The old man seemed to be very interested in the current business development of China, so he took Wang Jianlin to sit down and chat.

From his words, Han Xuan learned that Wanda had just been established six years ago and had gradually entered the real estate industry from an old city renovation project.

Last year, I just developed a community in Yangcheng, and the sales volume is particularly hot. I am now preparing to buy land in the Shanghai Stock Exchange and develop it after the capital turnover comes.

He has no idea to build Wanda Plaza yet. He is a well-known real estate developer and most of them carry out projects with the government.

Who would have thought that this small company with assets currently only over 100 million yuan will become a giant with a market value of hundreds of billions in the future?

Han Xuan knew.

The comprehensive shopping mall he plans to build in Lujiazui is based on the future Wanda.

But now this idea only exists in my mind. In 1994, the economy did not develop, and building such a shopping mall was too advanced.

When he found that Wang Xiaocong had been staring at his hat, Han Xuan took it off and tucked it on his head.

His mother Lin Ning is learning from Guo Muzhou and said that she had the idea of ​​sending her son to Singapore to attend elementary school recently.

A future demon king who is in a world of chaos will develop as usual according to the trajectory of his previous life. Seeing that he is cute, Han Xuan couldn't help but squeeze it again.

Wang Xiaocong was immediately dissatisfied and destroyed him with his eyes.

After dinner, Wang Jianlin called the waiter to check out and chatted until the door of the Peace Hotel. He suppressed his excitement, took Mr. Han's business card with both hands and waved goodbye.

It was already very late. After going back to take a shower, Han Xuan stood by the window, looked at Lujiazui, which was working for a while, turned around and lay on the bed, and slept until dawn.

At around 8 o'clock the next morning, an aircraft with the United Airlines logo was printed on it soared from Hongqiao Airport and flew north.

Target Yanjing

More than two hours later, it was natural for the airport to greet him again. Han Xuan laughed for an hour amid a burst of warmth.

The flash of an old-fashioned camera is not very lethal, but after closing your eyes, the reporter will ask for another photo.

His eyes were as red as a rabbit, and he sat in a car arranged by someone else. When the wind blew, his eyes were watery.

Having seen the Shanghai Stock Exchange, Han Xuan was not surprised by the current situation in Old Yanjing.

Following the airport expressway just built last year, after entering the suburbs of the city, small yellow vans were everywhere on the street.

The chatter driver introduced in a Beijing movie: "We all call it face, there are three types of taxis on the street, yellow face, red yellow Xiali and crown.

When you go out, you can get a yellow face, which costs 10 yuan and 10 kilometers. When you see Xiali, you don’t dare to raise your hand, let alone the crown that costs 2 yuan per kilometer.”

"Master Qian, don't rush to go to the hotel. Take us here first. Where are you now?"

"We are almost in Chaoyang District, there are so many places to visit in Yanjing, including Temple of Heaven, Forbidden City, Great Wall, and Summer Palace?"

"Those who go when you have time, look at the capital first..." Han Xuan and the middle-aged driver finished speaking, looking out the window.

In the alley, a group of women had a machine on their heads, probably perming their hair.

Many women wore bright red lipstick, wore leather windbreakers with fur collars, and hurried by with small bags.

There were people riding bicycles on 28 bars everywhere, and foreigners could be seen among them. The traffic police were wearing white uniforms and raised their hands when the red light was on.

Around an Alto car, dozens of people stopped their bicycles. Some women had short legs and couldn't reach the ground. They had to jump down and wait until the green light was on before riding.

The old man pushed the bamboo stroller and hummed the Peking Opera tone. When he passed by a glass window, he found that the fake model inside was not wearing any clothes. He pushed the cart and looked back and forth several times, shook his head and sighed, sighing that the world was not old and people's hearts were getting worse.

In order to align with internationalization, the barber shop gave a fashionable name called Mona Lisa. This is not enough. After writing in traditional Chinese, it must be marked below in English.

When women come out, they all look like Tibetan mastiffs with hair blown out.

I muttered that I was not curly enough, not yellow enough, and I raised my hand and stretched my hair, and the twisted my butt when I walked was a little bigger than before.

Why twist your butt?

No, you are a local bun, do you understand fashion?

The sky is blue, and large white clouds float, blown by the wind, slowly drifting southward.

The closer you get to the city, the wider the roads are. There are some red walls, yellow tiles and glass beasts hidden in the green trees, showing the nobleness of the ancient imperial city.

The brand new bus was crowded with people, and the passengers standing in the middle had to get off the station and couldn't squeeze out at all.

Someone was shaking his arms like an epilepsy and shouting that he wanted to get off the car.

Han Xuan also saw a fat man with his face squeezed against the glass, and his whole face had been deformed.

There was water mist on the glass in winter. He initially thought it was a modernist abstract painting poster. He put it on to add to the aesthetics of the bus. After a closer look, he realized that it was actually a human being.

After entering Dongzhimenwai Street, we came to Sanlitun, located in the central and western part of Chaoyang District. It is the famous foreign embassy area in Yanjing. Foreigners basically operate in this area.

Therefore, the business is more prosperous than other places, and you can see many Western-style bars, karaoke bars, etc.

It’s just that it’s daytime now, and the weather is quite cold, so there are not many people on the road. Occasionally, a foreigner came out of the diplomatic apartment area and was shivering from the cold.

Nowadays, there are many old courtyards in this area, with the gates open to the road, and several families live together, and the children are fighting with each other at the door.

The alley was very lively. The old man and the old woman were washing vegetables and clothes while chatting with each other. The young man riding a tricycle was selling: "Sell coal! Honeycomb coal!"

Suddenly a child came over and asked the adults at home how much it cost...

The grandfather and grandson chatted with each other, and the Hongqi car took a long way to the street.

After seeing the Forbidden City and Tiananmen Square, I walked straight west from West Chang'an Street and came to the Diaoyutai State Hotel located in the Diaoyutai Scenic Area.

At the door were soldiers wearing military uniforms standing guard, with real guns and ammunition, probably because there were many people coming here this time, and the patrol team could be seen everywhere. After registering, they drove in and arrived in front of Building 18.

There was a fat old man in a suit who was so anxious that he was jumping up and looking at his watch from time to time. He was the person in charge of this building and had received a call from the airport, but no one came over for a long time.

Now seeing these Red Flag cars, I breathed a sigh of relief and ran to open the car door with a smile on my face: "It's finally here, welcome!

In the morning, Mr. Bryson, Deputy Secretary of Commerce, and many others have come to ask whether you have arrived or not.”

"Sorry, I've been delayed in visiting on the road, I'm so sorry"

Han Xuan looked at the two gilded bronze lions in the Old Summer Palace at the door, but he didn't expect that they would arrange the hotel in Diaoyutai. It seemed that China attached great importance to this exchange meeting.

I was shocked when the waiter brought him, grandpa and grandpa to the presidential suite. I used to live here for the heads of state and the president.

The fat old man just now smiled and said, "Mr. Deng specially arranged for you to live here. Han Xuan, do you want to live alone or with your family?"

Han Xuan was in a very happy mood when he heard this title

(ps: I can’t write it in China anymore. It’s so difficult. I can’t find the information. It seems that many people don’t like to read it, so they will skip here quickly.) (~^~)
Chapter completed!