money player

Xian Yaowen looked at Huang Yifan and said, "Ms. Huang, may I ask you a question?"

"Excuse me, sir."

"Did you and Mr. Zhang fall in love freely or was it arranged by a matchmaker?"

Huang Yifan muttered in her heart, why did you drag me into this, just talk about your own things, but she still replied: "It's the matchmaker's words."

"How different is the Mr. Zhang described by the matchmaker from the Mr. Zhang you met later?" Xian Yaowen added: "Ms. Huang, please remain objective and don't bring in the emotions of your later life."

Huang Yifan was stunned for a moment and said, "The good side is exaggerated, but the bad side is not mentioned at all."

"Thank you." Xian Yaowen nodded to Huang Yifan, then turned to look at Zhou Yueyu, "In the countryside, matchmakers have sharp eyes and are very hardworking. If there is a pretty girl or a handsome boy who will never have trouble finding a wife, even if they are not yet of marriageable age, the matchmaker will already visit the family and tell the parents that she will be the matchmaker for the child's marriage. Moreover, it is voluntary and there is no need to give gifts to the matchmaker.

With such a card in hand, the matchmaker will spread the news to wealthy families in the countryside, and will also try to marry into an even wealthier family in the city. Although she cannot accept gifts from both families, she can eat at banquets from hundreds of families. Before she plays her cards, the matchmaker can get a lot of benefits.

Moreover, when it comes to such good cards, the matchmaker will not exaggerate too much, and the difference between what she brags about and the truth will not be too big.

Bankers and matchmakers are actually similar. If there is a good thing, just spread the news among your acquaintances, and someone will come to ask for it. You have to pay the tribute you deserve. Otherwise..."

Xian Yaowen spread his hands, "Good things have thresholds and they are also pretentious. People who are not close to you will not chase you and feed you. Attending a party is you holding a good hand, and you meet people who also hold a good hand. Both sides show their cards to see if they can form a better hand.

You must know what hand you have. If someone who cannot form a better hand with you asks you to show his cards, he either intends to take a few cards from you or wants to sleep with you.

The former is more likely, while the latter usually adopts a different way of conversation. With your keen sense of smell, you can probably sense it, such as Philip."

Zhou Yueyu covered her mouth and laughed, "Master, you are still jealous."

Xian Yaowen glanced at Zhou Yueyu and asked, "Is this the point?"

"No." Zhou Yueyu held back her laughter and shook her head.

Xian Yaowen pointed at Zhou Yueyu and said, "Investment is not a simple matter. It requires knowledge and experience. Apart from art, I don't recommend you to make other investments in the short term, especially those related to finance. Even if you encounter an opportunity to make a hundred times the return on your investment, don't invest."

"Ah."

That night, Zhou Yueyu was busy dealing with relatives and Xian Yaowen did not have to work hard.

The next day.

Xian Yaowen did not go against his biological clock and got up early without fail.

After morning exercise, she sat in the yard, with a piece of toast in her mouth and opening the mail in her hands. It was the list of this year's graduates from Norland College sent by Judy and asked her to help prepare. It was not all of them, but only those who were interested in working in France.

Norland is a school that trains nannies. The expected annual salary for outstanding graduates starts from 1000 pounds, and they can usually be signed for 1200 pounds. This salary exceeds that of most white-collar workers, so they have the confidence to ask for such a high salary.

Zhou Yueyu has no servants here, and she also lacks someone to teach her aristocratic etiquette. When it comes to familiarity with etiquette, the first choice is the butler from the butler school, followed by the nanny from the nanny school. Both of them are taught in a strict manner, according to textbook-level standards.

Soon, he finished looking through the roster and had two candidates in mind. He would send invitations to the two to travel to Paris later and let Zhou Yueyu choose one herself.

He put the roster aside and was about to pick up today's newspaper when he saw Huang Yifan walking towards him.

"Are you free now, sir?"

Xian Yaowen picked up the items on the long iron chair, spread a piece of newspaper on it, and gestured to Huang Yifan to invite her to sit down.

Huang Yifan sat down, crossed her legs, and said, "Ailing wrote to me, telling me about her recent situation. She is in Hong Kong and has a new boyfriend, but she didn't introduce him to me. I would like to ask you to find out about this man."

Xian Yaowen handed the item in his hand to Qi Longque, lit a cigar, and said slowly under Huang Yifan's not-so-intent gaze: "Ms. Huang, our one-month agreement has long passed, and I have never discussed the salary issue with you, nor have I paid you. Let's talk now."

Huang Yifan nodded slightly. She did not feel treated poorly by Xian Yaowen changing the subject. Although they had not had much contact, she had a general understanding that Xian Yaowen would not speak without a purpose.

“Are you satisfied with your work status?”

"I get along very well with Yueyu, and sometimes I treat her like a daughter."

"There will be a new person here soon, a nanny who graduated from Norland College. I plan to pay her 100 pounds a month. She will be under your jurisdiction. You will arrange work for her and pay her salary.

As for you, I don't intend to treat you as an outsider, so we won't talk about salary, we'll talk about monthly allowance. Your monthly allowance is 50 pounds, and other than that, the food, clothing and daily expenses have been discussed with Yueyu."

Xian Yaowen deliberately looked at the expensive clothes on Huang Yifan's body, "Yueyu didn't treat you harshly, did she?"

"Yueyu is good."

"That's good." Xian Yaowen nodded gently, "Since Yueyu has followed me, I have the obligation to give her an explanation. I can't give her too much emotionally, but I will try my best to give her material, career, and female independence.

I don't like empty words like "I won't treat you unfairly". When it comes to money and material things, no matter how much I give Yue Yu, you can get 3% of the profit. This ratio will be adjusted every two years, up to a maximum of 10%.

Even if you get old in the future, you can designate an heir to continue to enjoy the benefits, but the proportion will be halved.

Are you satisfied? "

Huang Yifan nodded seriously, "Sir, you are very generous."

"Okay, let's put it this way. A lawyer will sign a paper contract with you in the next two days. Ms. Huang, I only have one request for you. You must keep your mouth shut."

"Sir, I know, this is the most basic."

"Okay, let's talk about Ai Ling now." Xian Yaowen smiled faintly and said, "Don't doubt it, I didn't make a mistake. Ms. Huang, before I met you, I had asked the staff stationed in Shanghai to invite Ai Ling to work in Hong Kong.

One of the reasons I invited her was that I admired her talent in screenwriting and my film and television company needed such talents.

Of course, talent is actually secondary. What I need mainly is her fame.

This is business.

Secondly, when it comes to women, I have many wives and concubines, as well as many lovers, including female aristocrats, daughters of wealthy businessmen, female celebrities, and so on. I have relationships with all kinds of women, so naturally I cannot be a young female writer.

Ailing was the one I had my eyes on. The first time I met her was at my wedding, and the second time we met was at the residence I arranged for her, on the fifth day of the first lunar month.

Maybe it was because I had someone send her a New Year's Eve dinner on New Year's Eve and she was touched, or maybe it was because I have always been shameless towards women, she half-heartedly agreed and we got together that night.

So, there is no need to ask, Ai Ling’s boyfriend is me, Ms. Huang, just ask if you have anything you want to ask.”

Xian Yaowen's words had a great impact on Huang Yifan. Although she was Western-styled and relatively open-minded in her emotions, she tended to be conservative when it came to her own daughter.

Huang Yifan was silent for a long time. After a turbulent struggle in her heart, she calmly asked, "How do you plan to treat Ai Ling?"

"I think Eileen is a person with rich thoughts, which is generally true of writers. In terms of action, she is a lazy person. She doesn't know how to take the initiative in love. When someone comes to her, she feels that they are compatible with her and she is moved.

As for the relationship between her and me, her expectations should not be too high, and I will not pose a threat to her survival. Maybe if I don't tell her 'we are over', she will always assume that she is my lover and will not bother to change. "

Xian Yaowen took out a lighter and lit up Huang Yifan's cigarette. "Ms. Huang, I am both ruthless and affectionate to women. Deep down, I believe in gender equality and do not think men have an obligation to support women. I will not support any woman just because of love. This is true for Yueyu and Ailing.

Among my women, Yueyu is the one who spends the most money, but I provide for her, not as a support, but as an investment. I believe she has the potential to generate high returns. I train her, which not only fulfills myself but also fulfills her. It is a win-win situation.

I don’t see this kind of potential in Eileen, and I think her ultimate goal is to become a world-renowned writer.”

After a brief pause, Xian Yaowen continued, "To be honest, I don't think she can reach this limit. Even if she does, it won't be of much use to me.

During my time in London, I set up a publishing house in a few days, visited a number of world-class influential writers, and was about to publish a series of masterpieces that I believed would sell well for decades.

However, the publishing house is only one part of my plan. What I need is a group of world-renowned writers, and any individual of them will not have much impact on my plan.

So, Aunt Huang... I won't treat Ai Ling harshly, but her standard of living won't be the same as Yue Yu's. I will pave the way for her and create conditions for her to get rich through literature. No matter how long I maintain a relationship with her, I can guarantee that her life will not be hard. "

Huang Yifan sighed, "From your words, I can't sense your admiration for Ai Ling."

Xian Yaowen chuckled and said, “Socrates believed that satisfying basic physical desires, such as appetite and sexual desire, is a necessary condition for human survival and reproduction, and it is not meaningless.

The satisfaction of these desires can bring a certain amount of happiness and satisfaction, allowing people to maintain the normal functioning of their daily lives. However, he also emphasized that people should not just indulge in satisfying basic physical desires, which would ignore higher-level pursuits.

The higher goal of life should be to pursue the higher enjoyment of the soul, such as the pursuit of wisdom, truth, and virtue. This pursuit can bring deeper and more lasting happiness and satisfaction, and enable people to achieve self-transcendence and spiritual sublimation.

Socrates was a sculptor, but he had a lot of complaints about this profession. He mocked the sculptors for trying their best to carve stones to look like humans, but not putting any effort into themselves, which resulted in them looking like stone rather than human.

As a sculptor, he worked for two days and rested for three days. Most of his time was not spent on carving stones, but on carving human souls. He called himself an amateur philosophy researcher, and he enjoyed studying, exploring and promoting philosophy, but neglected his livelihood. His two wives never had a good day with him.

As a descendant, I cannot say that Socrates was not great. His philosophical thoughts have influenced countless people. However, if I were his wife, I would poison him to mute him, so that he could not speak and could only bury his head in carving stones. Would his philosophical thoughts have the fragrance of jerky?"

Xian Yaowen shook his head slightly, "I think meat jerky is more fragrant."

After a short pause, he continued: "Bao Shuya once said to Duke Huan of Qi: Those who accomplish great things do not care about small shame, and those who achieve great achievements do not care about small forgiveness.

Aunt, I am not willing to be ordinary and I am determined to achieve something in my career, but I will not be too fussy and will try my best to maintain a balance between various affairs and take everything into consideration.

I will satisfy Ai Ling's basic physical desires, and will not hinder her from pursuing higher spiritual enjoyment. I will not put any shackles on her, and will allow her to enjoy full freedom.

I don’t think Ailing can get the kind of love that you understand, aunt. I never think that kind of love is a necessity for men and women to get along.

Love is passionate but short-lived, just like the life of a firefly. It opens its mouth to feast on sweetness but even eats up next year’s crops, leaving only memories and regrets.

Life is dull and long, just like Yugong moving the mountain, day after day, boring and tedious. Every sunset must leave some energy for sunrise. "

Xian Yaowen's words shocked Huang Yifan deeply. She did not agree with all of them, but she had to admit that Xian Yaowen's insights were quite profound, not as profound as expected for someone of his age.

She was silent for a long time, then said, "Please treat Ailing better."

"I will." Xian Yaowen took back the newspaper he was about to read from Qi Longque, "Ms. Huang, prepare breakfast for Yueyu and wake her up. There are a lot of things to do today."

"Okay, sir."

After staying in bed, washing and dressing, and eating breakfast, a long hour passed and Zhou Yueyu sat next to Xian Yaowen, as if she was a white-collar worker who punched in and went downstairs of the company to have breakfast on Monday. She had a greasy and listless face, and took small sips of a cup of coffee. She was also like a teddy bear, breathing heavily in the air.

"You woke me up so early. I didn't sleep well."

"The beggars under the Eiffel Tower work from 10 am to 3 pm, work 4 days a week and rest 3 days a week, and the income is not bad. Pick a good restaurant and book a table. We will entertain the leader of the Beggars' Sect tonight. I will take the risk of sending you a valuable gift, so that you can have the opportunity to take over the begging job under the Eiffel Tower."

Xian Yaowen made a clapboard motion with his hands, "Diang in Diang, Diang in Diang, don't panic, don't rush, I'm going to Paris to beg for food today, I'm going to Paris for a walk, two paupers come to the street, one beats the bamboo clapper, the other bows on the street, first bows to the three religions and the nine classes, which three religions and nine classes, then the various schools of thought..."

Zhou Yueyu covered Xian Yaowen's mouth and said coquettishly, "I complained a little and you planned to make me sing a story on the street?"

Xian Yaowen pried Zhou Yueyu's hands apart and said with a smile: "Hey, my big hips, hey, beat the bamboo clappers, now I have come to Paris, that Paris is a brothel, all the whores are good..."

Zhou Yueyu glared at Xian Yaowen fiercely, "You are such a show-off, is this never going to end?" (End of this chapter)