I am reborn without a pattern

"Dongzi, what's the plan for asking us to come to the provincial capital?"

"Brother Dong!"

"Hello, Brother Dong!"

"Brother Dong, I just bought milk tea!"

People from the Chen family who came here today either have positions in the company or have relatives in Xiangjiang, so it was quite easy to get the certificate last year.

There are more juniors who were originally going to drop out of school and ended up attending a cram school for one or two years to get into college. Although they are not particularly good universities, they are still college students after all.

And because of Zhang Haodong, dawdling in school was absolutely out of the question, and the Chen family ushered in the first talent "blowout" in several generations.

“When you go to Xiangjiang this time, bring good eyes, see more, listen more, and learn more.”

After taking a sip of milk tea, it felt okay. Zhang Haodong felt that selling milk tea should be able to make money. If my brother wasn't so unfaithful, he could find a place to sell milk tea, and he should be able to make a living, right?

While he was thinking wildly, his cell phone rang.

"The Yau Ma Tei ship is ready."

"You guys play first."

"good."

At the same time, on a boat in the "Yau Ma Tei" typhoon shelter, several people were debugging the satellite phone. After making sure that the signal was OK, they ate hot pot directly in the cabin.

In the box on the side, there are three passports: Liuqiu, Xingjiapo, and Manlajia. There are no other adjustments to the photo except the beard and eyebrows.

The temperature near Victoria Bay is very good now. Although "Return to the South" is coming at any time, there are still obviously a lot of tourists.

Tourists who take photos can spend ten yuan to walk around the exhibition hall of the space museum, but most tourists without financial pressure would rather go to Chanel or Louis Vuitton across the street.

This is the Peninsula Hotel after all.

On the 25th, Lucheng organized a cultural performance and temporarily mobilized reinforcements from Suzhou, so the scene was huge. For the golden-haired old man, this kind of big scene was the most enjoyable.

"Zhang, this kind of dance with an umbrella is very interesting and wonderful. It makes people feel that there is a deep culture in it."

"real?"

"Of course it's true. There must be some story here."

"You're right about this, Tang. They are performing gathering activities from more than two thousand years ago."

"How many years?"

"Two thousand years ago."

"..."

The golden-haired old man was stunned for a while, "That's really a long time ago."

"certainly."

"You're not kidding, are you?"

"'Seed with different water plants, pick them from left to right', that's what they just performed."

"What's the meaning?"

"Poetry, a poem written more than 2,000 years ago, describes an edible aquatic plant in the water, and then good-looking ladies rowed boats to pick it, picking some on the left and some on the right..."

"Oh...those moves!"

He gestured, but he didn't quite get it right. Because he pushed back the sleeves of his suit, the golden-haired old man looked like a "Sichuan golden monkey."

"Perfect, to be honest, among so many Americans, you are the first to have such insight. Even Rockefeller is not as wise as you."

"That Rockefeller?"

"Yes, that's the one."

Zhang Haonan suddenly said, "Let me tell you a secret by the way. That Rockefeller once wanted to recruit me."

"..."

This sentence shocked the golden-haired old man, and he calmed down for a long time. When the performance of "Barcarolle" began on the stage, he regained his composure, and then whispered: "Let me guess, Zhang, you refused."

"certainly."

"That's Rockefeller..."

"Come on, Don, this is China. And you'll make a lot of money in China. You won't need Rockefeller, if you can keep making money."

"That's true."

Nodding, the golden-haired old man had no interest in "Barcarolle", so he continued chatting with Zhang Haonan, "Why didn't you see your brother? That big guy."

"I have some business that needs someone to keep an eye on, and he needs to go and look at it for me."

"Can I ask what the business is?"

"You wouldn't be interested, Don, just some 'scavenger' type job."

"Oh, that's true."

When it came time for the acrobatic performance, the golden-haired old man simply forgot what he had talked about with Zhang Haonan. He was very interested in lifting the cauldron and was fascinated by kicking the can.

At this time, Wu Tai'an's voice came from behind Zhang Haonan: "We've arrived at the Chanel store."

"Ask them to bring a set of perfume for your partner."

"..."

Wu Tai'an ducked and retreated.

The space museum in Xiangjiang will be open before nine o'clock, Zhang Haodong takes several "brothers-in-law" from the Chen family around, and before ten o'clock, Chanel and Louis Vuitton are also open.

There are many people in Leizhou who want the Chen brothers to help with purchasing. One bag is worth ten years of wages of a vegetable washer in Chikan, but there are still many people who can afford the money.

It's just that they can't go to Xiangjiang.

At 8:15, Zhang Haodong took them to the buffet. At the same time, Hunter Harrison went to the spa. He ordered a rosin bath service to get rid of the dead skin on his body.

"Would you like a drink, sir?"

"Champagne."

"Okay sir, please wait a moment sir."

The waiter left slowly, and Hunter ordered an old song, "May Peace Be with You." After untying his bathrobe, he soaked in the bathtub.

"Put it aside."

Hearing the footsteps, Hunter closed his eyes and relaxed his body, giving instructions casually.

laugh!

A dagger stabbed directly through his neck, and at the same time his hand covered his mouth. The moment he was about to struggle, more sharp blades slashed at him.

"Peace be with You" is still playing, and the record is spinning on the old-fashioned gramophone. In the bathtub, Hunter Harris has a dagger in his mouth and a letter covering his eyes. , there is only one sentence in the envelope: Welcome!

At 8:30, the Xiangjiang police cordoned off the floor, and Zhang Haodong and the Chen family packed up to watch the excitement.

"Brother Dong, there are police."

"Wow, I heard someone said that a ghost guy came to the street..."

"Brother Dong, it's really unlucky that a ghost guy died."

Zhang Haodong watched the local police work with great interest. After watching it for a while, he felt that it was not interesting, so he took the people to continue shopping.

"Brother Dong, why are you laughing?"

"Aren't you happy about buying so many things?"

"Hehe, it's just too expensive..."

"You should study hard and come out early to help me after you finish college."

"OK!"

Continuing shopping, Zhang Haodong changed his mobile phone and dialed a number. He spoke in the Shacheng dialect, "I saw it, it's pretty good. It's a snack on the way. Okay, that's it."

At nine o'clock, after watching the performance, the golden-haired old man was in good spirits. He took the bus and went to Songjiang to visit the night market. He was a little hungry, so he went to the alley on Jiankang Road and ordered soup dumplings and scallion pancakes...

Seeing how interesting he was, the boss asked if he could take a group photo as a souvenir. The golden-haired old man readily agreed and specially changed into a red tie.

At this time, yesterday's news was being broadcast on the wall-mounted TV in the corner of the shop. It was probably Zaimai Khalilza, the special envoy of the American Commander-in-Chief "Little Grove" to Tocharia, who pointed out on the 24th that Tocharora is currently facing The biggest challenge is to prevent conflicts between local armed factions, and the best solution to this challenge is to establish the Tocharian State Army and Police as soon as possible...

Although the news was in Chinese, the golden-haired old man could guess what it was by looking at the pictures and videos. He slurped the soup dumplings and poured vinegar on them, and then said to the tired-looking Joe Nash: "They will make a lot of money, Joe , how much do you think these guys can earn?"

"If it takes two or three years, about... two billion? At most five billion, it won't be too much."

"You know, Joe, you're smart, but that's business acumen, being a CEO or whatever. But that's not how the boss thinks. You know what Siegel would say if he were here?"

"say what?"

Joe Nash also took a bite of the soup dumplings, and then once again lamented what kind of magic his deceased mother had used to raise him and his brothers and sisters...

"He would say, 10 billion, 20 billion, 30 billion, 100 billion... because the war will not end in two or three years, and every big boss knows that."

The golden-haired old man, who thought he had made a bold judgment, did not know that if he asked Zhang Haonan, he would only guess between two trillion and eight trillion.

What about tens of billions and hundreds of billions...that's all nonsense.

Zhang Haonan, who was in Lucheng, held a remote meeting with the regional business directors of several big cities. The content of the meeting was not complicated. The main purpose was to block all the new products that "Arowana" was about to launch in the warehouse. inside.

No matter what means are used.

It is easiest in Liangjiang Province. When the warehouses and logistics centers are ready, the entire province will be sealed off, and even a bottle of oil will not be put on the shelves of any supermarket.

In the end, Zhang Haonan personally called Yu Zuncong and issued the first biting instruction: "I'll give you a budget of three million, and start squirting the 'Arowana' for me the day after tomorrow. You can find someone, or you can do it yourself. Okay, every time there is one more provincial media, the performance will be one more. If you perform well, you will get extra rewards."

"clear."

He was so "high-spirited and upright" when he barked at Zhang Haonan, but now he is so "resolute and decisive".

For Professor Yu, what's wrong with being a dog?

Take a Japanese yuan, he is an "Akita dog"; take a beautiful sword, he can be a Rottweiler; take a ruble, he can also be a Samoyed...

Now, he took the soft girl coins and became a Chinese pastoral dog, so what's the harm?

It's just biting. It's a matter of cultural people. Is that called biting?

That is called "contemporary gun throwing" and it is the "conscience" of the new century.

Yu Zuncong alone is nothing. When the other party says they want to negotiate, he will add more pressure.

If "Panmunjom" wants to become a signing place, is there any use in using legal reasoning?

Without cannons, everything is nonsense.

Even if there is a cannon, it still depends on who has the cannon.

It was night, Zhang Haonan slept soundly. After all, the phone line was unplugged and the battery of the mobile phone was discharged. He even warned Wu Tai'an that he dared to come over to disturb his sleep for boring things and break his legs.

What is a boring thing?

For example, a murder occurred in a hotel in Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong...