The leisurely life of the reborn daddy

But Fu Xianghui also came to his senses at this time. He looked at Wang Zhifeng and asked him: "Is Lao Cao famous on the Internet?"

"He's not very famous, but our boss has been on TV a few times, and has also appeared on CCTV's "Meet the Big Shots" column, and even recorded a program with Liu Qiangdong, Zhang Chaoyang and others."

"I was also awarded the 'Yiling City Top Ten Outstanding Young Pioneers of Rural Revitalization' award by the leaders of Yiling City, and was also awarded the 'Provincial Agricultural Excellent Benchmark Enterprise' award by the province."

Wang Zhifeng said them one by one, and every time he said one, Fu Xianghui's eyes widened.

When talking about Cao Shujie's entrepreneurial history, Wang Zhifeng also told about how Cao Shujie took out loans to contract mountain land in the village to grow orchards, took out loans to engage in breeding, and led the people of Caojiazhuang and seven nearby villages to establish agricultural planting cooperatives and Zhongcheng Breeding Cooperatives.

He also told Fu Xianghui that Cao Shujie had invested more than 5000 million yuan in building a theme park in Caojiazhuang, 1 million yuan in developing barren hills, and tens of billions of yuan in building a modern agricultural and sideline products processing plant in the town.

Finally, their factory's product 'Aimeng Preserved Fruit' is sold well all over the country, and they are now preparing to export the product abroad.

Hearing about all these things, Fu Xianghui was dumbfounded. This didn't sound like something the 'Old Cao' he knew would do.

"Manager Wang, you are wrong, right? Did you recognize the wrong person? Is 'Lao Cao' really that powerful?" Fu Xianghui asked.

He always felt that maybe two people with the same name were mixed together?

This kind of thing is not impossible.

Wang Zhifeng directly took out his mobile phone, found Cao Shujie's number, and handed it to Fu Xianghui: "Mr. Fu, you make a call and it will be clear at a glance."

Fu Xianghui did not answer the phone. He was not stupid, but he just couldn't adapt to the fact that the colleague he knew at the beginning had changed so much in just a few years after leaving the company.
The two had been talking since they met, and before they had time to order, Wang Zhifeng called the waiter over, took the menu, and handed it to Fu Xianghui: "Mr. Fu, I'm not familiar with this place, and I don't know what to order. Take a look at what you want to eat."

"Hi, I'm not familiar with it either. Manager Wang, just order two dishes and we can talk." This is what Fu Xianghui said.

After Wang Zhifeng met Fu Xianghui, he found that he was not as cold as he appeared on the phone.

This made Wang Zhifeng wonder if there was any hope for today's interview.
He ordered a few main dishes, and after ordering, he said to Fu Xianghui: "I just got here, and I don't know which one is delicious. Let's try the restaurant's signature dishes first."

"If there is a chance, Mr. Fu, please come to our place. I will invite you to taste the specialties of Yiling City."

Fu Xianghui smiled and nodded.

The two drank tea and continued talking about the previous topic.

Wang Zhifeng also asked him if he wanted to drink, but Fu Xianghui waved his hand and refused: "I have to drive and go home to help my children with their homework in the evening."

"How old is Mr. Fu's child? Is he in junior high school? Or high school?" Wang Zhifeng looked at Fu Xianghui's age and guessed that his child should be in junior high school, right?
But this experience sometimes doesn’t work.

Fu Xianghui said: "I got married late and my child is just in the first grade."

That was indeed late. Wang Zhifeng saw that Fu Xianghui was about the same age as him, but his eldest son was already in junior high school.

Of course, his second child was only three months old.

With the topic of children, the two of them had a more harmonious conversation.

Fu Xianghui also asked Cao Shujie how many children he had now.

When Fu Xianghui heard Wang Zhifeng say that Cao Shujie now has two children, the eldest is about to enter the third grade and the second is about to go to kindergarten, he was quite envious.

"Beijing is pretty good, and the resources in all aspects are also very good, but the competition is too fierce and the pressure is too great. I dare not relax at all." Fu Xianghui sighed inexplicably.

He was somewhat envious of Cao Shujie's courage to leave here and return to the countryside. He didn't have the courage to escape, nor was he willing to give up the resources here.

He also fantasized that it would be easier for his son to go to high school and take the college entrance examination here.

Especially Peking University, Tsinghua University and other key universities in Beijing.

He also asked the doubts in his heart.

"Hasn't Mr. Cao ever considered his children's schooling?" Fu Xianghui was puzzled.

Wang Zhifeng was also thinking about this issue. His boss was indeed not in a hurry about Mengmeng going to school.

According to common sense, a man as rich as his boss would definitely consider Mengmeng's future schooling and school resources in advance.

At the very least, buy a house in a provincial capital to solve the problem of schooling.

Or go a step further and send your children to study abroad.

But his boss didn't do that. Instead, he let Mengmeng go to school in the township primary school. He couldn't understand what his boss was thinking. Didn't his boss consider Mengmeng's future?

But it shouldn't be.

Wang Zhifeng always felt that this matter was not that simple.

He thought for a while before saying to Fu Xianghui: "Mr. Fu, I'm so sorry, this is our boss's private matter. I don't really know, but the cute little princess has been attending elementary school in town."

Fu Xianghui nodded. He couldn't figure it out either. After waiting for the dishes to be served, the two of them ate and chatted. Later on, Fu Xianghui wanted to drink something himself.

Wang Zhifeng saw that the atmosphere was getting so tense that it would be a waste if he didn't drink some wine. He asked Fu Xianghui again and told him that he would find a designated driver to take him home later.

Fu Xianghui was half-hearted, and Wang Zhifeng asked the waiter to get a bottle of white wine, which the two shared.

Perhaps because the conversation became more harmonious after drinking, Fu Xianghui also told Wang Zhifeng about the pressure he was under in Beijing.

Including but not limited to the pressure of work, family pressure and the pressure of raising children.

School resources are limited, and in order to make their children more competitive, many parents often spend money to get more learning resources for their children.

This is not a small amount of money.

Tens of thousands are not a lot at all; hundreds of thousands are just a starting point. But for Fu Xianghui, it has become a burden that is as excessive as not enough.

"My son's studies are arranged by my wife. She wants to create the best study conditions for my son. I can understand that, but Manager Wang, you know, my income is not that high. It's more than 50 yuan a year. I also have to consider paying the mortgage and other expenses. In Beijing, this amount is really not much..."

They were among the first group of people to buy houses in Beijing, and at that time the housing prices were not as outrageous as they are now.

Speaking of this matter, Fu Xianghui seemed to be deliberately diverting the pressure, and he couldn't help but complain about the house that Cao Shujie had sold.

"Lao Cao and I bought our house at about the same time, for more than 15000 yuan per square meter, and we had to pay more than 6000 yuan in mortgage payments every month..."

Speaking of these, he sheds tears. But when talking about the current house prices, Fu Xianghui has a smug smile on his face: "Now the house price has risen to more than 5 yuan per square meter, and houses in good locations are to yuan per square meter. It's a big loss to sell Lao Cao's house."

The corner of Wang Zhifeng's mouth twitched. He couldn't agree with Fu Xianghui's slightly narrow-minded thinking.

His boss's various visible assets now add up to billions. He guessed that his boss's first pot of gold would most likely come from selling the house in Beijing.

How many times have the assets increased in just a few years?
There is no way to count this number. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that his boss’s original approach was right.

If you don’t sell your house in Beijing, how can an ordinary person have millions of start-up capital?

It's not that easy to get something for nothing.

But Wang Zhifeng was smart enough not to argue with Fu Xianghui about this issue. Seeing that Fu Xianghui was still complacent because he had not sold the house, Wang Zhifeng gave him a thumbs up and praised Fu Xianghui for his vision.

This is indeed the case. Judging from the house price alone, Fu Xianghui has made three or four million yuan more than the original purchase price of the house.

In fact, Fu Xianghui is also an ordinary person. For ordinary people like them, the price of houses has increased several times, which is already a huge profit. This is something they should be proud of.

"Mr. Fu, our boss said that if you agree to go to our place, we will pay you at least one yuan a year, and our boss will help you solve the problem of your child going to school in the city."

The conversation was almost over and all kinds of topics had been touched upon. Wang Zhifeng no longer concealed anything and began to put forward new conditions.

"You can choose any school in Yiling City." They have the confidence.

Wang Zhifeng said: "The teaching resources in Yiling City are definitely not comparable to those in Beijing, but I don't think people need to live for these things. I think we should also make it easier for ourselves."

This inspired Wang Zhifeng to speak out.

He works at the Xuemeng Food Factory in Qingshi Town and earns tens of thousands of yuan a month. Although the conveniences of life and corresponding supporting resources are not as comprehensive and high-end as what Fu Xianghui enjoys in Beijing, Wang Zhifeng does not feel that he is much worse off in his hometown.

He is mentally relaxed and his family is very happy.

But through chatting with Fu Xianghui, Wang Zhifeng found out that Fu Xianghui was not happy at all despite earning more than 50 yuan a year.

If you think about it, you will understand what is going on.

The mortgage alone is more than 6000 yuan per month, which is 1 to 3 yuan a year. This cuts off one-third of Fu Xianghui's annual income, which is not a small amount.

Coupled with the competition for various teaching resources among children here, as well as additional pressures from various aspects, they will inevitably have to spend more money to eliminate this inequality in resources, which is invisibly a huge expense.

"No wonder the boss left here and returned to his hometown to start a business." At this moment, Wang Zhifeng seemed to empathize with his boss's original thoughts.

In his heart, he actually agreed with his boss's approach.

Not to mention anything else, his boss's family lives a very happy life, a kind of happiness that makes them all envious.

It's not that his boss earned his current wealth.

Wang Zhifeng had never figured out why his boss was so cheerful every day, but after a conversation with Fu Xianghui, he understood.

Compared with the capital, the pace of Qingshi Town is not a competitive pressure at all.

Moreover, Xuemeng Food Factory is the best in the local area. As the owner of Xuemeng Food Factory, the various hidden resources that Cao Shujie can enjoy far exceed the resources that Fu Xianghui can enjoy in Beijing.

This condition made Fu Xianghui fall into deep thought.

Wang Zhifeng was offered to double his current income, but he was not interested. Some people even offered a higher price than this income.

Seeing that Fu Xianghui didn't say anything, Wang Zhifeng continued to add: "Our boss said that Mr. Fu can choose any house in Yiling City as a home for our boss to give him."

"Or you can go to Quancheng, and you can choose any school there." Wang Zhifeng added the offer little by little. He did not lay out all the conditions at once.

But whether it is a house in Quancheng or Yiling City, as long as it is not a villa, the maximum price is no more than 200 million.

When talking about income, Wang Zhifeng threw out another heavy number: "200 million, this is the sincerity of our boss."

Fu Xianghui glanced at Wang Zhifeng and thought to himself, Lao Cao is sincere, but you are not sincere at all.

You just said 100 million, and now it has doubled. I don’t know where your bottom line is?

But the teaching resources in Quancheng, the opportunity to choose a house in Quancheng at will, and the annual income of 200 million really made Fu Xianghui excited this time.

Even if Fu Xianghui turned a deaf ear to the outside world and focused on his own research, he knew that Quancheng was the provincial capital of Dongshan and was not comparable to Yiling City.

However, teaching resources in such central cities are sometimes not something that can be solved by just having money. How can Wang Zhifeng guarantee that he will have teaching resources in Quancheng?

Wang Zhifeng didn't hesitate and threw out his trump card: "Mr. Fu may not know this, but our boss has made some friends and some elders who treat him well during the years since he returned to start his own business. The current mayor of Quancheng is an elder our boss met when he returned. If Mr. Fu watches the TV news, he should be able to see this person's information."

He finally told Fu Xiangfeng Xiang Yuheng's name.

Fu Xianghui kept this name in mind.

And the more he got to know Cao Shujie, the more incredible it seemed to Fu Xianghui.

Why does the same person change so much?
After dinner, Wang Zhifeng still found a designated driver for Fu Xianghui. After asking where Fu Xianghui's home was, Wang Zhifeng asked the designated driver to estimate a number. He directly paid the other party 300 yuan and also instructed the designated driver to ensure that Fu Xianghui was safely sent home.

Seeing that the designated driver happily agreed for the sake of money, he walked towards the hotel where he was staying.

As for whether Fu Xianghui would finally agree to accept their invitation, Wang Zhifeng had no idea.

He thinks it should be fifty-fifty.

But Fu Xianghui's expression didn't change much, which made Wang Zhifeng wonder what he was thinking.

After returning to the hotel, Wang Zhifeng began to study the next target.

There are actually not many people on the list that Cao Shujie gave him, which is more like selecting the best from the best.

Most of the remaining people still have to go to corresponding universities for recruitment.

Wang Zhifeng is also considering arranging people to contact students from the counterpart universities after returning this time, and he even does not rule out donating money to the counterpart universities to let their laboratories serve as internship bases for cooperation with the universities. (End of this chapter)