Turing’s Code

Chapter 13

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Guan Yue has a nickname at the headquarters called "Goldfinger", which can be traced back to the early morning of the day when Britain left the European Union. Guan Yue just walked into the previous company silently, and in front of everyone, pressed the enter key with his finger. One decision turned stone into gold in an instant, setting a record for the headquarters that no one can match in history.

"In case of failure..." the chief financial officer said, "From this comprehensive assessment, it is very possible. I think you know the situation at the headquarters better than me."

Guan Yue stared at the aircraft carrier model for a while, feeling a bit at a loss as to what to do. Although PPE is not purely liberal arts, it is not proficient in science and engineering. Guan Yue is not a fan of the military. He took a fort and read it over and over again. Compared with the assembly manual, he felt that they all looked similar.

Tong Kai switched to the role of legal counsel, and said seriously: "I would venture to ask, Mr. Guan, do you have some key information about the inside story of Epeus's operations that we don't know?"

"No." Guan Yue would only seriously answer Tong Kai's words at such times.

"Then, I object to the proposal," said the treasurer.

Tong Kai did not say a word, and continued to look down at the documents in his hand. He was given only three pages, all of which were legal-related issues. The risk assessment and specific procedures were in the hands of the chief financial officer. But the guarantee at the commercial level involves quite complicated content, and Tong Kai knows that what he has to give is far greater than these few pieces of paper.

The chief financial officer thought about it. In fact, for nearly a week, since Guan Yue made this proposal, he has been seriously thinking about it every day. For this reason, he even convened two cross-departmental teams that specialize in investing in technology start-up companies for a meeting. Both teams have quite impressive performance. After everyone’s analysis, the advice given to him was “don’t invest.” .

Guan Yue didn't hand over the proposal to any project team, but directly gave it to the chief financial officer. This in itself was a clear signal. Both Tong Kai and the chief financial officer speculated about Guan Yue's intentions.

The chief financial officer suddenly said: "I think Wen Tianyue and Wen Tianhe and the two brothers have discussed it long ago during the bankruptcy crisis of Epeus."

"How to say?" Tong Kai raised his head from the file and asked.

With a calm expression on his face, Guan Yue decided to start from the fort, and didn't have much reaction to the Chief Financial Officer's words. Mario explained to Tong Kai: "Obviously, Wen Tianyue knew he was out of the game. Once he announced his financial details, no one would come to his rescue. He could only run away and leave the stall to his younger brother Wen Tianhe Let Wen Tianhe save the company's fate through his connections."

"As long as Wen Tianyue is here, there will be no organization to inject capital into Epeus." The chief financial officer said, "So Wen Tianyue is the one who is really responsible. As for Wen Tianhe, the industry will give birth to him more or less. With a heart of sympathy, thinking about their father's old love back then, I reached out and gave him a hand. I even suspect that Wen Tianyue is remotely controlling Wen Tianhe overseas."

Tong Kai said: "Mario, what you said today is very strange, unlike the usual you. This is financing, not playing "Monopoly". If you are resurrected without an off-site recall, you can only become a beggar if you go bankrupt, and you can't eat sympathy. "Speaking of this, there was a sudden silence. In the office, there was only a soft "pop" sound when Guan Yue cut off the connection point with a utility knife.

The two looked at Guan Yue together.

The chief financial officer is a smart person who can wink, but there are some things that he must say even if Guan Yue is upset.

"1.4 billion." Chief Financial Officer said to Tong Kai, "This is not a joke, Mr. Tong."

This was for Guan Yue, his tone was already very serious, Guan Yue finally replied coldly: "I know how many zeros there are in 1.4 billion."

Tong Kai thought for a while and said, "Fortunately, it's more than 200 million US dollars. If the RMB falls below 7, it will only be 200 million."

If it is not for work reasons, the chief financial officer simply does not want to talk to these rich people.

Guan Yue said "Yes", very satisfied that Tong Kai was so understanding at the critical moment, and said, "Prepare for TS."

The treasurer took a breath and wanted to say something, but in the end he endured it.

Tong Kai said: "I am asking a question beyond my authority, anyway, your company has long been used to me exceeding my authority."

Guan Yue lowered his head, frowned, and concentrated on studying the small fort in his hand. It looked a little different from the one in the manual, with a 2 mm bump, which Guan Yue had already planned to glue on. It was on, but his intuition reminded him that if he stuck to it like this, it would be like ignoring a small detail when making a decision, and the entire aircraft carrier would be destroyed later.

"Do you think this project can make money?" Tong Kai said, "Or is it just for fun? This is related to how I will do your intention and formal contract."

"I'm confident." Guan Yue replied casually, and finally gave up the act of forcibly sticking it on, put down the fort in his hand, and replaced it with a new round of comparison with the manual.

The chief financial officer still didn't give up and said: "It's just a deferred guarantee for bankruptcy. I think it's nothing. The interest and cost are trivial, but the guarantee for bankruptcy itself is two different things."

Tong Kai said: "The boss's golden finger is invincible and invincible in all battles, but when it comes to the contract stage, the evaluation process must go through, and all meetings must not be simplified. As Mario said, there is no problem with postponement. When it comes to bankruptcy guarantee , still subject to performance evaluation and voting.”

Guan Yue acquiesced.

"Crazy." Tong Kai thought for a while, and finally gave the most appropriate evaluation, "But I like it."

"I like it too." Guan Yue looked at the model intently, and said four words without raising his head.

Tianhe finally finished his PPT, and demonstrated it to a row of little dolls placed on the sofa. Pro said, "If you care, I can use your voice to automatically play it on the public channel. You Just lip-sync."

Tianhe: "It's just a five-minute speech, and it's too crazy to lip-sync."

Pu Luo: "I'm just afraid that you are too involved and exceed the time."

Tianhe: "Then let them listen. No one dares to forcibly lift me off the stage after the time limit... Okay, let's do this first, go out. Aunt Fang, I won't go home for dinner tonight."

"Where are you going?" Aunt Fang came out of the room and asked.

Tianhe said: "Guanyue Company, his assistant called me suddenly at noon and asked me to come over. I don't know why he asked me to go. It is probably to compensate me for the model airplane."

Aunt Fang came over with two sets of clothes and said, "Take this to him."

Tianhe: "..."

Aunt Fang said: "Germany has finished the clothes, and it happened to keep his figure data. When I was doing the laundry for Guan Yue that day, I specially measured the clothes, and there was not much difference. It was just that after the gym, his chest was slightly smaller. Two inches wider."

"Aunt Fang," Tianhe said helplessly, "Can you send it to him? I really don't want to go to his company with my clothes."

Aunt Fang said: "Your grandfather specially asked someone to send it over by plane. How about sending it by mail? It's all crumpled."

Tianhe had no choice but to pick up his clothes and go downstairs, throwing them on the co-pilot seat of the sports car, he unzipped the zipper again and took a look. The suit was quite well made. Munich knew that Tianhe didn't like old-fashioned ones. All faithfully combine this year's popular styles.

My uncle's family started out as a clothing designer, with a history of more than two hundred years, and royal families from all over the world have ordered from their house. Usually, you have to wait half a year to order a suit of clothes, but my nephew and young master don’t have to wait. Aunt Fang called and sent a tailor to come to the door. Thirty-six masters stopped their work and cut together. In less than a week, The six sets of suits were finished in a hurry, and I personally let the errand runner carry them on the plane with bare hands, and did not put them down when encountering turbulence. come over.

Tianhe has two sets, Jiang Zijian has two sets, but why does Guan Yue also have two sets? !

"Instead of going to New York, you might as well go to Munich," Puro added, "and you'll have a better chance of getting financing."

"Grandpa and uncle can't wait to stuff my dad into a meat grinder." Tianhe said, "Do you think they will be full and start a cross-border financing case to guarantee Epeus?"

Tianhe's uncle's family neither liked modern information technology nor Wen Yuankai. Handcrafting is the treasure of the world, and handcrafting is the noble character bestowed by God! The so-called artificial intelligence is usurping the authority of the Creator and trying to make the world mess up! He will be struck by lightning!

When Tianhe newspaper was a major, his uncle’s family called Wen Tianyue to his door and told him that Tianhe had to study drama and literature, or music and painting. There was no heir to the baroque style. Inheriting the great art and devoutly worshiping the only true god muse of mankind, how can there be any reason to learn about computers? !

A skill? Please let God belong to God, and the middle class belongs to the middle class. No one wants to put the two-hundred-year-old handmade clothing brand on the assembly line. To do so, you must first step over the corpse of your grandfather.

In the end, of course, it was Wen Tianyue who came forward again and offended his grandfather for his younger brother. In the end, his grandfather cursed viciously, "Your company will definitely go bankrupt, and then don't even try to get a piece of money from me." Tianhe also believed in the German company. Bian had received the news of Epeus' bankruptcy a long time ago, and was praying to God that this company would not crawl out of the grave like Christ, so that grandpa could finally avoid the fear of being dominated by the modernization of the workshop.

"The most important thing is," Tianhe unbuckled his seat belt and said with his suit in hand, "Grandpa's family doesn't have much money, it's not easy for the elderly, let him enjoy his old age in peace."

Workshop-style companies that make ready-made garments are rich and famous, but their profits are not too high due to the limited production scale. With a large family, all kinds of ostentation and expenses accounted for most of it, and it was really heartbreaking for the uncle's family to spend 1.4 billion. Grandpa's wealth is reflected in a large number of gold products, antiques and artworks. Grandpa has loved these things all his life, and it is really unbearable for Tianhe to put them up for auction.

"Human emotions are complex," Prow said.

"So I always keep in mind not to take my own feelings too seriously." Tianhe got out of the car and went to Guanyue Company with his clothes, and replied, "Bankruptcy is a big deal for me, but on the other side of the ocean Munich is just a news about elopement to the son-in-law's house. I heard that in order to celebrate the bankruptcy of Epeus, my grandfather held a grand ball and invited many local celebrities to attend... Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Guan. reserve."

The receptionist saw Tianhe again and looked curiously at the clothes in his hand.

Tianhe said, "Here are the clothes for him."

The front desk asked Tianhe to wait a moment, and informed the administration, who hurriedly sent a message to the husband who is an investment manager. At this time, Guan Yue was holding a video conference with India while sticking to the model airplane. The Chief Financial Officer sat aside, taking notes for Guan Yue.

"Someone sent clothes to Mr. Guan."

The manager bowed and handed Guan Yue a note: [Someone delivered clothes, in the reception room.]

Guan Yue: "..."

When Guan Yue came home, his mother made a few sets of clothes for him according to him. Guan Yue didn't like the aesthetics at home, and always felt that they were too old-fashioned. After finishing the clothes, Guan Yue made an excuse and left early. Unexpectedly, he was so persistent and sent the clothes to the company, so he folded the note into strips and threw it into the trash can.

"Wait." Guan Yue said.

Tianhe waited boredly in the reception room, flipping through a few financial industry magazines on the shelf.

In the April issue of this year, the cover character is Guan Yue. Global executive partner of Green Pine Capital, CEO of Mainland China branch.

Guan Yue wore the watch that Tianhe gave him, and was dressed in a casual suit. He sat on a high chair and stared at the camera with his usual inscrutable expression. He is wearing a spring H-huntsman customized pure wool worsted casual suit and Berluti Oxford leather shoes. His eyebrows are like blades and his eyes are sharp. With one foot on the ground and one foot on the chair leg rail, the wrist is slightly raised, and the "Knights of the Round Table" watch appears.

"Hahahaha, Pu Luo! Look what I found?" Tianhe almost laughed out of breath, and opened the magazine. Inside was a large photo of Guan Yue. Tianhe read, ""Silence is Golden", capital's A fashionista, a celebrity partner, a direct heir to a giant merchant family, the president of Qingsong Capital China, an exclusive interview with Guan Yue. Hahahahaha... "

When Tianhe saw Guan Yue's exclusive interview, his stomach ached from laughing, and it took him a long while to recover and start reading the magazine.

"... We finally invited President Guan to do this special interview..."

Pu Luo: "This magazine is relatively high-end, and Tianyue has also been on the cover."

Tianhe Rao had an interesting taste: "The reporter asked, 'The industry says that you completed high school at the age of sixteen, graduated from Eton College ahead of schedule, entered Oxford University to study the top PPE subject, and successfully obtained a master's degree , and went to top Wall Street investment banks for internships, and finally chose to return to the motherland, what is the difference between the capital environment at home and abroad for you? Can you briefly tell us about it?'—Guan Yue, 'No.'."

"Hahahahahaha—" Tianhe smiled crookedly on the sofa, holding a magazine and read, "...the reporter asked, 'It is said that you have been exposed to finance and trade since childhood, and your family runs the largest paper company in Shanxi. The industry also has a very long history and tradition. During your growth process, did this strong cultural atmosphere have an inseparable influence on your entry into the financial field after graduating from a master's degree?'—Guan Yue,' yes.'."

"I think this reporter is black!"

Tianhe flipped through the five-page interview in the magazine, which was full of reporters introducing Guan Yue at length. After asking questions, Guan Yue's answers were almost all "yes" and "no", just like a cross talk talker. Even in this year's stock market and financial market analysis, Guan Yue only said three words "not optimistic".

Finally, the reporter also asked: "What motivated you to switch from Constanley to Qingsong Capital, give up your British nationality, return to your motherland, reorganize Qingsong China against all opinions, and establish the current team?"

Guan Yue: "I am Chinese."

Reporter: "So the next plan is to join the party?"

Tianhe: "Hahahahaha! Hahaha!"

"Silence is Golden, the title has too much connotation." Tianhe guessed that Guan Yue offended the reporter during the interview, so he sent out the manuscript without any changes.

Pu Luo: "He didn't like talking too much since he was a child, and he only seemed to speak freely to you."

Tianhe said: "I used to love him very much. But when we quarreled, every time I wanted to communicate with this guy, I couldn't get a few words of response. It was really annoying."

When they were still together, Tianhe couldn't help teasing Guan Yue, wanting him to say a few more words, while Guan Yue also faced Tianhe seriously. Later, Tianhe couldn't bear it once, and accused him during the quarrel, why did he always talk so little? Can't you take the initiative to come and talk to him

Guan Yue's answer to this is: "People in the world always talk to themselves and are indifferent to other people's voices. When a person can only hear the echo of his own, he will gradually talk less."

When Tianhe heard this answer, he lost his temper, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart, and he loved him even more.

Now Tianhe decided to buy an issue of this magazine. It was really funny. After reading the whole book, he glanced at his watch. Guan Yue had already made him wait for an hour and a half. What exactly is this guy trying to do? Tianhe got a little impatient, and waited another ten minutes until five o'clock, and left if he didn't come.

"He's out," Pu Luo reminded.

Tianhe looked across the reception room. Several people came out of the large conference room. The tallest one was Guan Yue. Tianhe was about to get up and go over, but the administrator said: "President Guan has something to do, please wait a little longer, it will be over soon." .”

Tianhe had to sit down again, and waited for another hour and a half.

Tianhe couldn't help but said: "This guy is always like this. I thought that after we broke up, I finally wouldn't have to endure the endless waiting, but I didn't expect to jump into this pit."

Pro: "Maybe I should call him for you."

Tianhe said coldly: "No, I'll just wait here and see when he is willing to see me."

Pro: "You seem dissatisfied with waiting."

Tianhe said bluntly: "Yes, this was also the trigger for our breakup. He also made me wait for a long time that day..."

On the day they broke up, Guan Yue was also silent. It's already two o'clock in the night in London, and the nightlife in New York has just begun. Guan Yue is attending a party, with the bustling night scene behind him. On the rooftop, in the banker's club, respectable investors chatted and laughed, the singer sang a soft song, Guan Yue stood in front of the railing, holding a mobile phone, wearing a headset and making a video call with Tianhe.

That night Tianhe talked a lot, and after listening to Tianhe's long speech, a girl named Guan Yue behind him shouted enthusiastically: "Hey, Guan!"

"Where is our protagonist?" Someone exaggeratedly laughed in English, "ah, he is here."

Guan Yue turned to the sky and nodded briefly, and turned off the video.

"I tried my best." Tianhe said wearily to the pitch-black video window.

The video was turned off, but the audio was not turned off. Guan Yue's voice came out: "I also tried my best."

Tianhe turned off the audio, locked Guan Yue's voice in the small dark window, and played Pac-Man all night.

In the past three years, Guan Yue failed to keep every promise he made. Tianhe once thought that they had already passed the running-in period full of quarrels and mania, and had gotten used to each other's personalities. But still defeated by Guan Yue's stubborn temper.

A month ago, Tianhe flew to New York to visit him. Before getting off the plane, he bought a bouquet of flowers, brought a cake he made by himself, and came to the headquarters of the Constanley Foundation in Manhattan. He put the flowers at the front desk and smiled brightly. , chatting with Secretary Dong. Secretary Dong was a girl, and she knew that Guan Yue had a lover who was studying as a graduate student in England, and the two chatted very speculatively, laughing from time to time.

Out of the corner of Tianhe's eyes, he kept paying attention to the conference room. The boss, investors, and executives came out first, and finally Guan Yue followed behind them. Tianhe Chao Guanyue blew a loud whistle, and Guan Yue's eyes lit up .

Boss learned that Tianhe was looking for Guan Yue, so he also whistled at him, and exaggeratedly shouted: "Ro—man—tic!"

The few colleagues in the office booed and laughed, but Guan Yue didn't speak. Tianhe said, "I even forgot my birthday."

"I haven't forgotten," Guan Yue whispered, "Qinglu's restaurants are all booked."

"Are you being scolded?" Tianhe observed Guan Yue's expression, and then saw the big boss of Konstanley not far away. The boss seemed to have something to say to Guan Yue, so Guan Yue asked Tianhe to wait in the office, and the boss whispered After a few words, Guan Yue opened the closet, took out a suit jacket, changed into a watch for a date, and said, "Let's go out for dinner."

Tianhe: "I don't remember you saying you're coming to London."

Guan Yue: "At three o'clock in the afternoon, I want to surprise you."

Tianhe: "Oh? What time do you think it is now?"

Tianhe raised his hand to signal Guan Yue to look at his watch. It was already five o'clock in New York, with a five-hour time difference, and now it was ten o'clock in the evening in London. Even if Guan Yue took off immediately after the meeting, it would still be the next day when he arrived in London.

"Your family's private jet must have a superluminal engine," Tianhe said with a smile, "otherwise how can you travel through time and space?"

Guan Yue: "Not humorous, stop mocking me."

Tianhe sat in Guan Yue's place in the office, and Guan Yue stood there, silent for a while, took a deep breath, cheered himself up, and said, "Let's go to dinner."

Tianhe said, "Forget it, I'll go back."

Guan Yue knew that Tianhe was angry, and after leaving the company, Tianhe only walked slowly in front, while Guan Yue was a little behind, putting on earphones to make a call. Tianhe finally broke out, turned around, frowned deeply and said, "Do you still have to deal with your official duties now?"

"Book a seat!" Guan Yue also became angry.

Both of them were furious, Tianhe had no choice but to give up. The reservation was too late, the restaurant was full. Although Guan Yue’s family is very rich in China, but in the circle of luxury in Manhattan, the Shanxi paper industry is the most powerful, and the renminbi of the local tyrant family is of no use. , I didn't book a slightly higher-end restaurant.

Tianhe walked all the way from Wall Street to Central Park. He was hungry and tired, so he decided to fill his stomach. He bought two hot dogs and two Cokes at the hot dog stand in Central Park. Guan Yue could only sit on a bench with Tianhe, holding a paper bag containing hot dogs, and quietly watched the squirrels jumping up and down the tree.

"Baby," Guan Yue said, "they are prejudiced against Chinese people, I have to work harder than white people to..."

Tianhe just ate the hot dog as if nothing had happened, stuffed his mouth full, looked at the squirrel on the tree, and muttered: "You don't understand."

Guan Yue frowned.

Tianhe swallowed the hot dog, drank some Coke, and said, "Do you think they are only prejudiced against the Chinese? No, they are prejudiced against you."

Guan Yue fell silent.

After Tianhe drank the Coke, he went back to his dinner: "If an employee is so busy that he forgets his lover's birthday or wedding anniversary, the Korean boss will be so touched that he will hold a meeting to commend him. But for Yankees... They just think you're stupid, right?"

"I haven't forgotten!" Guan Yue was really angry. He took out his mobile phone and showed it to Tianhe. It showed the private plane time booked by his assistant at home. The one who bows is the driver! I can't go! Everyone is contradicting me! In the conference room, everyone!"

Guan Yue's serious expression suddenly made Tianhe a little distressed.

"Forget it." Tianhe originally wanted to say that you should ask for leave, and the boss will not eat you, but finally gave up on this idea and said, "Stop discussing work, let's talk about something else."

Guan Yue looked away and opened the hot dog bag.

"Any news from London?" Guan Yue said.

"Still voting." Tianhe said, "The results will be out at noon tomorrow. I'm not a Brit, so I don't care."

Guan Yue: "I need more auxiliary data."

"Since you've made up your mind, why don't you believe in yourself?" Tian He said, "Believe in your judgment, although it may be absurd, the truth is always in the hands of a few people, isn't it?"

Guan Yue: "This is the largest sum of money since I made the decision."

Tianhe said: "It's too unreal to hear such words from you in my lifetime."

Guan Yue: "This is a gamble."

Tianhe: "This is not a gamble, the result is not random, it's just that you don't believe in your own judgment. History has proved countless times that the economic law never cares whether you think it is reasonable or not, and the general trend is unstoppable."

Guan Yue: "The only reference that history can provide us is that we can't get any reference from history. It's 3.3 billion pounds, and I worked for 27 hours straight for this."

Tianhe had no choice but to surrender in the end: "I'll ask for you."