2006: School beauty loves me again

Unlike the hot autumn wind outside, the air-conditioning in the hall was turned on very high. Fang Hua's hands were very cold, and Fang Yuan felt his palms being gently tickled.

"..."

What is this? What does this mean?
He withdrew his hand calmly and looked at the faint and peaceful smile on Fang Hua's face. Fang Yuan felt a coolness all over his body and even shivered. He immediately put on the thin suit that was slung over Jing Ruyi's arm.

He could understand why Fang Hua was here. Fang Shan's industry was almost ruined because of his actions. In order to protect himself, the old man gave his daughter to the chairman of Jingdi Group as a whore.

Forget it. It doesn’t sound good to say it’s a gift, and it’s not accurate enough to say it’s a marriage arrangement. But no matter what, Fang Hua is now an octogenarian “female companion”. This is no secret. It’s just that Fang Yuan didn’t expect the other party to take the initiative to say hello.

But aren't they enemies?
Could it be that this woman is a masochist?
"Mr. Fang, you..."

Fang Hua's voice was as light as a mosquito, with a barely perceptible tremor.

She tried hard to say something, but she knew this was not the place for small talk, so she stopped talking and felt that her words of submission would be reserved for the atmosphere of a lunch party.

She took a step forward and tried to step back, but her high heels tilted and she almost fell.

Jing Ruyi, who was standing by, quickly supported her. Fang Hua forced a smile and bit her lip towards Fang Yuan.

I understand. Fang Yuan saw what emotions this woman was hiding.

He looked from his hair to his heels and then back to his chest. He thought the opponent had the ball for him!

Fang Yuan motioned to Jing Ruyi to help Fang Hua to the sofa nearby. His eyes fell on her slender ankles, where the stockings did not hide a trace of skin... My goodness, the old man has quite a strong taste.

He looked at Fang Hua and smiled, "Miss Fang, do you have something to tell me?"

Fang Hua acted hard, lowering her head and pretending not to dare look at him, her eyes slightly red, her teeth biting her lower lip tightly, and she squeezed out a sentence: "Are you here for lunch?"

Sitting on the sofa opposite, looking at the little Taiyuan sister who was once so arrogant, now acting so weak.

He felt great.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and said lightly: "Is there food? Then I should be here."

As if he had seen through her embarrassment, Fang Yuan nodded to Zou An and Jing Ruyi, and said to Fang Hua:
"See you later, Miss Fang."

……

The lecture hall was very large, covered with dark red carpet. There were more than a dozen leather chairs arranged in a fan shape on the stage. The air was filled with the scent of expensive wood fragrance, mixed with the stale smell of ancient books.

Fang Yuan was very familiar with this smell, but he didn't like it very much. He would feel sleepy if he smelled it too much.

As a security guard, Zou An could only stand in a row against the wall.

Jing Ruyi, on the other hand, walked to her seat in the audience and stayed there quietly, neither chatting with anyone nor making friends with the wives.

Fang Yuan glanced around and saw a bunch of big guys who were very familiar to him in past and present lives.

The difference is that he was standing at the door, wearing a neat suit, with a faint smile on his lips, waiting quietly, without any need to secretly say "Boss, I look familiar".

He was patrolling, wondering who would be the first to come over and say hello to the Marshal.

And then...it was so unexpected.

The imagined Fengyu is not the first one, and neither is Old Man Dong, whose background and connections overlap with those of Gong Ge.

A delicate flower stood out from the crowd of men, and Fang Yuan opened his eyes wide to identify her.

If the white dress was changed to black, he would definitely think that Senior Xia was playing a trick on him.

As the end of summer approached, Fang Yuan felt that something was very strange - women seemed to have a lot of different ways of matching normal clothes, but when it came to skirts, they always liked the same color.

Lu Xi likes mint green, Xia Chu likes black just like Li Li, Li Xiang likes bright red, which is extremely difficult to control... and Xia Mo's white dress looks like it was rented and has never changed.

Similarly, he also wondered who the owner of the pink Laoga outside was.

Her hair is long like a waterfall, and Xia Mo doesn't like to tie her hair up. Her snow-white skin looks even more crystal clear under the light, her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and her delicate facial features are slightly distant, but people can't help but want to get closer. What a pure and elegant beauty with inner charm!

Fang Yuan knew that the two women in the Xia family were cousins, but they looked so much alike that it was no exaggeration to say that they were twins. Judging from their looks alone, Xia Mo only had one more dimple on her left cheek than Xia Chu.

The dimple was very shallow, so shallow that Fang Yuan felt that if she lay flat, it could only hold half a drop of tear.

Xia Mo stood in front of him, and the momentary amazement that Fang Hua had just brought to him immediately disappeared.

"Brother-in-law."

Xia Mo came in full force, standing here with her hands behind her back, she called out coquettishly, and shook her body a bit, as if she was acting coquettishly...

Brother-in-law?

Who's her name?
Fang Yuan was stunned. He looked around and then saw her covering her mouth and laughing.

Fang Yuan slapped his forehead, rolled his eyes, and suddenly didn't want to pay any attention to her.

Xia Mo smiled and said, "Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

Fang Yuan said: "I thought I could see your brother."

"He has a fragile body. He broke his ankle while playing football with others in Beidaihe a few days ago." After thinking for a while, Xia Mo smiled and said, "Is the national football team at this level?"

Being looked down upon by overseas Chinese, Fang Yuan felt ashamed and said, "Yes, average."

Xia Mowan turned around and Fang Yuan also looked behind her.

As far as he could remember, this was the first time he met Feng Yu in real life. His first impression was that he was a handsome man. The information showed that he was 37 years old, but he looked much younger.

He is tall and elegant, with sparkling eyes and a gentle smile on his lips. His every move exudes the aura of a superior, an aura of someone who has never been bullied.

"Mr. Fang, I have long heard of your name."

"Mr. Feng, we have been friends for a long time."

They held hands and smiled at each other.

Xia Mo said from the side: "Brother Feng, why are you giving him face like this?"

Feng Yu laughed loudly: "What about you? Are you still talking about me?"

Xia Mo covered her mouth and laughed, without saying much.

"That's right." Old Dong's cheerful voice came closer and closer. He stood over, narrowed his eyes, smiled at Fang Yuan, and then smiled at the group of real estate tycoons following behind him: "We old guys are no match for the handsome young man. This girl was too lazy to deal with us, but when you entered the room, she immediately came to greet you, just like we greeted her."

Fang Yuan then realized that there had been such a scene before where a domestic CEO tried to curry favor with the beloved daughter of Xia Capital.

Are you familiar with Xia Mo? He asked himself, not necessarily.

It seems... there is more than one person who has the ball for him today.

There was some small talk before the show started, all of it was politeness. Fang Yuan shook hands with these celebrities, said hello, and was no longer treated well.

He himself understood the reason. Real estate had only a slight connection with his business, and these old guys might not look up to him in this regard.

Although the business world emphasizes that the most successful come first, he was not considered a new celebrity before Weibo went public.

But he was happy and relaxed, and he was just going through the motions today. Because of the two halos of the Future Charity Fund and Weibo floating above his head, it was rare for these people to deal with him with a smile.

……

The meeting began and the guests took the stage.

In addition to several leaders, the fifteen people attending the meeting included thirteen corporate representatives and two experts in related fields, who served as hosts.

The entire meeting was filmed internally by a unit under the Propaganda Department, and no media was present.

First, the leaders spoke one by one, and then Fengyu introduced the guests.

Mr. Dong from Jingdi Group was introduced first, and Xia Mo, who represented Fanxia Real Estate, was the second. This gave enough face to Southeast Asia Xia Capital, and Fang Yuan... was ranked last.

Feihong Real Estate is too small, so small that if he hadn’t been specially invited by the organizer, there would be no way he would be sitting here.

There were quite a few people in the audience. In the front were the wives and leaders who were listening, and in the back were people related to the real estate industry who had obtained passes.

It was already half past eleven after the leaders' brief speeches. The rest of the process was relatively simple. The forum was hosted by experts, and there was no need for guests to speak one by one. Instead, the host could cue guests at will during the conversation.

The morning forum lasts for one hour, and there will be lunch after 12:30, and the afternoon forum will continue from 2 to 4 in the afternoon.

Fang Yuan sat on the single sofa, looking calm and distracted, just trying to kill time and praying that the host would not disturb him.

As a result, the experts really ignored him, and besides him, the only little flower on the stage was not named. He thought that he and Xia Mo were ignored by the experts because of their youth, but he had no idea that the underlying reason was not entirely because of this.

The reason for not letting him speak might be that the experts were afraid that he was an outsider, and Xia Mo had too deep a background, and they were afraid of offending him by calling out his name randomly. The experts were afraid that a joke would occur at such a high-end event, so they just wanted to be safe.

The industry elders took turns to speak eloquently, with detailed analysis, solid evidence and precise arguments, which made the densely packed little heads in the audience unable to stop talking.

Fang Yuan didn't say a word, but he listened.

Whether it makes sense or not is another matter, but everyone on the stage is serious about this. They have the support of wealth in the industry, and even more so, the support of complex political and business relations.

He is just a light bubble floating up from the "bubble of the times". To put it bluntly, he is an outsider, but an outsider does not mean he has no knowledge.

He knew that this year was an important turning point for the entire market economy. After that, the real estate line rushed straight into outer space and had not completely recovered until he was reborn.

Although the "Pastoral Song" project is a light trial, it is more like him building a nest for himself. It is real estate, but not pure.

From now on, he doesn't want to play with houses and lose his conscience.

He listened, secretly observing everyone's reactions, trying to figure out their thoughts and interests.

He believes that everyone present knows that the real core logic of real estate is land finance and banks.

Without banks loosening their monetary easing policies, what can these people do no matter how wealthy they are?
Without the banks' encouragement, can ordinary people buy houses with full payment?
Some people mentioned the current financial crisis, saying that accelerating real estate development and sales will help quickly restore local finances and effectively counter the obvious impact of the financial crisis.

Fang Yuan wanted to laugh when he heard this. What a guy, he is so careful that he only dares to say the obvious things.

Why don’t you say that GDP has gone up and promotions have also gone up quickly?
To put it bluntly, the financial crisis is caused by insufficient liquidity of US dollars, which has led to the withdrawal of foreign capital.

How to do it?

It’s very simple, just release the water.

Print more money, let it flow out again, let the money support development, buy food, go to consumption, go to... go to the real estate market, only then can the bosses get rich together.

As for bubbles, bubbles are a thing of the future. Who can predict the future from the present?

Fang Yuan gradually calmed down during their conversation and began to analyze his past life memories bit by bit.

Looking back from the future, he believes that since the reform and opening up, the domestic market economy has actually made two very big strategic mistakes.

One is to allow private enterprises to enter the real estate industry, and the other is to allow capital to enter e-commerce.

After more than 30 years of development, many companies have made money, but most of the profits are taxes!
Taxes are fine, it’s because the laws are not perfect yet.

But by this point in time in 08, they should have all been like Hua Wei, shifting from trade to technology and seeking competitiveness in the global market. However, real estate was making too much money, resulting in a large amount of funds being converted from technology accumulation into steel and cement.

Another thing is that the Internet industry is the least resource-dependent industry, so capital support is very fast.

Only monopoly brings profits - this is a famous saying in the capital circle.

The face is gone.

The technical threshold of the e-commerce industry is not high, and the core barriers are only scale and low price. This has also led to what later generations called the trend of ordinary people going to physical stores to find jobs and going online to consume.

In essence, the Internet does not optimize industries, but creates internal circulation.

In the twenty years since the beginning of the 21st century, we have actually lost two major economic drivers: one is technological transformation, and the other is the domestic demand cycle.

Real estate finance has caused consumer power to shrink, and e-commerce has caused profits to decline.

This is probably part of the truth behind the economic downturn.

People spend all their money on buying houses. Once the economy goes downhill, who will have money to spend?

As a result, e-commerce companies took advantage of the low prices.

For just one dollar, you can make online customers lie with their eyes open and post pictures to give positive reviews.

Ten dollars can allow a delivery guy to deliver food in a level 16 typhoon.

One hundred bucks can get a grown man to carry a refrigerator to the 8th floor for you.

One thousand yuan can make someone's daughter, who has been raised for 20 years, flatter you.

Hmm, that's not right. Later on, it seemed that the crackdown was strict, and mountain climbing became popular. There is no time limit for 466, and it is highly concealed.

Five thousand yuan can allow an idealistic college student to attend a month's worth of work that he or she does not want to do.

Ten thousand yuan can make you see human nature clearly. As long as you open your mouth, don't blame your relatives and friends for being cruel and ruthless.

If you give someone 100,000 yuan, he probably won't go west.

A betrothal gift of 500,000 yuan can end a couple's so-called love that has lasted for many years.

The group argued for half an hour, but Fang Yuan and Xia Mo were still sitting there with their eyes closed, not saying a word.

Especially Fang Yuan, no one knew what he was thinking about, he was in a daze and almost laughed out loud.

Feng Yu sat in the first row of the audience, looking at Xia Mo and Fang Yuan with a serious expression, his eyes flickering.

He knew Xia Mo's character. She was smart, cunning, and even ruthless in a way that outsiders didn't know about. Under normal circumstances, this girl would never come to such an occasion to kill time.

But she came, and Xia Tian didn't even inform him...

Fengyu was sure that her sudden appearance was definitely not just to attend the forum.

Suddenly, a slim figure sat next to him. When he turned his head, it was his wife Ren Qian.

Ren Qian came here on behalf of the ministry to oversee the filming and disciplinary organization of the forum and had just been freed from the backstage.

She gently held her husband's hand and whispered, "Don't worry, she won't do anything wrong."

As he said this, he glanced at the two young men on the stage who were in a daze, then turned back and said to Feng Yu with a smile, "When I came back from Hong Kong two days ago, I didn't know she would come today. Guess who she was coming for?"

Feng Yu glanced at Fang Yuan, shook his head helplessly, and whispered, "Father said this boy is popular with women, but I don't know if it's a peach blossom fate or a peach blossom disaster."

This wasn't a question, but Ren Qian stroked her hair and replied, "I've been with Chen Wan for a few days. Just talking about that stunning woman, she's definitely a blessing for this little guy, but... meeting someone with the surname Xia, whether it's an older sister or a younger sister, I think it must be a disaster for him."

Feng Yu tried hard to hold back his laughter, "That makes sense."

……

As the morning show was coming to an end, Fang Yuan and Xia Mo still hadn't said a word on the stage. The host could stand it, but the other bigwigs couldn't.

Why? Our Kuku spit, these two sit like piles, ancestors?
Mr. Wang, a hot-tempered mountain climbing enthusiast, grabbed the microphone and interrupted, "Mr. Fang, Mr. Xia, the question Professor Liu asked is very representative. We have all discussed it and would like to know your opinions. Tell us?"

"what?"

"what?"

Fang Yuan and Xia Mo suddenly came back to their senses at the same time and asked in unison.

“……” Mr. Wang wanted to vomit blood.

"Professor Liu wants us to talk about the future development direction of our respective companies in the real estate industry." Holding his breath, he repeated the question.

There was a small coffee table with a microphone on it next to each person's sofa on the stage.

Xia Mo took advantage of Fang Yuan's lack of reaction and grabbed the microphone first, saying with a smile, "Mr. Fang, speak first."

Fang Yuan knew he had no choice but to say nothing, so he smiled and said:

"Well, let me just say a few words."

Everyone on and off the stage was concentrating.

Fang Hua was looking at him, and Jing Ruyi also wanted to see the speech of her chairman when he made his first official appearance in Yanjing.

Even people who were going to the bathroom stopped and stood there, waiting for this currently No. 1 star entrepreneur to express his first opinion of the day.

Then, everyone who was listening attentively heard him say calmly:

"Don't mess with me after that.

I don't do it.

After Pastoral, I will never engage in commercial housing again, well, never." (End of this chapter)