money player

After lingering his gaze on the female teacher's face for a moment, Xian Yaowen gave up the idea of ​​starting the strategy mission in the short term.

In his previous life, his academic record was very complete, from family education and nursery school to middle school, boarding aristocratic school, undergraduate, postgraduate, and postdoctoral studies, he did not miss a single step. He started working 696 mode at a young age, and his competitors were elites who had gone through one screening after another. The process was quite painful, and he was somewhat mentally abnormal to be able to laugh last.

He wasn't obsessed with diplomas and didn't really want to go to universities unless necessary, so the conditions for starting the strategy mission weren't ripe yet.

Fifty minutes isn't a long time. When the female teacher talked about the rubber plantations in Malaya, the bell rang again. The female teacher had no intention of going overtime. She stopped when the bell rang, picked up the teacup on the podium, and walked out.

Sikong Mingqiu turned around, looked at Xian Yaowen's face, and said coldly, "Mr. Xian, you came to see me?"

“As a famous saying goes, ten thousand years is too long, seize the day.” Sin Yiu-man smiled warmly. “When the sun sets, sitting in the open-air tea house at Ha Nai Chrang is the perfect place to watch the fishing boats return. Miss Sikong, do you have time to have dinner with me today?”

The subtext in Xian Yaowen's words wasn't very deep, and Sikong Mingqiu understood it after a little thought—I roughly guessed what you wanted, and an open and honest discussion was inevitable, so it's better to talk about it sooner rather than later.

She nodded gently, "I have time."

"Does Miss Sikong know where I live?" Xian Yaowen asked calmly.

"knew."

“Okay, I’ll have the driver pick you up at the school gate at six o’clock.” As he spoke, Xian Yaowen glanced at Qian Wanli and added, “A new batch of imported seasonal ingredients has arrived at the house. They shouldn’t be kept for long, so dinner tonight will be quite sumptuous.”

Sikong Mingqiu smiled and said, "With such delicious food before me, I will definitely arrive on time."

"Okay." Sin Yiu-man buttoned his suit jacket. "We'll take our leave now. See you tonight."

See you tonight.

After watching Xian Yaowen and the other person leave, Sikong Mingqiu said thoughtfully, "Wanli, you'll come with me tonight."

Qianwanli, burdened with worries, was startled by the words. Countless questions began to dissipate and settle, and a warm word escaped his throat: "Okay."

After leaving National Taiwan University, Sin Yiu-man and his companion arrived at the entrance of White Company.

As soon as he got out of the car, Xian Yaowen saw Wei Qiqian standing in front of Jinhai Company smoking. His gaze shifted slightly to the side and he saw Lu Yansu standing with a man, the two of them smoking and chatting and laughing.

The man smelled strongly of cosmetics, suggesting he was likely a "full-time mistress" dependent on a wealthy woman. He would typically disguise himself as a secretary, godson, or distant relative to outsiders, while acting as both mistress and housekeeper to insiders.

Having understood the situation, Xian Yaowen made no attempt to greet them, and led Huo Zhixian into the lobby of White Company. After being informed by the receptionist, they went up to Joan Charlotte's office on the second floor.

Qiong has a separate office, which is not big. When someone is sitting in the reception chair, the door cannot be opened to its fullest extent.

Qiong was busy. On her desk were blueprints for a dry vertical kiln. She held a pencil and a protractor in her hand. Knowing that the visitor was Xian Yaowen, she didn't even bother to look up. "The coffee is on the table."

Sin Yiu-man glanced at the tray on the desk. There was a coffee pot and two coffee cups with water stains on the sides. It was obvious that someone had used it not long ago and just rinsed it under the tap.

His gaze swept over the tray and landed on Joan's coffee cup. He reached over, picked it up, and took a sip. It was Maxwell House coffee, the standard in American offices, black coffee, nothing added.

He smacked his lips and put the coffee cup back in its place.

Qiong's eyelashes trembled slightly. She glanced up at Xian Yaowen without speaking, then looked at Huo Zhixian and asked, "And who is this?"

"Huh, what time do you get off work?"

Joan glanced at her watch and said casually, "Five o'clock."

"Any plans?"

"No."

"Want to come to my house for dinner?"

"OK."

"I'll be waiting for you at the door at 5:10."

"uh-huh."

Xian Yaowen said no more and left Qiong's office. As he walked through the large office, he looked around again. He hadn't seen Quan Danru before, but now he did. She was sitting at a desk, seemingly organizing documents.

I didn't walk over or say hello, but my gaze lingered on her briefly. Compared to before, Quan Danru seemed more energetic, probably because the burden on her shoulders had been greatly reduced, and also because she was doing more meaningful work.

He didn't explain it directly, but he didn't try to hide it either. From Quan Danru's perspective, her former position as his personal secretary was clearly a result of Quan Xu's nepotism, implying care or placement. It was a job with little work and high pay, giving her plenty of time to overthink things, and she even considered becoming his concubine or mistress.

Let's see. If in the next year or two, her family doesn't talk to him about her marriage, and she doesn't actively look for a partner, he has an obligation and a responsibility to give her an emotional status.

study.

Huo Zhixian grinds the ink, while Xian Yaowen holds the brush and writes on the rice paper.

He wrote the four characters "治" (governance), "客" (guest), "国" (country), and "民" (people) in one go, from top to bottom and from right to left.

As Xian Yaowen put down his pen, Huo Zhixian's lips trembled slightly. "The Wei stele... calligraphy is quite good."

"I'm sorry to have troubled you." Xian Yaowen chuckled at Huo Zhixian.

He didn't put much effort into calligraphy, and he had even less experience with Wei stele calligraphy. He was a far cry from being a calligrapher, so it would be a miracle if his handwriting was good.

Huo Zhixian smiled gently, pushed him aside, took the main position on the desk, selected a medium-sized regular script brush from the brush holder, laid out a new sheet of Xuan paper, dipped it in ink, and began to create her calligraphy on the paper.

Sin Yiu-man didn't pay attention to what she wrote; he was thinking, "Be close to politics and stay away from politicians; be close to politicians and stay away from politics."

This statement is the foundation of the Sin family's Taiwan strategy, led by Prince Enterprises. Politics, politicians, the Kuomintang, Kuomintang members, Democratic Progressive Party members, and the Democratic Progressive Party itself—now and in the future, when will they be pro-political, when will they be pro-politicians, which are pro-political and which are pro-politicians—are all tangled and complex, difficult to unravel, and require constant sorting.

Aside from himself, he hasn't found anyone around him qualified to be the person in charge of organizing things. He's a little worried that he might not be able to completely relinquish control of things in Taiwan for a long time.

Huo Zhixian wrote down a line of words, glanced at Xian Yaowen, and said, "Is my handwriting nice?"

Startled awake, Xian Yaowen looked at the Xuan paper, examined it for a few moments, and recognized it as the first column of the Lingfei Jing. "Have you been secretly copying the Lingfei Jing?"

For decades, schools have preferred to use the "Jiucheng Palace Stele" for calligraphy practice, while young ladies from prominent families were required to practice the "Duobao Pagoda Stele" or other calligraphic works by Ouyang Xun, Yan Zhenqing, Liu Gongquan, and Zhao Mengfu, because the characters were dignified and steady.

The Lingfei Jing is a script written by Taoist fairies. Fairies are detached from the earth, do not eat human food, and are not like human women. This is contrary to the development direction of a virtuous wife and good mother, a dignified householder, and a good wife and mother. In the past, only palace maids, Taoist nuns, and "talented women" would practice it.

The font was too soft, too charming, and too ethereal, and was not favored by scholar-official families. They were generally not allowed to practice it, but many young ladies would practice it secretly because it was a private, delicate font that carried a touch of girlish sentiment. The young ladies used it to write down their thoughts, secret love words, and marginal notes.

Huo Zhixian said with a smile, "My dad doesn't care what calligraphy style I'm copying. Just tell me if my handwriting is good or not."

Xian Yaowen affectionately pinched Huo Zhixian's cheek, then looked back at the Xuan paper, quickly searching his mind for words of praise. After a moment, he said softly, "Zhixian, your calligraphy is so skillful and elegant. It's like a gentle breeze on my face, calming my mind and clearing my spirit. It's truly beautiful calligraphy. From now on, you can only use small regular script when you write to me."

Huo Zhixian narrowed her eyes slightly, a smile spreading across her face, and nodded gently, "Okay."

Sin Yiu-man sat down in the executive chair, pulled Fok Chi-han onto his lap, and held her soft hands tightly. "How about I order a set of Shan-lian clothes for you?"

Huo Zhixian nodded with a smile.

Do you have any requests?

Huo Zhixian shook her head, then flipped her right hand over, her five fingers sinking into Xian Yaowen's between his fingers, and said shyly, "Can we be a dragon and a phoenix pair?"

"Okay." Sin Yiu-man nodded slightly. "Do you have any money on you?"

"some."

"Give me 30 Hong Kong dollars later."

Huo Zhixian nodded, picked up the brush from the brush mountain, wrote the four characters "Qingfeng Youyi", and then handed the brush to Xian Yaowen, her face blushing.

Xian Yaowen smiled faintly, took the brush, and began to write the characters corresponding to the left of "Qingfeng Youyi". When he finished writing the first character "Ming", Huo Zhixian was overjoyed.

She wrote the Lingfei Sutra, which is gentle, spiritual, ethereal, and serene; Xian Yaowen wrote the Songxue Sutra, which is warm, elegant, upright, and mellow. One is gentle, the other upright; one is ethereal, the other literary.

The first character is "Ming," and the next three characters must be "Yue Zhi Xin," meaning that without uttering a single word of love, they have already pledged their lives to each other.

Sure enough, Sin Yiu-man wrote "The bright moon understands my heart," and before he could even put down his pen, his thick lips had already dominated his thin lips.

……

In Yuen Long, on the other side of Qi Fang Garden, in the Lotus Hill Valley, a large area of ​​land was bought by Friendship Films and Mosquito and turned into the Nameless Flower Cemetery.

Qi Weiwen bent down and stood in front of a grave covered with morning glories, gently wiping the tombstone with a handkerchief in her hand.

The tombstone is inscribed in the center with "Tomb of Xian Yaowen's Beloved Wife Butterfly", with quotation marks on the left side of the character "Xian" and the right side of the character "Wen"; and in the lower left corner with "Biography of Eldest Son Xian Wei".

After the tombstone was wiped clean, Qi Weiwen stood in front of the tomb, carefully straightened the wrinkles in his Type 25 military uniform, put on his military cap, and silently saluted the tombstone.

After the ceremony, she walked toward the next tombstone.

The Wuminghua Cemetery is dedicated to burying those who died during the War of Resistance against Japan and whose remains were never claimed. It started in Bao'an, beginning with Qi Weiwen's female subordinate who sacrificed her life. This cause will continue to be carried out from the beginning.

After a long while, Qi Weiwen left the cemetery and returned to Qi Fang Garden. He changed his clothes, went into his study, took a file bag from the dark room, sat down at his desk, and took out a stack of documents from the file bag to examine them.

She secretly established an intelligence group codenamed "Shadow" under Mosquito's banner, which was specifically responsible for monitoring and investigating Xian Yaowen's close associates, including women, Long Xuemei, the Xie siblings, and Chu Xufei, among other core members of the Xian family.

These people have one thing in common: once they harbor disloyal intentions, they can cause enormous damage and easily threaten Sin Yiu-man's life.

Xian Yaowen is her man, her little foreign devil, and she must protect him.

After reading the documents for about ten minutes, she gently rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on from the burning of funds.

Shadow needs to keep things from the foreign devil while also exerting strong intelligence control capabilities, which requires a large investment of funds. She keeps pouring her private savings into it, and for now she's doing alright, but if this continues, she'll eventually run into financial difficulties.

"Sigh, Mosquito needs new ways to make money, and he also needs a skilled accountant. That foreign devil has too sharp eyes; ordinary accounts can't be hidden from him."

She gently stroked her lower abdomen, her eyes radiating maternal warmth, and a playful smile played on her lips as she laughed at the disruption to the little foreigner's fertility plans.

"Little foreign devil, your older sister is too old to wait any longer."

Although Sin Yiu-man had always tried to avoid pregnancy, he used a method that was not very reliable. If the woman was determined to cause trouble, it was very easy for her to get pregnant.

"Weiwei, grow up quickly."

The names chosen by Sin Yiu-man and Chi Wai-man were "Wei" for their son and "Wei" for their daughter. Chi Wai-man still hoped that she would have a son.

A train was traveling on the tracks. Zhang Ziming, the head of the Heyao Laboratory under Baota Pharmaceutical, was sitting in a sleeper compartment. Opposite him sat Lao Xiao, the technical head of the No. 1 pyrethrum trial planting project.

When Long Xuemei's plan to introduce Artemisia annua from the mainland, which was initially implemented by the people, was first put on hold, it was strongly stopped by the mainland authorities. Later, they sent people to contact Tong Guangfu, who was in charge of the medicinal garden. After several negotiations, the mainland formulated the "No. 1 Chrysanthemum Trial Planting Project". Baota Pharmaceutical set up the River Demon Laboratory to participate in the project, mainly responsible for providing Artemisia annua seeds and international new technology support.

Due to confidentiality issues, the River Monster Lab, led by Zhang Ziming and consisting of five researchers, will remain in mainland China for a considerable period of time until the introduction of the species is successful and it is planted on a large scale before they can leave.

Of course, Artemisia capillaris was just a stepping stone. The original intention of establishing the River Monster Laboratory was to set up a pharmaceutical raw material supply base in the mainland and further establish a finished drug production base to control low raw material costs and low labor costs, thereby reducing the overall cost of Newman's finished drugs.

With the windows open, the wind blew in the smell of coal smoke and dust, and the clanging of the wheels over the rails was incessant, occasionally punctuated by the whooshing exhaust of the locomotive.

Old Xiao was dressed in a Zhongshan suit with frayed cuffs, clutching an old canvas bag containing simple plant specimens and a notebook. His expression was solemn.

Across from him, Zhang Ziming was dressed in a dark blue suit. He had a dark, capable face, thick fingers, and was holding half a coarse grain pancake in his hand. His eyes were sharp as he looked at the documents on the table.

Between the two was an enamel mug filled with slightly cool boiled water.

Zhang Ziming took a bite of the pancake, chewed it forcefully, swallowed, wiped his mouth, and lowered his voice, barely drowning out the sound of the wheels, "Mr. Xiao, where do you plan to place your bets? Dezhou or Weifang?"

Old Xiao ran his fingertips along the edge of the canvas bag, his brows furrowed slightly, his voice steady, tinged with weariness yet exceptionally firm: "Comrade Zhang, ascariasis is rampant across the country, especially among children. They are pale and thin, with bloated bellies, and some have even lost their lives."

The country currently relies entirely on imports of Santonium from the Soviet Union. Not only are they expensive, but we're also at the mercy of their decisions; the supply could be cut off at any time.

The train let out a long whistle, making the windows tremble slightly. Old Xiao paused, glanced out the window at the yellowing fields and the distant villages, then looked away, his tone becoming even more somber.

"Tell me the truth, how many Artemisia seeds can Baota Pharmaceuticals actually provide?"

Zhang Ziming put down the pancake, picked up the enamel mug, took a sip of water, and put the large enamel mug down before slowly saying, "Baota Pharmaceuticals obtained a total of 17.82 grams of seeds this year. I brought 15 grams with me, and the other 2.82 grams are needed to support trial planting in multiple locations. Don't even think about allocating a single milligram; 15 grams is the limit."

Old Xiao frowned. "How many grams will it be next year?"

"It's hard to say, seeds are hard to come by."

Upon hearing this, Lao Xiao's expression changed slightly. He paused for a moment, then took out a crumpled notebook from his canvas bag, opened it, and found simple plant illustrations drawn on it, which he had copied based on literature records.

“I checked all the foreign literature I could find. Artemisia is native to the vicinity of the Arctic Circle. The climate in Siberia, in the former Soviet Union, is somewhat similar to the autumn and winter seasons in Weifang. It’s just that our summers are hotter and there is more rain, so we need to think of ways to deal with flooding in advance.”

The train slowed down with a clattering sound, as if it were climbing a hill. The smell of coal smoke grew stronger. Old Xiao closed his notebook and pushed the enamel mug towards Zhang Ziming.

Zhang Ziming stared at the enamel mug without saying a word. Choosing the trial planting base was a weighty responsibility, and he shouldn't talk too much and influence the decision.

A moment later, he brought the pancake to his mouth and took a big bite.

He was from Henan and experienced the Great Famine of 1942.

He barely survived the disaster, but at some point he developed an illness where he would vomit stressfully whenever he saw certain things or heard certain sounds, until he emptied his stomach.

Because of this illness, he developed the habit of eating small meals frequently. When he could eat, he would try to eat as much as possible, because he didn't want to starve to death.

Frequent vomiting causes stomach acid to burn all the way to the esophagus. The esophageal mucosa is corroded by stomach acid over a long period of time, and the cells are repeatedly injured and repaired, greatly increasing the probability of gene mutation. He may develop esophageal cancer at any time.

That's why he plans to do something meaningful in his limited lifespan.

In the study.

After performing artificial asphyxiation on Huo Zhixian, Xian Yaowen took out a contract, read it through, and signed it on the last page.

Jorge Guinness Entertainment launched an animation project called "Dragon Panda," in collaboration with Friendship Company. Friendship Taiwan Branch served as the nominal main production company to avoid the risk of being blacklisted due to politics. Production was outsourced to Dragon Society and Superhero, while the more tedious parts were subcontracted to the animation group of Shanghai Film Studio.

After signing the contract, putting it into a document bag, and placing it in the "flying box" on the desk, Cai Zhixian will come over tomorrow to hand over the documents to the flight attendants who fly different routes.

After processing a few documents, Sin Yiu-man pulled out the flight attendant list, glanced at it, and noticed that the flight attendant flying to the United States had her birthday in three days. He found the corresponding resume, looked through it, analyzed her preferences, and then took Fok Chi-han to the storeroom to pick out a gift.

Back in the study, he wrote a greeting card and put it in a gift box, which Huo Zhixian helped him wrap.

Huo Zhixian wrapped the package very carefully. She was in a very good mood. The kiss just now, and learning more about Yaowen's secrets—using flight attendants to pass messages and documents, was indeed a good method.

Little did they know that Sin Yiu-man had already planned to partially abandon this channel, and would no longer use flight attendants to transmit important unencrypted information and documents, gradually transitioning to ordinary channels.

Once outsiders discover a channel, there is no secrecy or security; it is too easy for someone to target you and plot against you.

Around five o'clock, Xian Yaowen called Jiang Yiying and asked her to come over for dinner. Then he took Huo Zhixian to the living room and stood in front of the card table to watch the game.

The four players were Fei Baoqi, Tang Yiying, Madam Lan, and Li Moyun. Xian Yaowen first stood behind Tang Yiying and gently massaged her shoulders with his hands.

His actions caught the attention of others, prompting Mrs. Lan to laugh and say, "Mr. Xian, you are so considerate."

Xian Yaowen replied with a smile, "Mrs. Lan, don't worry, I'll massage it for you later."

Mrs. Lan winked. "I don't have that kind of luck. Seven, the club will be very lively tonight. Mr. Xian, would you like to come and join in the fun?"

"Okay."

Madam Lan had made it clear she needed to speak with him, so he should agree first, regardless of whether he went or not. (End of Chapter)