Rebirth Turn of the Century

2003, the peak year of the first generation of private entrepreneurs of the flower planters.

In the past April, Hurun still ridiculously placed the Delong series at the top of the Top 50 Planting Capital Controls.

It's a pity that they stood on the top of the tide, and the tide has receded, but they didn't follow.

After more than 20 years of reform, these grassroots entrepreneurs seem to never let go of any opportunity for growth, and they also indulged a generation of unrestrained wealth groups, causing them to pay attention to profits without regard to consequences, and will never forgive others when they are justified. Used to go all out and refuse to stay behind.

They stand too high, even if there is calm water under their feet, it is like a hard concrete floor. They are smashed to pieces, and then become nutrients, which will become rich nutrients for the development of the flower planting economy in the future.

As a result, a new generation of wealth heroes have emerged one after another in major national economic strategies, such as real estate, finance, automobiles... and the Internet.

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On May 20th, Ziyu Villa.

Involving 16 billion bank loans, 320,000 related employees, and more than 100,000 individual investors. Working 16 hours a day, holding 12 meetings...

Crack~

A handwritten document was photographed on the coffee table, and Zhao Song scratched his chin and looked at Wen Zhenwen: The meeting is all about fund allocation, Aunt Wen, they are doing this every day, how can they manage the enterprise, how can they manage the company? development profit?

Wen Zhenwen seemed to have expected Zhao Song's surprise. She shrugged and said relaxedly, Is this all right? In the past two days, a boss of a G company was crying bitterly under the watchful eyes of many media, begging them to pay back the money. .”

It deserves it! Zhao Song gloated, He actually believed in the 22-point rate of return. God knows what he was thinking at the time. It is impossible to invest in Shenzhou stocks so high.

After hearing Zhao Song's words, Wen Zhenwen nodded and said, Looking at you, don't you dare to be interested?

I'm not interested at all. Zhao Song shook his head firmly, Tesla's financial team is dealing with financing, and now only that god-man in the world can sort out this thing. We, especially Zhongguancun Holdings, don't touch , and can't touch it.

Okay. Although it was the expected answer, Wen Zhenwen still packed up the materials with a bit of regret, In fact, they have done a very good job in integrating the cement industry, electric tools, auto parts and other industries.

They are doing better in the stock market! Zhao Song asked angrily, pointing to the file bag, This is a semi-secret document, right? Where did it come from?

Wen Zhenwen replied with a smile: Do you want to check if your partner has forgotten it in the company by accident?

Is there anything to check. Zhao Song leaned his head on the sofa, rolled his eyes and said, Someone wants to get ideas from me, shouldn't they plan secretly, how come the whole world knows about it?

Oh? Wen Zhenwen said unexpectedly, Is there someone else to remind? It seems that I have come in vain.

It's no one else, it's almost everyone. Li Wei took a small boss aside, Chen Ning left a person idle, and my master also called to remind...

Which master?

Deputy Chief S (the old chairman of Electronic Control), Zhao Song replied, and then continued, Xingsheng also came to the door and reminded me not to touch Delong. Dragons are much safer...

...Interesting.

Wen Zhenwen looked at Zhao Song thoughtfully, and suggested: Anyway, Zhuzi is fine in America, why don't you let her come back?

Okay. Let her hide, go directly to Shanghai, and check Huahong's first-quarter financial statements along the way. I will go there to hold a board meeting in a few days.

Having said that, Zhao Song scratched his head and said with an embarrassed smile: Aunt Wen, I could handle it by myself, isn't the silent period coming soon? I just want to take advantage of this time to rest and spend more time with Xiao Yu By the way, I will solve my next personal problem.

Wen Zhenwen glanced at the tall pile of documents amusedly: Then you should have a good rest.

After speaking, she said goodbye and left.

Although things are unreasonable, she can guess what those people want to do. It seems that for Zhao Song now, only Xiao Wang's cake is nutritious and delicious. Originally, he wanted to sell it for 10 yuan. , but when Zhao Song wanted to buy the cake, suddenly the cake was not owned by Xiao Wang alone, there might be Xiao Li, Xiao Zhao, etc., and the price became 1,000 yuan.

Not illegal, but disgusting.

But as the richest man, especially the richest man who holds positions in many state-owned enterprises, needless to say, he only needs to emphasize a sense of social responsibility to Zhao Song, and he has to stand up.

Delong alone involved more than 200 listed companies, not to mention that it wasn't just Delong that was hit by thunder. He must also stand up and reduce losses.

At that time, the company's money (Zhongguancun Holdings) will be passed by himself, and Zhao Song's personal money will be guarded by Liao Yingzhu, which will be somewhat safer.

As for Tesla, let’s not talk about foreign countries, just pull out its list of domestic shareholders, and no one will think about it.

However, there is another company that is not under Zhongguancun Holdings.

Wuming Technology.

Wen Zhenwen who walked to the door stopped, and just wanted to remind Zhao Song, when he suddenly heard the ringing of the mobile phone in the living room, he could only shake his head and close the door gently.

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Hello? Mom?

Why did you go to Sanya?

Want to buy a house? Buy it.

Not enough money?

Zhao Song put down the phone, looked at the number displayed on the screen seriously, and then picked it up again and asked, Where's the money?

Stock trading? Why are you still trading in stocks? If you lack money, I will remit it to you, and it will be over!

The God of Stocks? Who is the God of Stocks? David, Bamboo, and me?

Zhao Song frowned, and switched the phone to the other ear: Mom, who did you listen to? We never speculate in stocks. Before entering the stock market, it was a commercial means, based on the company's products, marketing, and market expectations. To make short-term forecasts on stock prices under such conditions as to achieve a certain purpose of competing with commercial rivals...

...

What am I telling you? If you tell you about those companies, it will be insider trading and illegal.

...

Okay, if you don't want to buy Shenzhou, just buy some bank stocks, Zhao Song said, taking out a wallet that has not been used for a long time from the drawer, How much is the house? Okay, I will transfer 50W to you soon, don't buy too much Yes, you can spend the rest as you like.

...

Why are you talking about this again? Okay, okay, I will try to get married early.

Take care of the child? You don't need this, it's so tiring. I will take it by myself. If you think about it, come and see the child.

The two next-generation relatives brought his sister's child to the age of 6 to play and eat chicken by himself. Zhao Song really didn't dare to let the older generation take care of the child.

Okay, let's not talk, you pay attention to your body.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Song immediately searched the wallet, and found all kinds of black cards and gold cards on the tea table before finding a postal savings card and a CCB dragon card.

...

After staring at the two savings cards for a long time, Zhao Song raised his head in confusion.

What do those people want to do, how come they become stock gods?

Also, how long has it been since I spent money on myself?

Cary has no money.

Or not enough money.

All his personal funds are handled by Liao Yingzhu, and Tesla's salary account is also with her.

As for the salaries of the other companies, they are listed under the names of these two cards, but they are only one yuan. It seems that a donation agreement has been processed?

Suddenly, he came to his senses, patted himself on the head amusedly, found a card from a pile of black cards, and called the personal assistant behind him:

I'm Zhao Song, what is the supplementary card limit of this card?

...

OK, thanks.

Hang up the phone, send a text message to Zhao Mama, then put down the phone and walk outside.

Of course, he can find any company to pay the bill, but he still wants to make a fuss on his own, at least to have a taste of life.

Well, although 500,000 has nothing to do with that so-called taste.

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Outside the door, Xiao Yu's voice was clearly filled with anger.

She and Betty, who was full of shopping bags, stood outside the gate. Under the gaze of two live lions, she hugged Benben with great effort and complained loudly:

Brother, is Benben a German Shepherd or Erha? How can there be a Demu who is so shameless that people can hug him away?

Demu, Demu. Zhao Song took Benben with difficulty, and had a better understanding of Xiaoyu's brute force in his heart, Isn't it because we have a little personality, which means we are well raised.

snort.

After taking a few shopping bags from Bai Li, Xiao Yu walked into the villa arrogantly.

The rebellious period is here, and you will have a headache. Betty teased with a half-smile, and entered the room with enchanting steps.

Zhao Song smiled nonchalantly, glanced at the two live lions watching the excitement, and said, Let's get off work early today, come in to cool off.

Come on, thank you bro.

Lezi licked his face and moved closer, flattering him.

Don't call me brother, I'm just afraid that your brother will be sunburned. Putting Benben into Xizi's arms, Zhao Song said angrily, Let's go, go into the house.

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In the villa, Lezi, who was following Zhao Song and Xizi, used the same eyes as all men. First, he stared at Xiao Yu, who had no image, slumped on the sofa for a while, then reluctantly looked away, and greedily glanced at Bai Li. .

Watch her gently fiddle with the shopping bag, watch her pick up the fruit gracefully, watch her sit on her enchanting skirt, watch her open her delicate mouth

Swallowing, Lezi asked softly, Brother, why do women ask to touch their butt before sitting down?

Xizi let go of her stupidity with a flushed face, not daring to look at Betty's playful gaze, just about to tell him that this is etiquette for sitting in a skirt, when Zhao Song took the conversation away:

Because she just farted, she took off her skirt to diffuse the smell.