"You said you read the newspaper carefully, but you still can't react after hearing this. Francine Breviti, a reporter from the San Francisco Observer, once satirized our Shanghai Stock Market in the newspaper, saying that it was just an inaccurate and wrong term.
This year, uh, should I say last year, in August last year, the Beijing Evening News wrote about two young men who returned from Wall Street. Their goal of returning to China was to set up our own stock exchange. In September, there were reports about them in the newspapers again. They were no longer two people, but a group.
Not only that, they were also valued by a female director of the Macroeconomics Department of the State Commission for Restructuring the Economic System. Think carefully about whether there is a need for a stock exchange in our country.
"Needless to say, it is of course necessary. How can a country be without securities trading?" Leng Yan said as a matter of course.
"Keep thinking."
Nan Yi picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea, and picked up the newspaper on the coffee table.
"District Chief Min originally wanted to contract the Jiuyao Factory to you, right?" Leng Yan asked after thinking for a while.
Nan Yi replied without even raising his head: "Yeah."
"It was you who insisted on carrying out the shareholding reform?"
"You could say that."
"So, you were thinking about listing Shengchen Pharmaceutical at that time?"
"Not bad, you're not that stupid."
"You're stupid." Leng Yan muttered, "Who knows if the stock exchange can be established? Even if it is established, how do you know when it will be successful? Maybe it will be five, ten, or even twenty years later?"
"I know which way the doors of the New York Stock Exchange, Nasdaq, and Hong Kong Stock Exchange open."
"Oh, be prepared for both situations."
"Oh shit, the road to success is paved for you. If you can't get through, I'll break your legs." Nan Yi put down the newspaper, looked at Leng Yan's face and said, "I will transfer the 8% that Ye Yu holds on my behalf to you first. After February, I will also give you the 2% I hold. You will become the largest natural person shareholder of Shengchen Pharmaceutical. Later, you can find a way to acquire the shares held by other shareholders and become a truly major shareholder.
I tell you, I have already reserved for you the position of the richest woman in China in 1993 and 1994, so you better hold on tight and don’t let the crown fall off.”
"Hehe, can you become the richest man just by selling cold medicine?"
"Don't just think about taking ready-made products. Think of ways on your own. For drugs whose patents are about to expire abroad, you can buy the patents at a low price, then change the appearance and re-register the patents in China. For Chinese medicine prescriptions, you can find one or two reliable ones and turn them into Chinese patent medicines.
You are more immersed in the pharmaceutical industry than I am, and you are not stupid either. All you need to do is change your mindset and break free from the shackles of following orders. Silly girl, your wings are strong now, spread your wings and fly high. "
Leng Yan walked forward and hugged Nan Yi, whispering in his ear: "Thank you, if I hadn't met you in New York, I can't imagine what I would be like now."
Nan Yi patted Leng Yan on the back and said, "We have been classmates for more than three years. We are one of the four greatest friends in life. If I don't help you, who else can I help? Please allow me to call you the richest man in advance."
"Hehe, you might as well call me Cold Gloves."
"Be good and be the richest woman. You will definitely become a benchmark for female independence. Queen Cold, let me be the humble man who supports you from behind."
"Don't think that you can make me work hard for you just by saying a few nice words." Leng Yan said unwillingly.
"Don't say such harsh words. This is a mutually beneficial thing. Okay, you can let me go now and hug your own husband at home in the future."
"I don't know where my husband is yet." Leng Yan said, letting go of Nan Yi's hand.
"Keep your sights low and you'll find one soon. I advise you not to look for someone who is too capable. It's too tiring for a couple to get along if both are capable. Don't be superstitious about having a common language. As someone who has been through this, I can tell you that a couple is a good match only if they complement each other."
"Haha, it seems you are deeply touched. I have to tell Liu Zhen that you said bad things about her."
"Hey, which side are you from?" Nan Yi pretended to be angry.
"I will always be on your side, and you will always be my boss at Nan University."
"Don't say nice things. There's still a lot of time. Let's wait and see." Nan Yi said meaningfully.
Leng Yan stayed in the old house until 7:30 and then left. As soon as she left, Nan Yi asked the school beauty, "What do you think of her?"
"I don't think she looks good. She seems fake, Nansheng. I don't think she's trustworthy."
"She just said, 'One heart, two plans.' People's minds are fickle and hard to predict. Let's wait and see. The stock market is a cesspool. Once Shengchen Pharmaceuticals goes public, it will be easy to find fault with her. I hope that won't be necessary.
Tell Yamei to find a new personal secretary, preferably one who is filial and has one of the parents with a chronic illness. Filial piety is the most important virtue, and a filial person can’t be that bad.”
"Or a woman?"
"Well, don't be too old, and have rich experience in life. Once you see my male dog waist and know my core strength, I'm afraid he will pounce on me. I'm tired and don't want to look for it anymore. I can just hunt for wild food occasionally."
With ten years of consistent exercise, how could Nan Yi's figure be bad? Young girls don't understand, but an old woman will eat him alive.
When the school beauty heard Nan Yi's words, a strange expression appeared on her face.
"Heh, little girl." Nan Yi smiled faintly and asked, "Is Yun Yun's information coming soon?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"I didn't expect that Liu Qinglong would be the most reliable of the three Liu brothers. He always finds trouble for me. Fortunately, Wuwei will not have such troubles in the future. Liu Zhen, this little girl, has lost a lot of money on this investment."
After sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room for a while, Nan Yi called Huang Saner and asked her to come out and have supper with him.
It was nearly nine o'clock, in Xidan, a popular late-night snack spot, Nan Yi and Huang Saner were sitting in the barbecue restaurant of Kang Jia. There were skewers in the middle of the table and a bowl of mutton soup in front of each of them.
"Did you learn anything from this trip?"
"I give up. I 'll do business honestly in the future and don't want to get involved in any fights." Huang Saner shook his head and said.
"Very good, the money was well spent."
Nan Yi scooped a spoonful of mutton offal soup and took a sip, frowned and then relaxed. The mutton offal was not fresh. It might be stale stuff that had been frozen in the summer or at least in the autumn.
Moving the bowl to the side, Nan Yi picked up the skewers and started eating.
"I will return to you whatever Master Nan spent this time."
"Forget it, it didn't cost much. Seeing the changes in you now, it's all worth it." Nan Yi said and waved in the direction of the counter.
"Nan Yi, what do you want?"
Hyperthyroidism came over when he saw Nan Yi calling him.
“I saw some eggplant just now?”
"Yes, the vegetables grown in greenhouses are very expensive." Hyperthyroidism replied.
"I don't have an appetite for mutton soup. Please make me some diced eggplant noodles."
Hyperthyroidism bent down and leaned close to Nan Yi's ear and said, "It tastes stale?"
"I have a picky mouth."
"I can't help it. Mutton and mutton offal are expensive in winter. It's not that I'm mean. They are all good things, but they have been frozen for too long."
"No need to explain, I understand. There are a few mutton hotpot restaurants in Beijing that use mutton that is not from the summer. Hurry up and help me get some noodles. I haven't had dinner yet."
"Okay, you wait."
"Boss Kang is now a big name in the catering industry. He has opened several branches." Huang Saner said after Jia Kang left.
"He deserves it. You didn't see him a few years ago when he first started his business. In the summer he sweated like he was boiling water, and in the winter he shivered with cold. He would always meet one or two freeloaders every night. It's not easy for him to survive until today."
"It's not easy for anyone. When I was setting up a stall with Liuzi, someone stole my clothes and I chased him for nine blocks. I was so tired that I almost vomited bile."
"Come on, everyone knows that you were the best when you were setting up a stall in East City. How many people dared to tease you?"
"The past is too hard to recall. It's all in the past. Don't mention it or talk about it anymore." Huang Saner waved his hand and dropped his book bag.
"Oh, that's great. A person who runs a training class should have the aura of a scholar. This is in line with your status. Go to the optical shop tomorrow to get a pair of plain glasses, and put two pens in your pockets, and it will be even more appropriate."
"Two isn't enough, I'll put eight in."
"No, two means you're an intellectual, more means you're a pen repairman, too much is as bad as too little. If someone asks you what you're busy with recently, just say you're busy solving the Goldbach conjecture, which is a difficult mathematical problem. As long as you don't pretend in front of math majors, you'll get the point."
"Uncle Nan, is it appropriate for someone like me to pretend to be an intellectual?" Huang Saner asked in surprise.
"Why not? Not to mention being an intellectual, you can even pretend to be an expert. I'll build a Pacific University of International Relations on some small island, give you a doctorate degree in political finance, and then build a doctoral station for you to stay as a postdoc. I'll spend some money to get you some research reports published, and you can participate in a few big-name, but actually not very good, financial forums. As long as the newspapers report it, you'll become Huang Saner's international economic expert."
"Master Nan, please stop teasing me to cough. I'm not that kind of person, and I can't pretend to be like that."
"It's not as hard to pretend to be an expert as you think. Economic experts don't necessarily need to solve practical problems. As long as they can find problems and the pain points of ordinary people, that's enough. Let me give you an example. Farmers are suffering now. You can summarize the pain points of farmers and then publish an article in the newspaper to call on everyone to pay attention to the three rural issues.
As long as you raise a question, there will naturally be people who flatter you and say that you dare to speak for the farmers and are an expert with a conscience. As for how to solve the specific problem, it's none of your business. It's not your turn to solve it anyway. If you only talk and don't do anything, your expert skin will never be stripped away."
"But what if you are forced to do something practical?"
Nan Yi put down the bamboo stick in his hand, rubbed his hands and said: "That's easy, just pick a village as a model. It's difficult to change the backward appearance of the countryside, but it's easy to change the backward appearance of a village.
Take 5,000 yuan, find an agricultural technician who knows how to cultivate oyster mushrooms in the north, and go to the south to find a village to grow Huang Saner oyster mushrooms for poverty alleviation. In just two years, the village's income level will definitely increase significantly.
Then you can find an excuse to leave, and nothing good will happen next.
Seeing that growing oyster mushrooms can make money, the neighboring villages will certainly follow suit. By the third year, there will be an oversupply of oyster mushrooms in the small market, and the price will plummet, making growing oyster mushrooms extremely unprofitable.
When the farmers are at a loss, you can go back with 10,000 yuan, organize transportation, and deliver the mushrooms to surrounding cities and counties for sale. This step requires a good rhythm. Many people can think of this method, but don't let others get ahead of you.
Then, you can retire after achieving your goal. The problems that will arise later are big problems. You need to be a doer to solve them. You need to have some real skills. Talking alone will not work.
Anyway, after all this time, you have both theory and practice, and your title as an expert is completely established.”
"Uncle Nan, is it so easy to be an expert in your words?" Huang Saner said seriously.
Nan Yi sneered, "I was just joking, but you took it seriously. But speaking of it, everyone can be an expert. For example, I am an expert in acting. I am a master at playing Nan Yi. How many people can shamelessly say that they can play better than me?"
"That's right, Master Nan, you played Master Nan so well. I couldn't tell that you were acting." Huang Saner gave him a thumbs up and praised.
"Right? In order to act like Nan Yi, I ate and slept with Nan Yi, and followed him to the toilet when he took a shit, day in and day out for more than 20 years. Who knows how much suffering and pain I endured? One minute on stage is the result of 20 years of hard work off stage."
"Okay, Master Nan, that's all you have to say today. If you don't win the Best Actor award this year, I'll destroy that business."
"No, no, keep a low profile, keep a low profile. I'm still young and will have plenty of opportunities in the future. As for the Best Actor award, let the veterans take it first. We must pay attention to unity, respect the seniority of the veterans, and carry forward the fine tradition of seniority. While I'm still young, I'll endure more hardships, accumulate more experience, and strive to achieve great success."
"Master Nan, how about I send you to Tiangang tonight? If you want to learn stand-up comedy from Master Ma, you have to be from the Shou family, right?"
"Nonsense, old man Ma Sanli himself is of the Shou generation, so his disciples should be of the Bao generation, right?" Nan Yi said uncertainly.
"I don't know. I just listen. I don't care about their generation." Huang Saner said, and suddenly pursed his lips, "Master Nan, the woman behind you has been quite active recently."
Nan Yi said without turning his head: "Who is it?"
"Her name is Xia Qiong. She followed a local boss from a mountain town named Mou... Oh, Mou Nande. He is quite resourceful. He got a large loan from the bank. I heard that he wanted to go to the Soviet Union to exchange for some kind of airplane. I don't know if it's true or not."
"It's not clear. Who are you talking about who has a solution?"
"It's a woman. Who knows who she found? She's pretty wild." Huang Saner said.
Nan Yi nodded, "It's a wild approach. According to current bank policies, it is impossible to lend to private enterprises in principle."
While talking, Nan Yi was secretly thinking, "So it was at this time that Mou Dapao traded canned food for airplanes. I remember he made nearly 100 million. Hehe, he fell into trouble later. I think this deal planted the seeds of disaster."
Buying and selling planes may seem like just being a middleman, but there are so many middlemen in the civil aviation industry and it has to go through so many people's hands. Only Mou Dapao is smart, and everyone else is a fool.
Not to mention that Nan Yi doesn't need the 100 million now. Even if he does, he won't think about seizing this opportunity. He would either just take a sip and give up the bulk, or swallow a big bite and plant the seeds of trouble in the future. No matter how you think about it, it's not worth it.
It's a junked Tu-154, not a Su-27. If it were a fighter jet, Nan Yi would still get involved even if he lost 1 billion, let alone making 100 million.
"Huang San'er, is it known to everyone in Beijing that they want to change planes?"
"Not really. They rented a building from the Material Bureau as an office and warehouse. I just found out about it by chance. But Mou Nan De is a bit of a chatterbox. He brags to anyone he catches."
"oh."
Nan Yi responded, glanced back, and immediately turned back to continue eating his skewers.
"Is there anyone in hand?"
"There are four or five people who can be trusted."
"Go to bed early today and wait for my call tomorrow morning. I may have something for you to do."
"Check the frame?"
"What the hell, just check a person." Nan Yi spat, and then said, "I'm almost done. It's so cold, do you want me to take you back?"
"No, my motorcycle is still outside."
"Meat wrapped in iron, change to a four-wheeler as soon as possible. You buy the meal, I'll leave first."
Nan Yi said hello to Jia Kang, then opened the curtain and walked out of the barbecue restaurant. As soon as he went out, the cold wind carrying yellow sand hit his face. He spat twice and quickly ran to the parking lot.
Just as I sat in the car to warm up for a while, a face came up to the car window, wiped the glass with one hand, and stared inside with two eyes.
Nan Yi rolled down the car window and shouted outside, "What are you looking at?"
"What's wrong with you? Open the door quickly. You're freezing to death."
"It's not locked, open it yourself."
The person outside the car was Yi Qianxi, Nan Yi’s cheap cousin.
Yi Qianxi opened the car door and got in. She rubbed her hands together for a few times, then held her cheeks. "It's freezing outside. It's more comfortable in the car. There's warm air."
"Should I say what a coincidence, or do you hang out here often?"
"Cousin, it's definitely a coincidence. I was just about to order a minivan to go back to school when I saw your car."
"You don't make a penny, but you're still ordering noodles. Why are you running around outside at night instead of staying in school?"
"I'm not running around, I'm having dinner with a director."
"Oh, did he invite you to his house to read the script?" Nan Yi said with a playful look on his face.
"Cousin, please don't treat me like an ignorant little girl, okay? I've been working for several years and have seen everything. Eating is my bottom line. If you want me to read a script, you're dreaming."
"Tsk, it turns out that actresses of this era already know what it means to read a script. That's right, someone said last time that some actresses already know how to seize opportunities."
Nan Yi muttered to himself, and said to Yi Qianxi: "Don't eat carelessly, study hard in school, practice basic skills well, and join a reputable art unit after graduation to become an artist."
"Why would I need to pass the exam if I want to join the company? Wouldn't it be better for me to stay in the Andong Art Troupe?" Yi Qianxi said disapprovingly: "Cousin, I passed the exam because I want to make movies and become a movie star."
"Drive, send this girl home first." Nan Yi said to the school beauty in the driver's seat, and then said to Yi Qianxi: "I, your cousin, can arrange a movie for you. All you have to do is be a good boy in school. When you graduate and join the company, I will introduce you to be the heroine."
Yi Qianxi excitedly grabbed Nan Yi's arm, "Cousin, are you serious?"
"More real than pearls."
"Oh, cousin, why didn't you tell me earlier? I spent a lot of money to treat people to dinner just to find an opportunity."
"Oh, have you found an opportunity?"
"Yes, they were filming The Investiture of the Gods in the ancient city. I played a little demon, but I only had one scene before Jiang Ziya took me away. Alas, I wanted to play Su Daji, or the Jade Pipa Fairy would be fine, but it's a pity that they didn't want me."
"Ancient City TV station filming?"
Nan Yi knew that there was a previous version of the co-produced "Investiture of the Gods", but it seemed to have been banned after only a few episodes. It was probably the version that Yi Qianxi mentioned.
"A company founded by Gucheng TV."
"Oh, maybe it's good to try it out. What a prickly thing." Nan Yi said, and fumbled on the leather pad. A white headset was in his hand. "Yours?"
"Hey, how did it fall out?" Yi Qianxi exclaimed in surprise, and immediately touched her pocket, "Ah, where is my Walkman?"
Nan Yi looked down and saw Yi Qianxi's hand put into his pocket, and then her fingers appeared from a hole at the bottom.
"Haha, your Walkman is so heavy, you didn't even notice it was stolen?"
"What bad luck! I just felt something was wrong. Cousin, what should I do? My Walkman is so expensive." Yi Qianxi said to Nan Yi with a bitter face.
"The cheapest version of the wireless headset for Sony WM-505 costs nearly 1,800 RMB in Tokyo. Don't tell me your Walkman is a fully transparent limited edition."
"It's completely transparent. My cousin said it cost 3,500 yuan."
"Huh? He's still in the smuggling business?"
When Yi Hongxuan's foreign garbage business got into trouble, Nan Yi lent him 50,000 yuan. He returned the money more than a year later, and Nan Yi didn't care how he turned around.
"He has stopped doing that a long time ago. He is now doing business with the Soviet revisionists."
"Oh, if the Walkman is lost, then so be it. You are a student, and using such an expensive item, isn't that tempting others to commit a crime? Didn't you tell others the price of the Walkman at school?"
"I never said that. My classmates only thought it was worth five or six hundred."
"Don't be so self-righteous. Who knows if someone knows the truth but just doesn't say it."
The students who were able to enter Beijing Film Academy in the 1980s were not ordinary people at all. Maybe their family's living conditions were very ordinary, but they must have a channel to receive information about this school and have relatives or friends who knew the ins and outs of it. How could ordinary people know about art exams? Information asymmetry has always existed objectively.
Since everyone in Beijing Film Academy is well-connected, there is no room to gamble that no one knows the price of Yi Qianxi's Walkman. The risk is too great.
"Cousin, it's just a Walkman, how big a deal can it be?" Yi Qianxi said indifferently.
Nan Yi grabbed the back of Yi Qianxi's collar and said viciously, "How dare you say that? A student uses a 2,800 RMB Walkman, wears a Dom Modelei [a brand founded by Stalin] jacket, a Chanel-style suit, a favorite of Moscow lovers, and a wool sweater by Issey Miyake. Tell me, what brand are the pants?"
Nan Yi can pull up the collar to see the label, but he can't pull up the waistband.
Yi Qianxi said timidly: "Pierre Cardin."
"Look at what you can do. Do you want to lead the fashion trend of Beijing Film Academy? Take out your wallet and let me see how much money you have on you."
"Cousin, please don't look at it." Yi Qianxi said pitifully.
"Hurry up, don't force me to use force."
Seeing that Nan Yi was serious, Yi Qianxi quickly raised her hips and took out a black wallet from the front pocket of her jeans.
Nan Yi took it and looked at it. There was a circular pattern on the wallet with the word "savings" in the blank space in the middle. When unfolded, it was folded into three folds, with the eight words "Actively save, support the four modernizations" engraved from right to left and from top to bottom in the middle.
Nan Yi is familiar with this wallet. It is custom-made by Construction Bank for big savers. It is different from the T-shirts with the words "Commemorating deposits of over 100 million" in later generations. That was just a joke, but this is real.
As for what specific conditions must be met before it can be delivered, Nan Yi is not very clear.
Opening his wallet, Nan Yi pulled out a stack of banknotes, then turned the wallet over and shook it, then counted them under the reading light. There were 5 100-yuan bills, 1 50-yuan bill, 7 Great Unity bills, 1 5-yuan bill, 1 2-yuan bill, no other smaller denominations, and some meal tickets.
"627 yuan, it's yours. You carry so much money on you, what's the matter, are you ready to hire someone to kill someone ?"
Nan Yi spoke harshly while his hands kept taking things out of his wallet. When everything was clean, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wrapped the money and meal tickets in it, and threw it on Yi Qianxi's thigh.
"You use such a flashy wallet, why don't you carve the words 'I am a rich man' on your forehead? A girl is dressed so well, has so much money on her, and is still hanging out at night. Second uncle must have done a great deed in his previous life, otherwise he would have died long ago.
Haven't you read the newspaper? The suspect in the serial rape and murder case hasn't been caught yet. You feel sorry for him, and seeing that the New Year is almost coming, you're going to deliver yourself to his doorstep to make him happy and have a prosperous New Year, right?
Or are you a method student who hasn't mastered the art yet? You have to die once before you know how to act a dead person? "
"If you are mean to me, I will tell my uncle and aunt."
After being scolded by Nan Yi, Yi Qianxi felt very wronged.
"Go ahead, and tell your second uncle, and your eldest uncle, too. I want to know who gave you your clothes, who gave you the money, and who taught you to carry so much money on you. You really don't know how to write the word death."
Carrying 600 yuan on your body at this time is more dangerous than carrying 600,000 yuan on your body in the era when surveillance cameras were popular. Current technology is not advanced enough, and it is difficult to arrest suspects. The probability of escape is high, resulting in a relatively low cost of crime.
Luxurious clothes, six hundred dollars, beautiful women, and the dark night, these four factors added together, Yi Qianxi just had her Walkman stolen, she didn't save the Milky Way in her previous life, at least she saved the Earth.
"Nansheng, we're here." The school beauty stopped the car and said while looking in the rearview mirror.
"Get out of the car and send her to the school gate." Nan Yi said to the school beauty, and then said to Yi Qianxi: "If you want to die young, go out and play more at night. If you get raped, you don't need to inform me. The World Trade Center is so high that you will definitely die if you jump from the roof. Get out of here."
Yi Qianxi packed her things angrily, pushed open the car door, got out, and pushed the door hard. However, the expected bang did not happen. Then she remembered that it was very difficult to open the car door just now, and the door was very heavy.
"Nan Yi, you are a bastard, I hate you."
After cursing, Yi Qianxi kicked the car door, then cried "Ouch!" and immediately squatted down, covering her foot and howling.
Nan Yi didn't get out of the car either. He just sat in the car and looked down at Yi Qianxi. At this moment, he just wanted to shoot all the stupid relatives like Yi Qianxi.
"Pros and cons always go hand in hand. Jiao is inseparable from Meng, and Meng is inseparable from Jiao. Who made me reluctant to give up the reputation of the Southern Revolution and the convenience brought by Fang Mengyin? I can only bear the consequences."
Nan Yi muttered, opened the car door, got out, squatted down, looked at Yi Qianxi and said, "Is your foot okay?"
"Humph, who wants you to control me?"
"Stop acting like a child. Can you still walk? If not, I'll carry you inside."
"I can't leave." Yi Qianxi said with a pout.
Nan Yi squatted down and arched his back, "Come up, I'll carry you in."
"I don't."
"Stop making trouble and come up quickly."
"No, you coax me."
Nan Yi turned around and said, "I'm giving you face, right? Are you going to come up?"
"Humph, you're still mean to me."
"I'll count to three. If you don't come up, I'll leave. One, two..."
"Humph, you're my brother, and you have no patience with me." Yi Qianxi threw herself on Nan Yi's back and patted Nan Yi's shoulder, "If you're mean to me again, I'll bite you to death."
"Stop it."
Nan Yi pushed Yi Qianxi's head with his backhand, withdrew his hand, stood up, supported Yi Qianxi's thighs and knees, and walked towards the gate of Beijing Film Academy.
After a lot of negotiation with the uncle in the message room and the dormitory manager, and after a commotion in the dormitory corridor, Nan Yi carried Yi Qianxi to the door of her dormitory.
He stretched out his hand and knocked on the door. After receiving a response of "Open the door yourself", Nan Yi shouted into the door again: "A man wants to come in."
"How did the man get in..."
After a burst of noise, the dormitory door was opened, and a pair of dimples appeared from inside.
"You, you are not that..."
Xu Yu, the owner of the dimple, felt that Nan Yi looked familiar when he saw him, but he couldn't remember his name for a moment.
"Hello, I'm Nan Yi, a classmate of your Malay cousin. We met at my house five years ago. I have a pig on my back. Would it be convenient for me to go in first?" Nan Yi said with a smile.
“Who’s the pig?”
Xu Yu saw Yi Qianxi on Nan Yi's back and exclaimed, "Ah, Yi Qianxi, what happened to you? How...how come you are together?"
"Don't look at me with that expression. This is not the rich man I'm hanging out with." Yi Qianxi said in a bad tone.
It seems that Yi Qianxi has a hard time getting along with her classmates. When Nan Yi accompanied Yi Qianxi to report, he had never seen Xu Xu. The two should not be from the same class. They are not from the same class but live in the same dormitory. Yi Qianxi may have been excluded by her original dormitory.
"My cousin, dear cousin."
Nan Yi said something apologetically to Xu Yu, then walked into the dormitory.
"Which bed?"
There were three empty beds in the dormitory. The quilt on one was messy, and the other two were not much better, with miscellaneous items piled on them. However, judging from the quilts, they seemed to have not been touched.
“The one inside.”
Following Yi Qianxi's instruction, Nan Yi put her on the bed, turned around, and made eye contact with the girl on the upper bunk who was leaning over and looking down.
Nan Yi took a closer look and saw that it was Jiang Wenli, whose appearance had not yet turned fierce. "Hello, sorry to bother you."
"Hello."
Jiang Wenli replied and shrank back into the bed.
Nan Yi retracted his gaze and looked at Yi Qianxi, "If it still hurts later, go outside and pick up two stones, wrap them in a towel and apply it to the affected area."
"I'm thirsty." Yi Qianxi said coquettishly.
"You're not lame, just fall down on your own. You know my phone number. I should still be in Beijing tomorrow. Call me if you have anything."
"If you have something to ask, please treat me to a meal."
"Okay, wait for me at the school gate at 5:30 tomorrow."
"good."
"I'm leaving."
Nan Yi raised his eyes and looked at the upper bunk again, "Sorry again, I disturbed you."
"fine."
After getting a response, Nan Yi walked towards the bed closest to the dormitory door, "Xiao Xu, I'm leaving first."
"Slow down, Nan..."
Xu Yu suddenly didn't know how to address Nan Yi. According to Xu Qian, he should call Nan Yi uncle, but she felt that calling him uncle was a mistake.
"Let's talk about our own things. Just call me Nan Yi. Goodbye."
Walking into the dormitory corridor again, passing through the eyes of the young girls looking at the Western scenery, Nan Yi breathed a sigh of relief as he walked out of the girls' dormitory.
He did not have a good impression of the female dormitory of Beijing Film Academy. It had neither the bookish atmosphere of the female dormitory of Peking University nor the unrestrained style of the mixed beds in the electronics factory. The utilitarian smell here lingered on the ceiling for a long time, and the smell of powder was extremely strong.
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Baiwanzhuang, a good sleep at midnight.
Early in the morning, Nan Yi had just gotten up and washed up when his phone rang.
"say."
"Oh, Dad, it's a big deal." Nan Ruoyin exclaimed on the other end of the phone.
"What happened so early in the morning?"
“I have acne.”
"All over the face?"
"There's a red patch on the right cheek, just below the ear."
"Don't make a fuss. Call Dr. Cheng and ask him to send a dermatologist to see you."
Dr. Cheng was originally the private dentist of Nan Yi, Nan Ruoyin and Fan Hongdou in Xiangkeng. After getting along for a long time, Nan Yi gave him the task of forming the Xiangkeng family doctor team. Now Nan Yi has two very complete private medical teams, one in Xiangkeng and one in New York.
"It's so annoying. I can't even go out."
"Little girl, you are only fourteen years old and you are so conceited. Go to Xiangkeng first. If there is no good solution, you can fly to the capital and let Doctor Zou help you."
"That's all I can do, Dad. Today is my first day at work at the Information and Strategy Committee, and you're not in Xiangkeng."
"Okay, you're still an intern. I'll celebrate for you when you officially start working. Is there anything else? I'm still brushing my teeth."
"No, Dad, I love you."
"Daddy loves you too, hanging up."
Nan Yi hung up the phone and went back to the bathroom to continue brushing his teeth.
Without spitting out the white foam in her mouth, Gong Xue walked into the bathroom, walked naturally to the toilet, sat down and urinated.
"So early, a call from work?"
Nan Yi shook the toothbrush, put it back into the cup, and wiped his lips with a towel. "No, it was my daughter calling. She has acne."
"Just a pimple? Why did I hear you ask her to fly to the capital?"
"Think it's making a fuss?"
“Somewhat.”
"Then if I tell you that the teeth in her mouth cost hundreds of thousands of dollars, would you find it even more unreasonable?"
"Is there something wrong with Ruoyin's teeth?"
"It's not a big problem, just that my teeth are not straight. I need to correct them and take care of them on a regular basis. The dentist comes to check on me every two weeks. Every little bit costs money."
"Just not neat? Will this cause a big problem?" Gong Xue asked in confusion.
"No, it's just that the teeth look flawed, but why should there be flaws? Acne on other people's daughters' faces may be a small matter, but on my daughter's face it is a big deal. Coming to Beijing cannot solve it. Her personal doctor may invite skin experts from all over the world to consult. It all depends on how serious it is."
"You dote on your daughter too much." Gong Xue said jealously.
Nan Yi waved his hand and said, "No, you misunderstood. This has nothing to do with pampering or not. This is just our simplest way of life."
"We? Who are we?"
Nan Yi looked at himself in the mirror and muttered to himself, "We have come from being despised by others. We own the factors of production and earn profits by operating enterprises and employing workers. We represent wisdom and wealth. Only when there are more and more of us can our country become prosperous."
"I understand. You are talking about capitalists."