When Jing Yiyuan suffered a stroke, his mind was sometimes lucid and sometimes confused. However, when he was lucid, he had already concluded that he might not be able to survive this time.
Stroke is not terrible, but at his age, a person who has a stroke wants to get the results. Even though Mr. Jing is known as a great master, he still looks down upon life and death, but it is inevitable to feel a little sad in his heart.
But when he woke up again, he was shocked to find that he had regained his ability to move. Especially on the second day, he basically returned to his previous state. He couldn't help but wonder: What on earth is going on?
Among the group of old friends or friends of old friends he interacted with, there were many who had suffered strokes. Of course, Mr. Jing had a deeper understanding of the consequences of strokes and the recovery process than others.
Unfortunately, no one told him how the miracle happened. Instead, his daughter-in-law complained that a young man named Chen came here so recklessly that he almost died.
When Jing Yiyuan heard that it was Chen Taizhong, he was very suspicious. Just like Jing Ziling, he also believed that it was normal for someone who had some knowledge of oracle bone inscriptions to have some experience in Chinese medicine.
Mr. Jing also knew two old Chinese medicine doctors. Although they were both dead, he knew very well that if they were really dabblers, they might not dare to inject needles into his master. There would be consequences. Who could bear the consequences?
Xiao Chen, on the other hand, is notoriously reserved. He came to beg for help without asking for more than a few words. Obviously, this young man has many things that he doesn't want outsiders to know.
Maybe it was Xiao Chen who cured her. Thinking of this, Jing Yiyuan went to question his granddaughter, but Jing Ziling hesitated and refused to admit it.
In fact, it was just because she refused to complain about Chen Taizhong. As a grandfather, he understood everything in his heart. What's more, Xiaowei's eyes were also strange, without any hint of anger.
At Jing Yiyuan's age, there are very few things that he can't figure out. Especially since he is a celebrity himself. He has been tormented by many people asking for words. Of course, he understands Chen Taizhong's difficulty of not wanting to make it public.
Why bother? Am I the kind of person who talks laxly? He could only think with a wry smile. Master Jing actually still had a bit of arrogance in his heart: I won’t ask you for anything next time. I’ll do whatever I want. You’re willing.
If you take action, take action. If you don't take action, forget it.
As for spreading the word, it is even more impossible. Can anyone in this world escape the test of life and death? If not, why should I bother?
So, I heard that Chen Taizhong was going to Beijing. Mr. Jing wrote this calligraphy. Since you are a middle-aged man, you should get something if you bring this calligraphy to Beijing. We don't owe each other anything. I heard
Lao Huang has collected several paintings of my calligraphy in recent years.
Jing Ziling vaguely guessed what Jing Yiyuan was thinking. However, grandpa refused to tell her, and she couldn't ask random questions. It wasn't until this picture came out that the talented girl realized: Grandpa is returning a favor.
"You don't have to think so much. Anyway, it's the place where my grandfather wants you to transfer it." Jing Ziling didn't explain that much. "I said, the ICBC Hengshan branch is looking for Mr. Xing every day to lend money to the factory. You said
What should I do?"
Meng Yi, Secretary of the Provincial Party Committee, wanted to extort funds from Chen Taizhong, while ICBC in Hengshan was chasing Xing Jianzhong to lend money. Things in this world are still so funny.
But strictly speaking, the Hengshan branch of ICBC did this after learning that the tar factory had sufficient funds of its own and had no intention of borrowing money. To put it bluntly, it was just a beggar. The more unwilling you are to lend, the more willing we are to lend to you.
Wouldn't it be foolish not to lend money to a project that the investors themselves are very confident about?
"Leave it to Mr. Xing." Chen Taizhong shook his head with a smile and poked her forehead. "You are an investor. You have so many things to do. Separate your responsibilities. If Xing Jianzhong dares to play tricks, leave it to me.
alright."
"Hey, don't touch me," Jing Ziling brushed her hair and shouted dissatisfied, "Can you be a little more gentlemanly?"
In fact, she had some bangs on her forehead. Chen's poke didn't actually touch her skin. It was blocked by the thin layer of hair. She didn't know that the genius girl was so artificial because she disliked his hands and feet.
It's rough, but I still want to make progress by retreating.
While we were joking, the Beijing Airport was right in front of us. We got off the plane, and among the people who picked us up were not only Jing Junwei, but also Fan Rushuang’s secretary, Xiao Tie. Mr. Fan had been in Beijing for two days. "Okay, you meet your brother.
Go," Chen Taizhong came here because of Fan Rushuang, so he naturally understood the importance of it, "Don't get involved, we will contact you again when I am free."
Who would have thought that after leaving the airport, Jing Junwei and his sister were still following him and Xiao Tie. Chen Taizhong was a little strange, "Junwei, you... are you okay today?"
To be honest, Jing Junwei really had nothing to do today, so he smiled and nodded, "I also said that I wanted to take you to my house to sit there. Since you are in Beijing, you don't need to stay in those hotels."
Xiao Tie smiled and answered, "Thank you, but our director Fan has already arranged accommodation for Chen Chu, why don't we go and have a look together?"
The place where Chen Taizhong lives is the Beijing Office of Linliu. The office is actually just three renovated conjoined villas outside the West Fourth Ring Road. Linlu Investment bought it. Although the layout is small, it is clean.
Fan Rushuang went to the General Administration, and there were not many people in the office. Jing Junwei followed him to see the room reserved for Chen Taizhong. It was a sunny room on the second floor, a suite connected by two houses. The decoration inside was not particularly fashionable, but it inherited the old style.
Beijing’s style is extremely antique and exquisite.
"Linalu is not bad. It has such a place to stay." Chen Taizhong smiled and nodded, and he greeted the Jing brothers and sisters to sit down. He turned to look at Xiao Tie, "Secretary Tie, how are things going with Director Fan?"
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"I don't know about this," Xiao Tie shook his head with a smile. He seemed to have a strict mouth, but it didn't give people the impression that it was difficult to communicate. "You have a seat, and I will ask them to make tea."
"I don't know why, but I always feel eerie when it comes to occasions like this." Seeing Xiaotie leaving, Jing Junwei smiled at Chen Taizhong and said, "You might as well stay in a hotel."
The next three people chatted casually, and Chen Taizhong just found out. Jing Junwei had seen some wealthy and powerful families, and they all gave him the same impression. They were old houses, well-decorated, and were said to be a bit primitive but not as modern as Beijing.
I feel a little out of place in the big city.
When Chen Taizhong arrived at the office, it was already close to five o'clock. More than an hour later, Xiaotie came to inform that Director Fan was not coming back, but the office had already prepared meals, including the Jing family brothers and sisters.
Yes, invite them to the restaurant for dinner.
Hearing this, Jing Junwei and Chen Taizhong felt a little unhappy. It would not be wrong to be more attentive to the guests. However, being attentive to the guests like this is a bit overbearing and does not respect the guests enough.
What if Fan Rushuang did this? With his status, he is qualified to do so, but Director Fan is not here, and the people below do this, which really makes people feel uncomfortable.
"Taizhong, you can eat, I'm leaving," Jing Junwei smiled and stood up. The arrogance of the Jing family is deep in their bones. Although Xiao Jing has been in the capital at a young age, his worldliness and sophistication are unique to the Jing family.
I am quite experienced, but faced with this "overlord treating guests" attitude, I suddenly felt a little dissatisfied, "I even invited two friends to drink."
"I also went out for a walk, just in time to see the night view of Beijing." Chen Taizhong stood up with a smile and patted Xiao Tie on the shoulder, "Haha, Tie Mi, you can eat with them."
Xiaotie was still waiting to say something. Mr. Chen had already walked out. Seeing the indisputable posture, he could only follow behind him silently and send him out, but he was muttering in his heart, "Young people nowadays are really
Each one is more arrogant than the other."
After more than ten years in Beijing, Jing Junwei was quite familiar with the streets and alleys of the capital. He didn't even drive his Audi car, but threw it directly into the parking lot, and easily took the two of them around.
"What is Beipiao?" Chen Taizhong remembered what Jing Junwei said before and asked casually. At this time, the three of them were holding peanuts from the stove and peeling them while walking.
"They are just people floating in Beijing." Now, Jing Junwei no longer talked nonsense, but carefully dealt with Chen Taizhong, "Go and have a look at my studio?"
Jing Junwei opened an antique and jewelry appraisal studio. The rented space is the upper and lower floors of a two-story building. He also sells antiques, calligraphy and paintings. The upper and lower areas are more than 40 square meters. There are not many things on display, making the place seem empty.
"I found that there are so many inconspicuous small buildings like this in Beijing," Chen Taizhong said with emotion. "To be honest, Beijing feels too old. The roads are not as good as those in Phoenix."
"That's because you haven't integrated into this city yet," Jing Junwei smiled and shook his head, "But if you think about it, you can see that the cost of renovating the old city is too high for an ancient capital."
Climbing up to the second floor, there were seven or eight people in the room sitting around a huge root-carved wooden table, drinking tea and chatting about something with accents from all over the world.
"This is a group of my friends who are engaged in art and antiques," Jing Junwei introduced with a smile, "These are friends from my hometown...this is my sister."
"This is Beidiao," Jing Ziling took a chance and whispered to Chen Taizhong with a smile, "People in the land can't even afford to rent a house and live in the basement. That's how my brother came here..."
Chapter 932: What I saw in the capital
Chen Taizhong didn't have a good impression of Jing Junwei's group of friends. They spoke about inspiration and closed their mouths about understanding and so on. Although they all looked humble, they were very arrogant at heart, and they had a certain attitude that no one in the world could see in their eyes.
However, Jing Tao also explained later that although he has the title of "Jing Yiyuan's grandson", since he is in this business, he must have his own people and connections, and there is no shortage of helpers, so he has this one for everyone.
Exchange place.
Anyway, most of these people are quite arrogant. All it costs to open such a studio is tea money and some food money. That's about it for literati.
In short, Chen Taizhong didn't gain much when he came to Beijing. He just got a feel for cultural people. The next morning, he went shopping in the shops. It wasn't until noon that Fan Rushuang showed up and invited Chen Taizhong and the Jing brothers and sisters to have lunch.
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Director Fan probably also heard about what happened to Xiaotie yesterday, and he was quite polite in entertaining the three of them. He completely lost the scornful attitude he had when laying the foundation of the carbon factory, and actually smiled and asked Jing Junwei to come and sit down when he was free.
"We are all from Tiannan. When we come to Beijing, of course we have to take care of each other..." As she spoke, she did not forget to explain to the people next to her, "Director Zhen. From now on, Xiaojing can just come and sign. No money is allowed."
ah."
Director Zhen is the director of the Linli Office in Beijing. It seems to Chen Taizhong that he is still a deputy director, but he is busy running around. Even Xiaotie has to greet him. Looking at his slightly fat body, he is embarrassed.
He did.
Of course Jing Junwei wouldn't care about such a favor, but no matter what, it was Director Fan's goodwill, and he had to accept it, "If Director Fan said that, I wouldn't dare to come. If I get a 30% discount or something, I would be fine."
You can come here often."
Director Zhen smiled and joined in the fun, "Mr. Jing, do you know how much 30% off is? Did you see we have a menu here, accommodation fees and so on?"
In fact, there are still detailed charges for Lin Aluminum, but this is not what Jing Junwei can know.
Fan Rushuang's sharp edge was slowly revealed. Just when the meal was about to be finished, she naturally said, "Xiao Chen, come play mahjong with me this afternoon and meet two people by the way."
"Playing mahjong?" Chen Taizhong looked at her in astonishment. "Well, is Huang Hanxiang here?"
"Not here," Fan Rushuang smiled and shook her head, "But there are his friends inside, so maybe he will come over. That's hard to say. Anyway, you have nothing to do here.
Weiwei said this a bit overbearingly. But Fan Dong said it in a caring tone. Look, no one is playing with you, I am thinking of you.
Chen Taizhong pondered for a moment and felt that there was no need to agree. He was about to refuse, but found that Jing Junwei kept winking at him, huh? What does this mean?
Seeing that he was still confused, Jing Junwei simply hinted, "Taizhong. If you don't bring enough money, I'll lend you some."
Humph, I need to borrow money from you? Chen Taizhong immediately snorted coldly in his heart. Are you asking me to play mahjong? Doesn't that mean I'm short of money and trying to curry favor with you?
"Do you still need to pay? When Xiao Chen comes to Beijing, I will have to pay whatever I have to pay." Director Fan smiled kindly at Jing Junwei, "Next time, it will be yours."
"I still have some, let's talk if it's not enough," Chen Taizhong was a little annoyed. It's okay to look down on people, but if you all look down on people in unison like this, that's a bit of a problem. He smiled at Fan Rushuang in a daze, "I don't
You’re so good at playing, but you don’t know how big the land is?”
"Small mahjong is 10,000 per round, played with joy," Fan Rushuang answered him with a smile, "The banker pays 20,000 to the banker for betting or betting, and if you play by yourself, each of the three families will pay 10,000.
The banker's 20,000. "Well, there's only one dragon that's a big bear. It's 50,000. You're allowed to touch it but you're not allowed to eat it," Jing Junwei added, looking at Fan Rushuang, "right, Director Fan?"
The rules here are a bit different from those in Tiannan. Chen Taizhong has basically no connection with the quintessence of Chinese culture. It took him a long time to figure it out. He thought to himself that if there was a dragon in every game, wouldn't others lose miserably? "This mahjong is a bit too big."
Bar?"
"It's okay, I'll keep an eye on it for you," Jing Ziling said irritatingly, "If it doesn't work out then, you can do it while I can do it. My calculation ability is beyond comparison."
"Haha, a newbie is as fast as a knife." Jing Junwei knew that at a certain level or above, this is really a small mahjong game. "Zi Ling, just take some money and give him some advice. I hope he can win three hundred thousand."
"Well, winning or losing is a matter of between ten and two hundred thousand," Xiaotie answered with a smile, "If Director Chen can win three hundred thousand, then he's in for a treat."
It seems that you all regard me as a piece of shit? Chen Taizhong is a little aggrieved. Is it difficult to win 300,000 yuan? Today, I will let you see my brother's methods.
Because the depression was so intense, he didn't even notice that, consciously or unconsciously, he had acquiesced in the fact that Jing Ziling accompanied him to play cards.
After all, in the end, Jing Junwei still took a handbag containing 100,000 yuan and stuffed it to his sister, with a smirk on his face, "Keep an eye on it, I guess Taizhong will need this money in the end."
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Director Zhen drove the seven-seater Dodge business car owned by the Beijing Liaison Office, and walked along Wenjin Street in Xi'anmen until he reached Dongsi, turned left and right, and arrived in front of a hotel.
Even though this is one of the most prosperous areas in the capital, this hotel is quite inconspicuous and is located in an alley. This shows that there are so many hotels in the capital.
There was an automatic mahjong machine in the room. Five people had been waiting inside, but unfortunately there was no opening. After Fan Rushuang brought a group of people in, a woman in her early thirties stood up and greeted with a smile, "Sister Fan, today
You are late."
This is Mr. Yu from an advertising company. One of today's characters. The other character is a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion. He is Yin Jinghua, the vice president of a time-honored hotel in Beijing.
Yin Jinghua brought a young man in his mid-twenties or eighties. The young man looked much more energetic than Mr. Yin, but anyone who often hangs around in the capital knows that glamorous appearance is not enough for food, and there are too many outstanding talents here.
Mr. Yu also brought someone with him, Ma Xiaoya, the former column host of Central Platform, who has now resigned. The fifth person is Nangong Maomao, the owner of this hotel. His name is very feminine, but he is an out-and-out.
The old man is very masculine.
After a long time, Chen Taizhong realized that there were rules for doing this in the capital. It was really shameless to have no one around to help him. Fortunately, Fan Rushuang brought Xiaotie with him today, and there were even more people standing behind him.
Jing Ziling, a talented and beautiful girl who has conquered the entire country, did not offend the magnanimous people.
Just like the sheep driven by the out-of-town sheepherder ate the grass in the park in the western suburbs, Chen Taizhong's evaluation of him was that he deserved to suffer a loss if he rashly entered an area he was not familiar with! Fortunately, today's Mr. Chen made a mistake.
Yangcuo brought a fig leaf.
After a few words of greeting, everyone sat down around the table naturally, listening to the automatic mahjong machine shuffling the cards and chatting about something. Mahjong was originally meant for chatting while playing to enhance feelings.
Chen Taizhong basically didn't have a say, because Fan Rushuang didn't have many opportunities to speak. Seeing the posture of Mr. Yu and Yin Jinghua, even the powerful main hall didn't pay much attention to it. Most of the time, these two people were bickering.
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While chatting, somehow, Mr. Yu started talking about Jing Ziling. She played a card and looked at Chen Taizhong with a smile, "Xiao Chen, your girlfriend, do you have any plans to come to Beijing for development?
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Before Chen Taizhong could speak, Jing Ziling had already answered, "I have just been admitted to university, and it will probably take a few years before I can come to Beijing to study as a graduate student."
"Five tubes," Yin Jinghua played a card without blinking, but laughed and said, "Haha, let Mr. Yu transfer you to Beijing. What a big deal, isn't it?
Mr. Yu?"
"If you, Mr. Yin, just say something, you will study for a master's degree and a Ph.D. directly." How is Mr. Yu so easy to get along with? "The five tubes touched... Xiao Chen, this girlfriend is really rare and beautiful. If she is with us
The company has signed a contract, and I will take orders worth at least three million yuan for her a year." "Xiao Chen doesn't care about the money, even if he is young," Fan Rushuang interrupted with a smile, but for some reason, she didn't open the door.
Jing Ziling's identity was explained simply, "If he really cares, it would not be difficult to sign in Europe."
