On August 5, Xiao Zhen and his family went to the Paris Olympic Racecourse to cheer on Wen Yun, an equestrian athlete from the Hong Kong Olympic delegation.
After watching Wen Yun, who had returned to competitive equestrianism after being forced to go on a blind date in Nanyang, Xiao Zhen recalled his competitive days from participating in international sprint competitions in 1996 to retiring after participating in the 2016 Rio Olympics.
Xiao Zhen started professional training in track and field at the age of 7 in 1985. His father Xiao Zhengtang has always created the best training environment for him. Wherever he went to school, Xiao Zhengtang would build various training facilities there.
He also invited the best international coaching team in the world at that time to follow the training. Now looking at Wen Yun driving a BMW on the racecourse, his eldest cousin Wenming, like his father, has invested huge manpower and material resources in his child.
Xiao Zhen also remembered his first agent, Cai Meiyu from Hong Kong, who handled various international copyrights for him and caused this beautiful Hong Kong woman to get married at the age of 32.
"Brother Zhen, I heard that the wine produced by your Parma Manor two years ago will be on the market soon?" asked the eldest son of the Huo family who was watching the game.
"Oh, I really don't know the actual situation. I transferred the Cliff Manor and most of the European properties to my sixth son Odin a long time ago. Brother Huo, what do you want?" Xiao Zhen asked uncertainly.
The wine from his estate is not that popular in the global market!
"Old Xiao, you really don't care about the products of your Cliff Manor. Your vineyard was upgraded to a first-class winery at the International Classified Wine Fair. The products were all in high demand three years ago."
"Ah, I really don't know. We have an old relationship and are good friends. Even if it gets popular, I can still stop you from getting the wine!" Xiao Zhen smiled and gently hit the head of the Hong Kong City Olympic delegation...
The morning light penetrated the bulletproof glass on the 101st floor of the Americas International Finance Center, reflecting diamond-shaped spots on the cufflinks of Xiao Zhen's custom-made suit.
He put down the Jingdezhen blue and white porcelain cup and looked at his three children in different time zones in the holographic projection - Osa in Jordan was having breakfast with the Saudi Crown Prince, Odin in Sweden was debugging a geological radar in the Arctic Circle, and Zhennan in New York had just finished a morning meeting at JPMorgan Chase.
Yes, this matter is very important. Xiao Zhen pulled Zhennan, who was obsessed with scientific research, out of the laboratory and used him.
"The commodity market is starting to turn." Xiao Zhen tapped his pen on the sandalwood tabletop as five curved screens on the wall refreshed data simultaneously. "Brent crude oil has fallen below $80, but cobalt prices have skyrocketed 47% in three months."
Zhenbei from the London branch suddenly interrupted, "Just got the news that Glencore has acquired three cobalt mines in the Democratic Republic of the Congo."
The satellite map behind him was filled with red dots. "Our logistics convoy was intercepted by local armed forces in Lubumbashi."
Xiao Zhen turned to the right screen and asked, "Weiyi, how are your rare earth negotiations in Bangkok going?"
"The Minister of Industry of Thailand requested a 20% stake." The only pearl earring swayed slightly in front of the camera.
"But I found out his son-in-law has a private airport on Koh Samui." She pulled up an aerial photo showing five Gulfstream aircraft bearing the logo of a South African mining company parked in a hangar.
As the elevator descended to the 68th floor, Xiao Zhen caught a glimpse of a family photo at the end of the corridor. In the faded 2005 photo, Princess Sarah of Jordan was still in her military uniform, with Osa clutching the Flying Eagle Medal on her chest.
Ivanka's blonde hair shone in the North American sun as she held ten-year-old Zhennan and eight-year-old Zhenbei's hands respectively.
On the far right is Xie Chengrun wearing a Thai silk cheongsam, holding Weiyi in her belly, and Zhenxi in the stroller looking at their mother.
"Academician, Ms. Reina's private plane will land in Pudong in half an hour." The secretary reminded softly.
Xiao calmed the pocket watch in his suit pocket. The inside of the watch cover was inlaid with the Polaris Diamond given by the Swedish royal family. It was the gift that Reina received from the old craftsman in Stockholm when Odin was born.
The reception room was filled with the scent of agarwood. Miss Bofors, Reina, handed a mink coat to the waiter. A fifty-four-year-old Nordic American picked up a glass of Lapsang Souchong tea and said, "I heard you're acquiring the Kiruna iron ore mine? There's a sacred stone for the Sami people there."
"So I need your help convincing environmental organizations." Xiao Zhen unfolded a map of Arctic mineral distribution. "New exploration technology can reduce the mining area by 60%, and 5% of the mining rights revenue will be used to protect reindeer migration routes."
When the encrypted video was suddenly connected, the ancient city of Petra behind Osa was dyed rose gold by the setting sun.
"Mother asked me to remind you that the Royal Elders have their sights on the Skynet project." He switched to Arabic. "My second uncle said the Americans are willing to pay double the price for a backdoor into the system."
Xiao Zhen turned the gold seal ring on his finger, the ring face was engraved with the Sara family emblem: "Tell your mother that the cargo ship departing from the port of Aqaba next week will increase the supplies for the royal guard." The holographic projection popped up the shipping list, and thirty armored vehicles were hidden in the container codes.
After the screen went dark, Xiao Zhen opened the third layer of the safe.
A yellowed photo was tucked into a military notebook from 2004: 25-year-old Princess Sarah was teaching him how to disassemble an AK-47 at a desert training ground. Her eyes under her beret were deeper than the Dead Sea.
A page in the notebook records the communication frequency band used by the Jordanian Special Forces - still used by the Royal Guard today.
As the opening bell rang on Wall Street, Zhennan's overseas call carried the chill of New York: "JPMorgan Chase is selling off our company's lithium battery stocks, but Goldman Sachs has suddenly increased its holdings in Canadian oil sands stocks."
"Have Ivanka visit the Senate Energy Committee in Washington." Xiao Zhen pulled up a map of the shale oil pipeline routes in North Dakota. "Her father's old subordinate just became Deputy Secretary of the Interior."
Three hours later, Ivanka Trump, a socialite from the Upper East Side, walked into Capitol Hill in red-soled high heels.
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