closed, the meal was officially ended.
"Mr. Song, do you know how to discuss business?" Zhang Qixiang said with a chuckle.
Song Lin gritted his teeth and said every word, "I have benefited a lot."
"That's good, it's not futile to run this trip. Although the nine sons of Longsheng are different from each other, you are more than one and a half cents worse than A Gan. Old Song is so confused that he actually entrusted such an important project to you. Responsible... huh..."
After finishing speaking, he laughed at himself, and left with the remaining Haohao.
Song Lin stood there, making a fist suddenly, his arms violently violently, "The old immortal..."
"Heh!" A sneer came from diagonally behind.
Song Lin turned his head back, the next second, her pupils suddenly tightened.
It happened by coincidence that Song Gan, the son of the Song family's direct son and the current president of MT Finance, happened to have a customer dinner at Juchunyuan.
After three rounds of drinking, the contract was also signed. The other party insisted on pestering him to fight for wine. Song Gan couldn't get rid of it. After barely drinking two glasses, he went to the bathroom as an excuse and took the opportunity to slip away.
But I didn't want to. As soon as I stepped out of the private room, I ran into Zhang Dong and his party, as well as his arrogant and arrogant brother, who happened to listen to the conversation thoroughly. Among them, he also mentioned...
As for the "Old Immortal", Song Rin's pronunciation was not obvious, but he still couldn't escape Song Gan's ears.
"Dad didn't teach you to respect the old and love the young?"
Song Lin recovered from the initial surprise, and sarcastically pulled the corner of his mouth, "Is the eldest brother teaching me?"
"Can't I teach you?" Song Gan asked back.
"An illegitimate child, don't bother with your eldest brother." Song Lin's eyes were filled with gloom, like a black cloud, which could not be blown away by the strong wind, and the light could not be dispelled.
"Uncle Zhang is the first group of veterans who followed his father to fight the world, I warn you to keep your mouth clean!" There are faint similarities between Song Gan and Song Lin's eyebrows, but Song Gan is a little bit less gloomy and more gloomy. Divided brightly and frankly, which made his whole person's temperament completely different. Even if he was a bit angry at this moment, it would not make people feel shocked, but there was a kind of inexplicable majesty.
This is the righteousness that children who grow up in the sun, have an orthodox bloodline, and an orthodox identity can develop.
And these are exactly the things Song Lin desires strongly, but couldn't ask for it.
He is not angry, he is jealous, so the hatred is hard to quell.
"Uncle Zhang?" Song Rin sneered at the words Zhang Qixiang said when embarrassing him in public in the private room, and said, "He has to admit it."
Song Gan frowned.
"Since the uncle is not like the uncle, why should I give him the corresponding respect? Oh, I almost forgot, it is not my uncle, but the eldest brother your uncle, no wonder you will help him out."
"Song Rin, your last name is Song like mine!" The implication is to tell who is in the family and who is in the family, and there is no need to say these sour words to punish his heart!
"Huh..." Song
"If I can, I would like to change my last name."
Since some people are shameless, Song Gan no longer tolerates it. "There is an interesting idiom called-cocoon and self-restraint. It completely separates you and me, even the relationship between you and the Song family. Even if you want to, the reality will make you aware of it. Retreat."
"Really?" He smiled disapprovingly.
Song Gan stepped closer and lowered his voice: "If it weren't for me to let go, do you think Jufeng Group's project would fall to you so easily? Before that, Dad specifically consulted with me, do you know?"
Song Lin went stiff.
"Oh, I don’t know what your expression looks like." Song Gan shook his head and showed pity. "Under the circumstances at that time, believe it or not, as long as I say'no', you won’t even know the side of this project. I can’t touch it! I thought about the little brother’s affection and let Dad decide for himself. This gave you the arrogant capital in front of me now! But in fact—"
"You, Song Rin, cherish the opportunity to stand up, but it is my kind gift for a while. I thought I picked up a baby, but I never thought it was I to throw away the garbage that I don't need."
Compared to the poisonous tongue, Song Gan does not lose to anyone.
The whole paragraph does not contain a dirty word, but it is as sharp as a needle, and every sentence pokes the heart.
As the saying goes, the enemy knows you best.
Song Gan had been fighting with him for these years, and he had already figured out Song Rin's seven inches, and knew what to do to make him suffer to the extreme.
"Shut up! Brotherly affection? Ha... There is no one here, so you don't need to put on that fake face. The most unqualified person in the world to say these four words is you!"
Song Gan was unmoved, and looked at him with a calm and deadly look. If Song Rin takes a little longer, he can see how disappointed that look is.
Unfortunately, he is not only blind, but also blind.
Song Gan: "Your origin is not my fault, nor is it my mother's fault. It's miserable, it's not an excuse, so you can do it yourself."
In his early years, when Song Rin was taken home by his father, Song Gan admitted that he had been dissatisfied, but he quickly accepted this fact.
As the two grew older and gradually gained the responsibility and tolerance of a man, Song Gan understood the situation and mood of this younger brother a little bit.
Although sympathy is not overwhelming, but in some matters, after all, I still close one eye and choose to be tolerant. For example, he could have taken over the Jufeng Group project this time to do it himself, but in the end he gave Song Rin a chance.
He didn't believe that Song Rin could not think of this level, and Song Gan didn't expect this gloomy brother to be grateful, but he wouldn't treat him like an enemy!
Even if I had expected it earlier, I couldn't stop the cold in my heart.
If this continues, Song Rin’s path will only get narrower and narrower, and eventually face the cliff, unable to retreat!
Song Gan wanted to save, but was powerless.
No matter, each has his own life, all depends on his own good fortune...
Song Rin couldn't understand the complexity in the other's eyes, and didn't bother to explore it. "Then I also advise you, eldest brother: The road is still long, let's just wait and see."
Just then, when the elevator arrived, Song Lin sneered and stepped inside.
Song Gan shook his head mockingly. It seems that he didn't even listen...
No longer thinking about it, the man turned around and returned to the private room. Naturally, a new round of pouring was inevitable, but this time, he took the initiative a lot.
"Mr Song, good drinker!"
"Come on, it's full, you won't be drunk or go home tonight!"
"Haha..."
Soon after Song Gan entered, a slender figure abducted from the corner, and subconsciously shook the drops of water on his hand, only to find that he had stood for too long and watched a good show of brothers crossing the wall. The water had already evaporated. Without a trace.
Shen Hou walked to Tianzi No.1 and opened the door to enter.
Quan Hanting smiled and waved to her: "Come here, sit here."
Shen Hou Yiyan.
"If you don't come back, the dishes will be cold." As he said, he carefully handed the chopsticks to her.
"Thank you."
"Try the Buddha Jumping the Wall here, the taste is still authentic."
As soon as the jar was opened, the strong smell of meat stubbornly penetrated into his nostrils, and Shen Hun's entire face was bright.
The Buddha jumps over the wall, also known as Mantanxiang, Fushouquan, and belongs to Fujian cuisine.
It is said that the process of this delicacy is cumbersome and there are more than a dozen kinds of raw materials.
Shen Hui turned it over. She knew sea cucumbers, abalones, shark fins, scallops, pigeon eggs, duck delicacies, fish maws, scallops, pigeons, ribs, ham, pork belly, lamb elbows, hoof tips, and tendons. , Chicken gizzards, duck gizzards, mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots.
Not to mention that there are still many people who don't know.
These are all mixed together, piled in a wine jar, for the meat-loving woman, it is not too fucking!
Therefore, the whole process from now on can only see her biting hard, sweating profusely, and her face contented.
In addition to eating it herself, Quan Hanting was also responsible for helping her pick up vegetables.
When they were six or seven times full, the two people started talking and chatting—
"how is the taste?"
"There is quite a lot of meat." This is Shen Hun's answer.
The man couldn't laugh or cry: "If one day you only eat green vegetables, you won't be crying stupidly?"
Shen Wei thought for a while, and replied with seriousness: "First of all, I'm not picky eaters. I can eat both vegetables and meat, but the meat tastes better, so I like it better."
It's just "more" like it. Shen Hun knows exactly what her body needs. What she eats is only for one purpose, which is to strengthen her physique, and strive to make herself not as sick and crooked as in her previous life, so even if she doesn't like or particularly unpalatable food , As long as it is useful for the body, she would not hesitate to put it in her mouth, and then force herself to swallow.
It seems that no matter how bad it is, it is not that bad anymore.
"Secondly, greens are as good as greens, I don't dislike it."
"In the end, I won't cry, let alone cry for such trivial things."
One, two, three, clearly organized and distinct.
Quan Hanting loved her serious little appearance so much that he wanted to hug, hug, and kiss her.
…
After eating, the two left the restaurant.
The night breeze was blowing, sending a few wisps of refreshing coolness.
Quan Hanting's palm opened and closed several times, hesitating to hold Shen Hu's hand.
Finally, gritted his teeth hard and grabbed it.
"Hiss—" Shen Hou took a breath. This person would lead him if he wanted to. How could he be stupid like a bull? The back of her hand hurts!
Quan Hanting apparently realized that he was using too much force, and immediately slowed down, but never let go of her hand.
"Houhou, Houhou..."
"What's your name?" She couldn't help but laugh.
The man leaned to Shen Hun’s neck and sprayed the breath on her tender skin, with a swell of heat and dampness, "When on earth did you promise my girlfriend? Huh?"
The ending sound is light, rising into a tune, with an inexplicable sensuality and bewitching.
The poignant night, the high-hanging moon, the dim and hazy street lamp, the man who is three points more refined than the demon...
Shen Hunfu's head was so beautiful that what he saw was such a beautiful scenery.
If you don't like it, it's fake.
After the heart is moved, it is the return of reason.
Quan Hanting clearly saw the fleeting shaking in her eyes, but in a flash, they returned to a piece of unshakable coldness.
"You like me." He said.
The man under the street lamp has focused and sincere eyes, firm and stubborn expression.
After a long while, when Quan Hanting thought she would not respond, or denied it with silence, Shen Hun spoke softly—
"Yes."
She likes him.
Who doesn't like a man who looks good, has a good body, holds authority, covers the sky with one hand, is considerate to himself, is safe in everything, and does not hesitate to lower his body and pursue hard pursuits, who doesn't like
Shen Hun is not a single piece of iron, nor is it a stone wall. She has a heart, affection, throbs, and feels hard to restrain herself.
However, her calmness prevailed.
Therefore, before the man had time to be ecstatic, he was beaten back to his original form by the woman's next words—
"But I like it to me. It's just a small part of life, so small that it can be ignored or even completely thrown away. Quan Hanting—" This is the first time she called his name in such a solemn tone. , It sounds good, but the man is not happy at all.
"I can give you not much, not proportional to what you paid..."
"I don't care!" he said anxiously.
Shen Hou shook his head, "Listen to me first. This kind of disparity is both cruel to you and torture to me."
"Torture?"
"Yes. You should not be treated unfairly if you are such a good person, and I can't bear to see you suffer all this."
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Round to six thousand words, everyone is happy to read the text, and the emotional line will soon break the ice~