The focus of the entire box is on Jing Gao. Jing Gaozao came out of his experience, picked up the can of beer, raised it, and said with a smile: "It seems that I sang well. Thank you for your applause. I respect you all!"
"Cheers!" Everyone raised their glasses in response.
As the applause died down, the atmosphere in the box became a little more lively.
In the corner of the sofa, Jing Gao smiled and said, "Young Master Jiang, right? Let's have a drink."
Jiang Qinghua quickly picked up the beer can, bowed slightly, and said cautiously: "No, no. Mr. Jing, you can call me Qinghua or Xiao Jiang. I'll do it, you can do whatever you want." With that, he drank all the beer in one gulp. Drink it.
Not to mention that Guo Shaoqiang was dumbfounded. Several male and female classmates next to me were a little stupid. How could they not know who Jiang Qinghua was? Every gathering is full of arrogance. He is a young man who likes to show off, with the demeanor of "I am the one who laughs, yells, and scolds."
Sitting next to Jing Gao, the unnamed male classmate thought that "Mr. Jing" was a joke just now, but now he feels that everything Jing Gao does is quite classy! Listen to this sentence "Young Master Jiang, right?" It's very accurate.
Damn it, if one day I am qualified to say this, I will definitely point my finger at Jiang Qinghua’s chest and say: What an arrogant person! Hedong in thirty years, Hexi in thirty years. Don’t bully young people into poverty!
Jing Gao made a gesture, "Then let's call you Tsinghua University. Sit down. Sit down. Hey, I remember you didn't exist before Class 3."
Jiang Qinghua sat on the sofa next to Jinggao obediently like a primary school student, and explained: "I was in Class 2 before, and I was transferred to Class 3 in the second semester of the second semester of high school for arts and sciences. It's a pity that I can't be a classmate with Mr. Jing." .”
Guo Shaoqiang sat on the other side of the well, squeezing the nameless classmate away. He was about to cry. Mader, Jiang Qinghua both have this kind of character and appearance, which can only mean one thing: that the man in front of him is the actual controller of the Phoenix Fund! The owner who bought Uber for $8.2 billion.
Jing Gao laughed and said, "When I was in high school, my grades were average. You and my classmates are of no use. Student Guo, what does Tsinghua's family do? Please introduce me."
Guo Shaoqiang suddenly felt like crying with gratitude. Look, this is the big shot! You are broad-minded and magnanimous. A smile suddenly filled his fat face and he said: "Mr. Jing, the core company of Mr. Jiang's family is Chenyang Group. Its main business is: real estate development, property, hotels, shopping malls, etc. The business scope covers the whole province. The headquarters is in Jinling. .”
Jing Gao somewhat understood that the Qingfeng Group in Guo Shaoqiang's family might also be working with Jiang Qinghua's family. No wonder this fat man keeps saying "Master Jiang" and seems to ignore his classmates.
"Tsinghua University, do you know Song Yan? I remember that he seems to be studying in Jinling, and he is a native of Jinling."
When talking about acquaintances, Jiang Qinghua became a little more lively and said with a smile: "Ha, Mr. Jing, do you know Song Yan too?"
Jing Gao nodded with a smile and took a sip of wine. "He set up a supercar club in Shanghai. Two days before the National Day, I was invited to have a drink before returning to Haizhou."
Jiang Qinghua gave a thumbs up, "Mr. Jing, you are awesome. That boy Song Yan has a very high vision, and few people of his generation can catch his eye. His Fuhui Group is the leading private enterprise in Sujiang Province. Uncle Song is very important.
I was able to hang out with him because of our elder friendship, and then we had a good conversation about women. Hi, Mr. Jing, I made a mistake. It should be an honor for him to invite you over for a drink. I punished myself, punished myself with three cups. "
Jing Gao just smiled. Jiang Qinghua, the young master, has something. Jiang Qinghua said this deliberately wrong. If you want to advance, suppress it first! Moreover, drinking can help you make friends with him.
After Jiang Qinghua finished three cans of beer, Guo Shaoqiang invited: "Mr. Jing, Mr. Jiang, it's about time. How about we go to Taibai Restaurant and chat while we wait." There was singing here, but the environment for chatting was actually not good.
"Then let's go."
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Taibai Restaurant is less than 500 meters outside Green Dragon KTV. A two-story antique building. The private room facing the lake has a very good view. Guo Shaoqiang's family is a caterer, so he left early to book a large private room.
Jing Gao, Jiang Qinghua, and Guo Shaoqiang went upstairs to the box together. Waiters in red long-sleeved uniforms brought tea.
Guo Shaoqiang said goodbye in a sensible manner, "Mr. Jing, Mr. Jiang, you guys chat. I'll go outside to see how the food is being prepared."
Jing Gao and Jiang Qinghua sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the box, chatting about "Song Yan" while looking at the autumn lake view.
From that contact at the Magic City Super Running Club, Jing Gao knew that he and Song Yan couldn't get along. The only place where the two parties' businesses intersect is: film and television. But Jing Gao could vaguely feel some hostility towards him from this young talent. It's unclear, the way is unclear. But it shouldn't be wrong.
Therefore, he needs to know more about this person.
Jiang Qinghua also started chatting now. He and Song Yan were friends, so he would definitely not say anything critical in front of Jing Gao, just talk about romantic affairs, "Mr. Jing, you have seen Song Yan's appearance before. Compared with I'm handsome and have a sweet mouth.
Mader, this kid's highest record, was in a wine shop, seducing a rich girl who had just returned to China in five minutes. Take it to the small balcony on the second floor for a game of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds. "
I go. Your choice of words is very novel.
Jing Gao understood it and complained in his heart. Drinking tea calmly.
Jiang Qinghua chuckled and said again: "He is just playing for fun, and his academic performance is very good. He got into Donghai University based on his true ability in the college entrance examination. It is quite powerful. It is said that he was named the school girl by the girls of Donghai University. And in the university town over there There are several beautiful female college students in it who are all related."
Jing Gao said: "I heard that he has a girlfriend in Shanghai?"
Jiang Qinghua chuckled and said: "Mr. Jing, it must be in the Magic City. How about it in Jinling?"
While chatting, time flew by. Soon it will be dinner time.
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Guo Shaoqiang came out of Taibai Restaurant, called Ji Wenze on the sidewalk, and said in a low voice: "Old classmate, don't say I didn't inform you. The latest news: Mr. Jing of this place is Mr. Jing of that place."
Ji Wenze smiled and said: "Fat Guo, you have learned to speak classical Chinese. I am busy. Speak in human language."
Guo Shaoqiang looked around and whispered: "Jing Gao is the actual controller of Phoenix Fund. Mr. Jiang seems to know something. He is chatting with him. There is also a young master from Jinling. So, I specially called you. .”
Ji Wenze was full of wit and said: "Young Qiang, you are determined." The title was changed.
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At about 5:30 in the evening, classmates came to Taihu Restaurant one after another. Someone is paying the bill at the Green Dragon. A banner hangs downstairs of Taihu Restaurant: Warmly celebrate the reunion of Class 3 of Grade 04 of Haizhou No. 1 Middle School.
There are 4 tables lined up in the private room facing the lake. Approximately more than 40 students from Class 3, old and new, came. Originally, Ji Wenze came over because he had something to do in the evening.
Jing Gao did not go to the main table at the end, but casually chose a table nearby to sit down. And Jiang Qinghua, Ji Wenze, Guo Shaoqiang, and Lao Zou are all sitting here. Plus Shao Sisi, Cai Shiyao, and Du Juan. Then, several classmates who thought they were qualified sat over.
In an instant, this table is the focus, the main table.
Ji Wenze's hair was combed shiny and he said with a smile: "I propose that Mr. Jing tell us a few words. We are reunited after nine years. It is the fate and love that we have been classmates for three years. This is the first time for Mr. Jing. Come to our class reunion, you must have a lot of emotions to say.”
Jiang Qinghua said angrily: "Old Ji, your secretarial skills are good." He and Ji Wenze didn't want to deal with each other. There is no grudge, it's just that they don't like each other's styles.
Guo Shaoqiang took the lead in applauding and said loudly: "Everyone is welcome." He turned and asked the waitress to bring a microphone.
In the box, applause burst out warmly. Some of this applause was in agreement, and some was in appreciation of Jing Gao's singing voice just now. And Ji Wenze's reasons were well thought out, and no one would find them particularly objectionable.
It’s normal for classmates to gather together to reminisce about old friendships and talk about emotions. However, if you talk about this before eating, I am flattering you! Use us as tools and backdrops?
Jing Gao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but his emotions were also a little agitated. When I was twenty-seven, I was no longer a follower at the class reunion.
Everyone knows that flattery is bad. But everyone likes to be flattered. This is human nature. Igao is no exception. He is not a saint. In other words, he felt very comfortable being held up like this by several classmates. But he knew it well.
Jing Gao stood up and took the microphone, "Thank you everyone for the applause. This at least proves that I am not so annoying. My emotion is just two words: Serve."
After a few tenths of a second, the room burst into laughter, "Haha!" This was a kind laughter.
Jing Gao handed the microphone to the waiter, bowed to the students around him, and then sat down. Someone in the crowd heard shouting: "Okay!"
His friend Wei Junjie said bluntly that he did not want to be a background for others to show off, so he did not come to the class reunion. Now that he has been pushed to the "center" position, it is impossible for him to do things that he and his friends once hated. This guy will pretend to be very low-key, and it will make the friendship between classmates sour.
Therefore, he restrained himself and said "serve" directly.
When it comes to the reunion of high school classmates after nine years, does he feel a little emotional? There are still some. But it’s not easy to say it in public. You can't occupy this class reunion platform and force others to be your audience, right?
Jing Gao sat down, and the exquisite dishes in the restaurant were served like water. The way Jiang Qinghua, Ji Wenze, Guo Shaoqiang, Lao Zou, Shao Sisi, Cai Shiyao, Du Juan and others looked at him changed slightly.
Jing Gao is a really nice person.
How many people don’t want to make their voices heard on such an occasion? Don’t you want your former classmates to be your audience, listen to my memories of those years, and let me brag to you? Igao didn’t. There is no doubt that many years later, everyone will probably remember this scene, right?
After barely two bites of the food, Lao Zou, a science guy, stood up with a glass of wine in his hands and said in admiration: "Jing Gao, let me toast you. I'll do it, you can do whatever you want." Erliang's small cup of Feitian Maotai was given to him in one sip. Done.
This is the prelude to today's toast. Many classmates came over to have a drink with Jing Gao. Jing Gao's drinking capacity is actually quite good. But he guessed that he couldn't bear the toasts of nearly 40 people, so after a round of drinking, he excused himself to urinate and came out of Taibai Restaurant.
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The wind by the lake blows the trees that are gradually withering in autumn. Jing Gao walked slowly, feeling a little floating and feeling very happy.
He remembered that not long after he got the unlimited card, he understood what a great man wanted: respect! This is the fourth level defined in Maslow's hierarchy of needs.
Many great people like to talk about their own theories and pursuits. You must not know that personal ideals and pursuits have long been described thoroughly by philosophy and psychology. So, just follow the path pointed out by the predecessors honestly!
Three questions about life: Who am I, where do I come from, and where do I want to go? The predecessors have already summed it up and formulated the system. What happened to Shenhao? Most Shenhao are still ordinary people and cannot break through the paths opened by the predecessors.
Don't find this frustrating. This is the objective law. For example, Chen Ning Yang’s theory is still guiding the theoretical physics community. Should those who engage in physics be frustrated? Obviously it shouldn't.
He now feels that he has gained the "respect" of most of the students who came to the gathering today. So he is very happy.
At his level, it is obvious that he should pursue the fifth level of needs: the realization of self-worth! He should think about these questions.
There was the sound of footsteps and a refreshing fragrance. The petite and exquisite Shao Sisi came over with Jing Gao's handbag and said with a smile: "Mr. Jing, your escape skills are not good. You don't even want the handbag? Is that okay?"
Jing Gao took it and said with a smile: "You must be half drunk. Miss Shao, thank you. You didn't drink too much today, did you? I see a lot of boys are eager to give you a toast."
Shao Sisi chuckled, covered her mouth and said sweetly: "Mr. Jing, I haven't heard you compliment me on my beauty in the past year and a half. This is a compliment, huh! Can you still drink? There is a nice bar in front of you. I’ll buy you a drink. Let’s say thank you.”
"You are both a school beauty, and you still want me to praise you?" Jing Gao said with a smile: "You, Mr. Chen, are really a stickler, and you don't even give you a holiday during the National Day?"
Shao Sisi gently stroked her hair beside her ears, slightly raising her face, with admiration in her big eyes. The petite and convex figure Shao Meiren looked quite charming in the moonlight. She smiled and said: "What do you think? Let's go!"
Jing Gao said: "Well, let me buy you a cup of tea. The bar is very noisy and not suitable for small talk. I have a villa in front of Jinghu Lake."
