"Ping'er, what is your central business district? Why does it sound so awesome?" Wang Shuo asked.
"Central Business District is what foreigners call it. It is actually similar to our Shougang living area and some oil field living areas.
It’s just a community with complete facilities, and it can be called a business district.” Zhang Junping explained it in terms they could understand.
The living area of some very large enterprises such as Shougang and Oilfield is a small functional society.
There are all kinds of banks, post offices, hospitals, schools, supply and marketing cooperatives, police stations, etc.
"Oh! This is what you are talking about!"
"Yes, but it's a little higher than the living quarters of those very large companies.
The central business district should have five-star hotels, relatively high-end hotels, higher-end than department stores, and complete shopping malls.
There are also other banks, post offices, schools, hospitals, and police stations.
Around these, many high-end residential areas will be built.
In short, one word is expensive!
If you measure the central business district with money, it is not the most expensive, only more expensive."
"There is no most expensive, only more expensive. This is so awesome!" Wang Shuo applauded.
"Ping'er, how much does it cost to build the central business district you mentioned?" Ye Jing asked.
Among Wang Shuo and Ye Jing, Wang Shuo simply felt that Zhang Junping could be friends with him. Ma Wei and Ma Wei all admired Zhang Junping's artistic level, but Ye Jing was the only one who admired Zhang Junping's business acumen.
"I don't know yet, because there are still many problems that need to be solved if we want to build a classical Chinese-style business district. It will probably cost several hundred million!" Zhang Junping did not hide anything and spoke directly.
As a friend, hiding and tucking will only make people alienate in the end.
Zhang Junping's words shocked several people. Even Zhang Hua was a little shocked by Zhang Junping's generosity.
Wang Shuo didn't even know what to say.
You know, they are still struggling and working hard for tens of millions of dollars.
Wang Shuo was even worse. Before he started writing, he didn't have more than one hundred yuan.
In fact, Wang Shuo has always been miserable when it comes to money.
This is also determined by Wang Shuo's character.
Wang Shuo has a bit of the character of an ancient scholar. He regards money as dirt and despises wealth but values righteousness.
What does the master mean when you have less money? It is up to you to sell it.
…
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur will be exchanged for fine wine, and I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.
This kind of heroic life is what Wang Shuo yearns for.
In later generations, Wang Shuo also had no money. Food, housing, and clothing were all given by friends, even female friends.
He is not ashamed of this at all, nor does he have the consciousness to eat soft food.
This is Wang Shuo, he lives a very real life and is not artificial at all.
Maybe that's why Wang Shuo has so many friends. Even when he is in trouble, there are many people who are willing to help him.
"Brother Ping...Zhang, can you ask a question that I shouldn't ask?" Zhang Hua opened his mouth. In the past, Ping'er couldn't speak, so he simply changed his name to Brother Zhang.
"You want to ask me how much money I have?" Zhang Junping guessed what Zhang Hua wanted to ask and asked with a smile.
"Yes! I shouldn't have asked this, but I'm just too curious!" Zhang Hua smiled awkwardly.
Wang Shuo, Ma Weidu, Ye Jing and others on the side were also full of curiosity.
Everyone has a tendency to gossip.
"To be honest, I don't know exactly how much money it is! Because my fund manager is responsible for all my money.
I really didn’t have much cash, most of it was used to buy stocks and foreign exchange futures, and a small amount was used to buy land in Hong Kong and Japan!”
"Tsk! Tsk! Ping'er's words are so arrogant!" Wang Shuo is indeed Wang Shuo. He didn't change his title just because Zhang Junping had money. He praised.
"Actually, the money doesn't belong to me anymore. All my money is donated to the charity foundation. It's just that I run the foundation and I am the chairman of the foundation."
"Donated to the foundation? Can you still play like this?"
"There is no way, the taxes abroad are very high. If I don't donate, less than half of my money will have to be used to pay taxes.
I thought, why should my money be so advantageous to the foreign devils? So, I might as well set up a charity foundation and donate all the money to it."
"Ping'er, just for these words of yours, let me go!" Ma Weidu raised his glass.
"This is what Chinese gentlemen did, so go away!"
"Let's go! Jing Ping'er, good job!"
People in this era were still very pure. Zhang Hua, Wang Shuo, Ma Weidu and others all applauded Zhang Junping's behavior.
"Brothers, you are so flattering! I also feel sorry for the money!" Zhang Junping said modestly.
"Ping'er, what does your charitable foundation do?"
"The full name of my charitable foundation is the Craftsmen Mutual Aid Foundation.
The purpose is to help the inheritance and development of traditional crafts around the world.
In the future, we may hold some activities such as international craft competitions or traveling exhibitions.
Protect some crafts that are on the verge of being lost and help them pass them on.
Provide living support to some poor craftsmen." Zhang Junping briefly introduced his Craftsman Mutual Aid Foundation.
This meal lasted until about ten o'clock in the evening.
Zhang Junping doesn't drink, but Zhang Hua and others drink almost as much.
Even though they were drunk like this, several people did not forget to bring a knife and fork from Lao Mo.
Zhang Junping also joined in the fun and bought a set of knives and forks and a small spoon.
This is the fun that belongs to BJ people in this era.
When you go to Lao Mo to eat, if you don't take a knife, fork, bowl, chopsticks, and small plate with you, you will be embarrassed to say that you have eaten at Lao Mo.
They all have their points, but if you don’t visit the Great Wall, you are not a true man.
If someone doesn't know Chen Jinnan, calling him a hero would be in vain.
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"What do you mean, kid? Do you dislike my old lady?" The old lady angrily scolded Zhang Junping early in the morning.
Zhang Junping smiled bitterly and explained: "Old lady, how could I dislike you?
Aren’t I making room for senior brothers and sisters so that you can enjoy family happiness to your heart’s content?”
Considering that the old lady's children would all come back, Zhang Junping decided to move to his own courtyard.
The result was unexpected and made the old lady angry.
"Fart, it's their business, what's your business?" The old lady didn't want Zhang Junping to leave.
"Old lady, we two can do anything, and we are used to it.
However, the senior brothers and sisters all have their families and there are many of them.
We are not familiar with each other, so it is a bit awkward to live together.
Don't worry, I will move back as soon as my senior brothers and sisters leave.
If senior brother and senior sister are no longer leaving, then I will make sure to stay awake at dawn and dusk and come here to say hello to you every day!" Zhang Junping comforted you with a smile.
"You're the only one with a lot of things to do!
Let me tell you, you must have a good time in the morning and dusk, otherwise I will not obey!" the old lady said angrily.
The old lady is not an unreasonable person, so she naturally knows that when her children and grandchildren come back and Zhang Junping lives at home again, both her children and grandchildren and Zhang Junping will not feel comfortable.
It's better to move out.
It's just that for such a long time, the old lady couldn't bear to leave Zhang Junping.