Chapter 52 Xingchu, you go and try it. "Really?"
Lin Nuo heard himself ask.
"Yes." Zhuang Yan was excited. His personality was completely different from Lin Nuo's.
Although he hadn't been in a relationship for four years in college, he was very curious about this kind of thing. Whenever girls put candles downstairs of the dormitory or expressed their love, he would always go to find out the news.
"Then you guys keep watching. I'm going back first." Lin Nuoto adjusted his glasses and distanced himself from Zhuang Yan. There was no bus stop on this side of the road; they had to cross the overpass and walk a few hundred meters. Zhuang Yan wanted to call out to him, but when he turned around, he was already quite far away, ascending the stairs.
"Okay."
Zhuang Yan looked at his companions on the other side.
"There are only a few of us left."
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After Lin Nuo returned, he opened WeChat.
As expected, the Financial Street confession video has gone viral on WeChat Moments, with many local classmates forwarding it.
【I'm going to fight you rich people! 】
Someone posted this on social media.
The most heated discussion, however, was about who the male and female leads would be. One woman was quite dismissive, saying, "Every time I see this kind of public confession, I feel romantic and envious. But when I see the male lead's face, I know I can't handle it. Some people are naturally tolerant and can handle such an ugly guy. They deserve to be rich."
After typing this, someone expressed their disagreement, "Qianqian, how do you know the man you're confessing to is ugly?"
Qianqian is Su Qin's roommate. After asking this question, Luo Qian did not respond.
The next day.
Lin Nuo had dinner with Lu Wenxu and several doctoral students.
Lu Wenxu was working on a provincial project and needed manpower, so several doctoral students returned to school early, some of them returning on the third day of the Chinese New Year.
"Lin Nuo, you should also do this with Feng Cheng, Zhao Bo and the others. Integrate as soon as possible."
Feng Cheng glanced at Lin Nuo.
They had heard of this junior before and knew that Old Lu valued him very much. This year's list of recommended students for Peking University was very small, and even fewer could go straight to a doctorate from undergraduate studies. He smiled and nodded, "Welcome, new junior."
"Thank you, seniors... and seniors."
Liao Sixue also followed everyone and looked in the direction of Lin Nuo. She was the last one to join the group, but she was the strongest and usually taciturn.
It was only after Feng Cheng had persuaded her that she agreed to show up for this dinner.
"Okay, let's eat first."
Lu Wenxu waved his hand and instructed everyone to pick up their chopsticks.
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Xie Siyan's actions were hidden from everyone.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Xie family reunited. During the reunion dinner, someone mentioned something: "Hui Chu Pharmaceutical has reached a critical stage in preparing for its IPO. The underwriters are coordinating the participation of large investment institutions. Shen Sishan contacted us. Si Yan, he wants to meet you."
Cheng Yu'an established a public fund three years ago, in which Xie Siyan holds a 45% stake.
When pharmaceutical groups prepare for an IPO, their underwriters and financial advisors typically secretly coordinate with several large investment institutions to ensure a smooth offering and stabilize the stock price. These institutions, including well-known public funds, insurance asset management companies, and private equity firms, sign "cornerstone investment agreements," promising to take on selling orders at a price no lower than the offering price during the initial stages of the listing.
In fact, it is a "safety net" operation.
No one at the table expressed any opinion.
Xie Siyan nodded and said, "The secretary will arrange it."
Cheng Yu'an had no further concerns at this point, so he stopped talking. But then he remembered something and, for some reason, brought up another matter. "Did Shen Xingchu get together with you guys last time?"
"I remember she was a huge fan, and her idol was Kwan Ying-Shin."
Xie Siyan said "hmm" indifferently, showing no emotion: "Chi Zhao invited her."
Cheng Yu'an and Chi Zhao weren't familiar with each other, having only heard of the name. Their only connection involved a piece of gossip. It was rumored that he was engaged to the Song family, but it was arranged by his parents. He had been abroad for years, and it was unclear whether the engagement had been fulfilled. The woman he was engaged to was Song Mingxi.
——Mu Jia’s good friend.
Cheng Yu'an thought about the past and no longer had the mood to continue chatting. Under Xie Ling's concerned gaze, he put down his chopsticks.
"You guys keep eating. I have something to do at the company." Then he said to Xie Siyan, "Siyan, let me know if you have made a decision."
"Um." -
Snowflakes are falling under the blue-gray sky.
A thin layer of snow accumulated on the eaves and corners, and the animal-head tiles silently overlooked the courtyard.
In the Shen family's newly purchased house, Shen Xingchu was playing with antiques he'd bought at a collector's exhibition. Two clay figures, made of clay, held hands.
When the collection was delivered, it was placed in a golden box, and it was obvious that it had been carefully restored by the archaeology professor.
This thing came from a large tomb of the Western Han Dynasty. As soon as it was put on display, it was photographed overnight and sent here secretly.
Shen Xingchu was pinching the clay figurine's little hands, his eyes fixed on the two of them standing shoulder to shoulder.
Half a minute later, she took out a jewel-encrusted dagger and chopped it down neatly along the gap between the two little clay figures standing shoulder to shoulder.
This object, a symbol of love, has gone through thousands of years and was split into two halves in the hands of a contemporary person.
Shen Sishan stood under the corridor with his hands behind his back.
The gold paint on the ochre columns has been restored and is no longer mottled; the rugged outlines of the rockery are softened by the snow; the silhouettes of the dead branches in the courtyard are reflected obliquely on the blue brick-paved corridor, restraining and desolate. Creating such a large Jiangnan garden scene in Beijing is more craftsmanship than beauty.
It’s a pity that the middle-aged man doesn’t want beauty, but the money and power symbolized by the building.
Looking around Beijing, how many people can be approved for such a piece of land and build such a big house in such a valuable place?
"Call the young lady over."
He turned around and gave instructions to the people behind him.
"yes."
Shen Xingchu quickly put down her things. Although she looked young, she was actually quite clever. The housekeeper's eyes fell on her still childish face. Perhaps because of her recent behavior, her twin-tailed, baby-faced face no longer looked childish, but instead took on a contrasting sternness that made people hesitate to treat her with disrespect.
"Thank you, Butler Fang. I'll be right there."
The wind blew across her cheek. Shen Xingchu stood up and walked towards the corridor, her fingertips slightly stiff in her sleeves.
It's getting cold.
She was wearing very thin clothes.
"Xingchu."
Shen Sishan finally spoke, his voice sounding like it came from the bottom of an icy pond, with a dull tone, "Have you met the young master of the Xie family?"
Shen Xingchu looked at his father's belly.
"Potentous," she thought of a word. The belly made the gray suit bulge out a lot. She seemed disgusted, but her face remained calm.
"We met at a welcoming party before." Her voice was lighter than the snow falling on the stone steps.
The ice at the corner of the corridor was melting, startling the sparrows nearby.
Shen Sishan turned around, his greasy eyes fell on her face: "Xie Siyan is not an ordinary playboy. I'm sure you are also aware of the status of the Xie family in Beijing."
"What does father mean?"
Shen Xingchu raised his eyes and his gaze fell on the icicles hanging from the eaves, appearing a little nonchalant.
Shen Sishan suddenly took a step closer and gathered her clothes: "The Shen family needs the big tree of the Xie family. And Xie Siyan--" He paused, and gently stroked her little face with his index finger, "needs a wife who can show off."
"Xingchu, go and try it."
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