A light drizzle has fallen all night, and the trees in the Vanke Economic and Trade Mansion community have taken on a new look and become increasingly green.
Jing Gao woke up early in the morning, finished exercising on the treadmill, and took a shower when the doorbell rang.
"Mr. Jing, there is soy milk and fried noodles for breakfast." Xiao He brought in the steaming breakfast. Bought it at the Kempinski Hotel at the intersection outside the campus of Beijing University of Technology.
For VIP card holders like Igao, taking out the buffet breakfast is normal. You could have asked the hotel to deliver it to you, and there was no need for Xiao He to go and pick it up. The main reason is that the hotel's food delivery time is not easy to control.
"Thank you." Jing Gao sat down in the restaurant, drank the fragrant soy milk, took out the lunch box and wooden chopsticks, picked up the fried noodles, mixed them up, and ate in large pieces.
I heard that if Shenhao wants to show off, he must develop a light taste, less salt, less spicy, and eat less meat. Because this kind of diet is healthier.
Didn't Da Qiangzi tell Lu Yu on the show that Western food is healthier?
But he definitely couldn't stand it. The taste of Beijing-style fried noodles is a bit strong, but it also has the lightness of cucumber shreds. The fried sauce is so fragrant that you can chew the meat. The noodles are also good and chewy. If you pick it up with chopsticks and eat it, your stomach will fall down after just three or two bites.
"Xiao He..."
Xiao He, who was waiting quietly in the living room, came over and said, "Mr. Jing, tell me."
Jing Gao packed up the disposable lunch box and drank from the soy milk cup in his hand, "Let Auntie stew an old hen. Add the ingredients as you like. I'll take it to the University of Trade and Economics in the evening."
"OK."
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Jing Gao made an appointment with Shen Jinyuan last week to meet and sit down. After breakfast, he relaxed a little and went downstairs with his donkey bag.
The scheduled meeting place was not the Jinghe Club in Shunning District. It is a small courtyard located in an alley next to the Yongding River.
The car stopped at the entrance of the alley. Can't get in.
When Igao got off the red Ferrari 488 GTB, a group of tourists wearing peaked caps followed the tour guide holding a flag. Someone gestured at the red Ferrari with his mobile phone. Who doesn’t love a good car? Ferrari is like a beauty.
"Mr. Jing, please come over here." Shen Jinyuan's assistant had been waiting at the entrance of the alley. He led Jing Gao through the newly painted alley with sycamore trees planted, and introduced: "Tourism has been booming in the past two years, and there are often tour groups here. come over."
Jing Gao followed the assistant, looked at the tour group in front of him, and said, "Wouldn't it be a bit noisy to live here?"
The assistant was half a body ahead of Jing Gao, extended his hand to invite Jing Gao into a small courtyard, and said with a smile: "Mr. Shen doesn't usually live here. He only comes here to entertain distinguished guests. Mr. Jing, please!"
There is nothing good or bad about the courtyard from the outside. The architectural layout is the same. Only after entering did you know the difference. Past the screen wall is the courtyard, with swings, grapevines, roses and other flowers and plants.
This is an entrance courtyard. Transparent glass in the ceiling. It is separated into a semi-open tea room. You can soak up the sunshine and enjoy the flowers and plants.
Shen Jinyuan had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time. He stepped forward to shake hands with Jing Gao and said, "Mr. Jing, welcome, welcome." The forty-two-year-old half-bald man held Jing Gao's hand with both hands and shook it vigorously, showing his respect. Very well done.
It's a bit tacky to use money to measure the status of businessmen, but it's generally a common rule. Have you ever seen a boss with a net worth of several hundred million talking wildly in front of Father Ma?
Things are different now. The power of capital and money permeates every aspect of Chinese society. Having mentioned the simplest example, today’s “entrepreneurs” are no longer as timid as they were at the beginning of reform, right?
Shen Jinyuan's respect for Jing Gao comes not only from money and status, but also from the integration of Rongcheng's textile industry. He was inside it and witnessed Jing Gao being taken down with his own eyes.
A 27-year-old young man, even if he has money, can complete a billion-dollar project, which is a level in itself.
The country is now rich and there are many rich people. How many of them can achieve this? Definitely not much. Suning's Shaodong is in charge of the Inter Milan club, and he has this level.
"Mr. Shen, your place is very nice! It has a charming atmosphere." Jing Gao shook hands with Shen Jinyuan and praised.
Shen Jinyuan's first impression was the half-bald middle-aged man, but what impressed Jing Gao most about him was the poem he memorized on the wine table: Originally from the back mountain, he was occasionally a guest in the front hall. Drunkly dancing in the Sutra Pavilion with half a volume of books, sitting in a well and talking about how vast the sky is.
Many people will say, what’s so great about memorizing poems? Who hasn’t taken a Chinese class? However, it is very rare and rare to be able to accurately express one's meaning through poetry in interpersonal communication.
If you are not convinced, you can try it. See the other person’s reaction after you finish memorizing it.
Jing Gao had a very good impression of Shen Jinyuan.
"Mr. Jing, it's a joke. It's a joke." Shen Jinyuan greeted Jing Gao and took a seat in the main room, which was equipped with a set of Ming and Qing style furniture made of rosewood. The assistant brought tea, Shen Jinyuan said: "Try the Longjing before the rain."
Jing Gao took a sip and said, "Good tea." After saying that, he put down the tea cup and said, "Mr. Shen, I come to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing. I want to ask you about financial issues. Nowadays, domestic entrepreneurs, second generation How do we usually allocate assets? You shouldn’t allocate A-shares, right?”
All stock traders know what is going on in A-shares. I’m big on A-shares… In short, it’s hard to describe in one word!
Shen Jinyuan didn't expect Jing Gao to get into the topic so quickly. He just said "good tea" and went straight to the topic. It was a quick talk. Hehe smiled and said: "Mr. Jing, I am in finance, but I am a small shrimp. The information I hear may not be complete. So, let me just say this, and you can just listen to it."
Jing Gao smiled and nodded.
Shen Jinyuan said: "It took 15 years for the stock market to collapse. Mr. Jing, you should have an impression of what happened next. The global stock market is all about cutting leeks. Including the U.S. stock market, which has the largest trading volume in the world. There is not even a chance for small retail investors to survive.
In 1945, 93% of U.S. stocks were held by retail investors. It is now down to 11%, all transactions between institutions and institutional investors. As for our A-shares, retail trading volume accounts for more than 90%.
Those comments on the Internet advocating that the U.S. stock market system is good and beneficial to retail investors are simply out of ideas. "
Jing Gao smiled and said, "Some people are stupid and some people are bad. Some people are stupid and bad! For example, public intellectuals."
Shen Jinyuan slapped his thigh, feeling like he had a confidant, and said: "Oh, Mr. Jing, you don't know how much I annoy those big Vs with meager incomes, you know! Mad, they are doing things like eating and ruining the pot. Pacific Ocean didn't join us." Guy, if you like America so much, move there yourself! Get out of here!"
Shen Jinyuan spoke happily and said with a smile: "Haha, let's talk about business, talk about business. From a security perspective, those with energy or funds overseas will generally allocate some US stocks and Hong Kong stocks.
Of course, it is easy to cut leeks in the A-share market, and some people are playing in it. But whether such unscrupulous plundering of people's property will be liquidated in the future is open to question. "
Jing Gao pondered, and then asked: "I made 1.2 million yuan in Hong Kong stocks in March and April. What kind of capital is this?"
Shen Jinyuan thought for a while, "Mr. Jing, wait a moment, I'm going to make a call and ask." He went out to make a phone call, then came back and said: "Mr. Jing, according to the estimates of my traders, this amount of funds should be very small. , no more than 20 million.”
Jing Gao nodded slightly.
It's not unusual for Fatty Ma to be able to scrape together 20 million. Nowadays, China has a large middle class. If real estate valuation is included, there are many people with assets of several million. After all, Fatty Ma lives in a government office in Beijing. It would be embarrassing if he couldn't raise this little money.
Fatty Ma is playing Hong Kong stocks with this amount of capital, so how much money does Zhao Canglong have in the stock market? Hey!
Jing Gao kept his expression and drank tea, "Mr. Shen, thank you. Then I'd better go and speculate in outside stocks. Do you have any recommendation for a more powerful private equity manager? My capital is about 1 billion."
