Mo Zhexuan walked out of the Friendship Store and saw three vans loading goods in front of the door. He then realized that he had bought too many things. He hurriedly contacted Huo Zhenting and asked him to open a presidential suite on the top floor of the White Swan Hotel to specifically store the items he bought this time.

This trip to the Friendship Store also allowed him to discover a way to make money, which is to collect precious antiques. He plans to open a special company to purchase them, which is definitely a promising business.

In this era, due to the weak economic strength of China and the low living standards of the people, antiques are naturally not popular among people. It is no exaggeration to say that they are priced very low.

But thirty years from now, as China's economic strength, scientific and technological strength, comprehensive national strength and international influence continue to increase, those antiques that are now worthless will become worth a fortune due to their scarcity.

"Mo Sheng! I..." Liu Yiru hesitated for an unknown amount of time along the way. Finally, when the Santana car stopped steadily in the parking lot of the White Swan Hotel, he finally expressed his thoughts:

"I want to ask you for a favor. My father has always had heart problems and was recently hospitalized for arrhythmia. The doctor told me that ginseng can increase myocardial contractility, slow heart rate, and increase cardiac output and coronary blood flow. So, I'd like to borrow a ginseng that's over 30 years old to nourish my father."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head. After hearing no response for a long time, he couldn't help but feel even more disappointed. It was normal to think about it. How could someone who was not even related to him lend him a priceless ginseng?

"Mr. Mo! I'm sorry to have caused you trouble."

"Brother Xuan! How about I..." Li Peizhen was a little confused and was about to pay for the other party to buy a ginseng, but just as she was about to speak, Mo Zhexuan, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up:

"I'll give you a ginseng root."

"I can't take it, don't worry! I will definitely pay you back the full amount, including interest."

Liu Yiru, a tall and mighty man, was immediately moved and felt the urge to die for his friend.

"Xiao Liu! It's fate that we met. I'll give you the ginseng, forget about the money."

The main reason why Mo Zhexuan did not immediately agree to Liu Yiru was that he wanted to observe the other person's expression. As the saying goes, you can know a person's face but not his heart.

There are many people in this world who take the kind help of others for granted, and some even repay kindness with enmity and bite back. There are countless such cases.

From observing his expression just now, we found that there was only loss and embarrassment on Liu Yiru's face, without any other bad emotions. In addition, he did it for his father, which shows that he is a man who values ​​friendship and loyalty.

After the three of them arrived at the White Swan Hotel, Mo Zhexuan found a ginseng that was more than fifty years old from his pile of merchandise, and gave it to Liu Yiru after he thanked him profusely.

Next, the few of them ate lunch with hearty mouthfuls and prepared to visit the scenic spots in Guangzhou in the afternoon.

.............

at the same time.

In the capital, Zhonghai, in an antique room.

An old man was sitting at his desk wearing reading glasses, holding a copy of the interview manuscript from the China Daily and reading it carefully.

After reading it, a pair of deep eyes immediately flashed with wisdom, and he kept chewing on a passage in it.

"Liberate and develop social productive forces, realize national modernization, ensure that the people have enough food and clothing, and enter a well-off society..."

These words shocked him, and he felt as if the clouds had cleared and the sky was clear. He had been under a lot of pressure during this period. Naturally, there were people who supported and opposed reform, but now he was full of confidence in the prospects of reform.

"Xiao Liu!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked quickly into the room and looked at the old man respectfully.

"I will publish this interview transcript from the Huaxia Daily in the newspaper and compile a document on the connotations of this section on reform and opening up. I will also prepare a report."

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly, but his heart was in turmoil. This meant that the recent debate was coming to an end.

"This little guy has built billions of wealth from scratch at such a young age. He is truly a genius. He can see the essence of things directly. He is a rare talent."

"Reform, reform, what are we changing? It's to change the specific system that restricts the development of the productive forces of more than 700 million people, that is, to liberate productivity. But some people just stick to the old ways. Alas..."

The old man took a sip of tea and looked at the calm lake with a far-reaching gaze. He couldn't help but feel a strong curiosity about Mo Zhexuan who was far away in Guangzhou.

He couldn't help but think of all the information that the National Security Bureau had collected about Mo Zhexuan, especially the matter of the mercenary base on Lamma Island and the polar bear KGB. Although they didn't investigate everything, they had analyzed most of it.

"Little guy! No matter what your purpose is, as long as your heart is loyal to the motherland, we are one family. If you betray the motherland, you will be the enemy of all Chinese people."

Then he picked up the red phone on the table and quickly dialed a number. After the call was connected, he said in a calm but unquestionable tone:

"Comrade Kuo Bin! Let the Japanese make trouble all they want! Although we welcome all foreign investment, we also have a bottom line. No one can be above the laws of China. This is the bottom line..."

"Comrade Xixian! Don't worry! I will definitely minimize the impact..."

A middle-aged man on the other side hung up the phone tremblingly, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He hurriedly called his secretary to convey the instructions, saying no to the unreasonable demands of Tsumura Corporation. At the same time, he called Xu Zhiyuan in Guangzhou, agreed to Mo Zhexuan's joint venture request, and invited the other party to come to Beijing for negotiations as soon as possible.

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