Rebirth Night Talk

Song Changan came back, Zhao Xuejun originally thought that this person would never want to come back in his life.

Wang Xi didn't welcome Song Chang'an, maybe he didn't feel it before, but now he has a sense of crisis.With his physical improvement, Wang Xi has unceremoniously associated Song Changan with the term dangerous goods. At this time, he doesn't really dislike Zhao Xuejun having some female friends, that would be safer.

Song Changan came back this time with a study tour group from other provinces. He has made a lot of money in the past few years. He has two thin papers for the diploma. It seems that the money and content have returned, and the spirit has also returned.A month ago, he participated in a reception held by a foreign Chinese circle, where he was introduced to a study group.The inspection team went out with the purpose of attracting investment.After seeing Song Chang'an, people were very enthusiastic about him, and publicized a lot of domestic forms, the current economic situation, and future development trends.Looking at those posters and photo albums, Song Chang'an suddenly missed his homeland, and the emotion of homesickness welled up in his heart, and he came back so suddenly without warning.

In recent years, Song Changan has been far away from the domestic circles, he has not come out with much fanfare, and his idea may be nothing in foreign countries, but to him it is a big deal.From leaving in grief and indignation to having a career, to his career getting bigger and bigger, his courage has also increased.Song Changan is very patriotic in his heart. As the company grows bigger and bigger, he also likes to take care of the people who go out, but he doesn't take care of those who follow the trend of going abroad and try to find a way to deviate from the motherland.He took care of Chinese who were really educated and of better quality.Now he has the right to choose his friends.With the rapid doubling of his net worth after several large investments, Song Changan's friends became more and more high-class.In the past, in China, my father's level was just enough to meet provincial leaders, and he needed to be respectful when meeting provincial leaders.But after going out, he miraculously changed his identity, just like a martial arts practitioner who opened up the two veins of Ren and Du.

With money and status, everyone forgave him and felt that he was a good person again.Now, the leaders at the provincial level have begun to be polite when they see him.Song Chang'an knew that other people's respect was nothing more than wanting help with his assets. Others may not respect him because of him, and everyone would even talk about him behind his back.He doesn't care, and he doesn't object to this kind of flattery. He wants to go back to his motherland and do something. He eats alone. No matter how extravagant it is, the most is eight taels of noodles. Sometimes he has to be hungry for a few days after eating enough. To be comfortable.

Zhao Xuejun is Song Changan's boss, a well-deserved boss.When Song Changan saw Zhao Xuejun and Wang Xi being intimate at the airport, he didn't seem to have that kind of easy emotion. They exchanged polite greetings, and after chatting for a long time, they found some old friendships.Song Chang'an really didn't think much about Zhao Xuejun now, even if he knew that Zhao Xuejun was a person like him, he wouldn't love him.The boss and employees are always separated by a layer of mountains, and he knows his own identity.What is understandable is that he understands, he doesn't understand why Wang Xi is staring at him, and he hasn't offended him?The cautious Song Changan, who was tempered by life, immediately began to examine himself.

Zhao Xuejun sits on the sofa in the hotel and reads some urgent documents. He doesn't dislike domestic investment, and even likes it. Of course, he doesn't like those little bureaucrats here, and he doesn't like the way some people in China do things.To put it bluntly, he doesn't like complicated procedures, favors mixed in business, everything that a person has belongs to this person, no matter how you grab other people's favors, the money still belongs to them, and I can't give you half a penny.Sometimes people just don't understand this distinction, and they always fall behind in terms of status.

After Zhao Xuejun spent three hours reading the document, he unceremoniously rejected 80.00% of Song Changan's investment proposal. He had no choice but to choose the prophet of the times.

Wang Xi was very happy that Zhao Xuejun slapped Song Changan in the face, wiped his face, and wiped it in front of him.He ran around Zhao Xuejun, looking more and more like a dog leg.

Song Changan was not angry at Zhao Xuejun's veto. Zhao Xuejun had magical powers, a power he didn't know, which made him afraid or even afraid of him. He just listened to what he preached to himself.Although he was not happy that Zhao Xuejun rejected his carefully prepared investment intention, he could use the money to do it quietly.This has nothing to do with Zhao Xuejun, he doesn't want to invest too much money, he just wants to set up a venue at will, find a nest for himself to return to China, by the way, he also needs a formal identity, now, he himself feels ashamed, He is not Chinese anymore.

Whenever Song Changan thinks that he has lost his nationality, his heart is twisted like a knife, but if he wants to expand his career abroad and enter some special business, he can no longer belong to the motherland.He remembered the day he took the oath abroad, after taking the oath, when he returned home, he nagged and cried with Zhao Xuejun on the phone for half an hour, and then Zhao Xuejun comforted him: It’s okay, you still have a Chinese heart.

After Zhao Xuejun said that, he felt a wave of panic in his heart, and Song Chang'an fell seriously ill after crying loudly.

Putting down the document, Zhao Xuejun didn't think about whether Song Changan was happy, he didn't care about his emotions.He just looked at the man of his two lives with a strange emotion.

Song Chang'an's current style is no longer a famous brand. He started to wear comfortable clothes and behave naturally.He smiled modestly, took a pen and looked at the place Zhao Xuejun marked seriously, and wrote some explanations and considerations in the blank space. This person looks very elegant and handsome.

As for Wang Xi, he also has the demeanor of the whole body, but he has a gangster spirit that was beaten up by him in the prison.Even though it was a juvenile prison, this person has seen the lowest level of the world, and now he has a lot, he knows how to cherish, he is not at a loss about the world, and even makes decisions with killing.Emotionally, he is like a child, unable to leave himself everywhere. These complex personalities give Wang Xi a sense of purity and enthusiasm. How should I put it, Wang Xi is more attractive.

Zhao Xuejun rubbed his intestines in his heart and pinched these two people for countless times. After noon, officials from several local governments got in touch and exchanged words. They wanted to have dinner with Song Changan no matter what.For investors, the local attitude has always been good.Bringing in investment is political achievement and a ladder of progress!

Zhao Xuejun and Song Changan stopped talking about official business at this moment, they talked about some domestic changes, Wang Xi interjected a few words from time to time, in short, he couldn't give Zhao Xuejun a chance to praise Song Changan.It's a pity that there is a big gap between the financial market and the food industry. Most of the time, Wang Xi couldn't get in the conversation, so he interrupted randomly.In desperation, Zhao Xuejun had no choice but to talk to Song Changan in English. He had a lot of things to say, and if Wang Xi continued to make jokes like this, he would not be able to say anything in 500 years.

Wang Xi turned his face to look at the fountain at the entrance of the hotel angrily, and decided to go home and study English by himself, at least CET-[-].

Facing the convoys from several provinces and cities, Song Changan was at a loss.Although he did have an investment intention of hundreds of millions of funds on his back, the momentum in the local area still frightened him.I don't know who exposed his behavior?Song Changan raised his eyes and looked around. Not far away, in front of a convoy from a neighboring province, his uncle Song Liaowang was waving affectionately.

"An'an! Here, come here!"

Zhao Xuejun took a strange look at Song Liaowang, who had already put on weight, and then at Song Changan.He knew that Song Changan didn't like this little uncle, probably because this little uncle was too philistine, and the richer he was, the more philistine he became.However, this person still has some human touch. At any rate, when the whole world stepped on Song Changan, he sent money to the funeral home to his nephew.

Song Chang'an smiled, and walked over to chat with his little uncle.Song Liaowang looked down on Zhao Xuejun and the others. Even though Zhao's family was rich and Wang Xi's family was very capable, he still classified himself as an upper-class man, and his nephew was well-known abroad.

Rejecting all the convoys who came to pick them up, Song Changan and Zhao Xuejun went to an alley behind the hotel. A bowl of stewed noodles cost three yuan, and meat cost another two yuan.Wang Xi felt that it was not enough, so he took 100 yuan and wanted to buy a bowl, but the old man Huimin refused to sell him.

"You ate it all, others don't? No more stew today!"

No matter who you are, the old man is also temperamental.

Hu la la la a few bowls of noodles went down, Song Changan wiped his mouth with a pure cotton handkerchief, Zhao Xuejun looked at the silver circle on his finger, and asked a question pretending not to care.

"Haven't found it yet?"

Song Changan smiled, with a sad expression on his face: "I didn't look for it, and now...it's probably even more difficult to find it."

Wang Xi suddenly felt a little sympathetic. He compared his happy life and decided to take care of this unloving child with the attitude of an outcast.He pushed the stewed noodle soup bowl in front of him: "The original soup turns into the original food."

Song Changan smiled, expressing that he did not want to eat.

Zhao Xuejun ate very slowly, sucking the noodles silently, chewing slowly.Song Changan and Wang Xi waited in good temper.After eating, the three of them strolled along the alleys. Old houses can still be seen in the old provincial capital today. The old wall bricks of the old houses are the kind of ancient bricks that are one foot long.The old house still has a plaque, and the purple air is coming from the east.On both sides of the door curtain, you can still see the exquisite streamlines of Shanxi brick carvings.

Wang Xi can't find this kind of beauty, because he lives here.Song Changan went out and came back again.He saw the difference in those buildings at once, so he began to walk around the old street with great interest. Zhao Xuejun still regarded him as a friend, not as a subordinate. Besides, he also had a friendship in his previous life, so he followed along with a good temper, sometimes He also looked at the beautiful carved doorposts.

Song Changan wandered around for a while, and suddenly said: "I will return to Beijing tomorrow."

"Go back to see relatives?" Zhao Xuejun asked him.

With a wry smile, Song Changan's tone was filled with loneliness: "Is there any relatives there? My grandpa's generation are all foreigners. I want to come back and live for a few years, just like you said, buy a few old yards, Protecting a few old pagoda trees, hugging a cup of tea in summer, lying on a chair and looking at the pagoda trees, that day is not bad. I have to plan for myself. Hey... I went for a physical examination a few days ago, and the doctor said that I had a perforation in my stomach Look at Xuejun, I used to have a sense of security. I still don’t have a sense of security. After thinking about it, I think I don’t have a home. If I have a home, I feel safe.”

"Aren't you going back to your own home?" Zhao Xuejun knew that Song Liaokuo missed his son very much.

Song Changan smiled, but did not answer this question.He didn't want to go back, even dealing with his father made him feel tired!

"If you see a good courtyard, give me one too. I also like the courtyards in Beijing."

Song Changan readily agreed, and decided to buy two sets next to each other. It would be nice to be neighbors with Xuejun in the next life.

While chatting, the group returned to the hotel, where Song Loutang had already stayed there with many relatives.Both Zhao Xuejun and Wang Xi returned to their own rooms and did not disturb Song Changan's work, which is not considered work.Song Chang'an had to show Song Luu's face, rejecting people without offending others, that was an art.