Chapter 37 Su Wantang-"Rebirth 2000: I broke the agreement and became rich"
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Half past one in the morning.
Executive suite on the 88th floor of Jinmao Grand Hyatt.
Lin Chuan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding the silver windproof lighter in his hand. His coat had long been thrown on the sofa, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearms.The Huangpu River outside the window is like a ribbon covered with gold foil, extending from the foot to the end of the sight.The row of buildings from all over the world on the Bund were outlined by the lights, standing silently on the other side, like a group of old-school gentlemen in formal wear.
The staying power of tonight's meal is not in the wine, but in the people.
Xu Ziqian, who is on the industrial path, is dissatisfied with words but is already reevaluating in his heart.Chen Fangzhou is a person with similar capital skills. He can ask questions that bring out the best ideas and should not be ignored.Lu Chengan was also the most important one - his glass of wine was equivalent to making a statement for everyone present.
But these are just entrances.
Not the result.
He smashed the plates in Shenzhen from scratch by himself.The rules there are simple, as long as you have enough money.Shanghai is different.The city's resource structure is thicker and more hierarchical.The real link between capital, industry, relationships and officialdom is never found at the dinner table, but hidden in parks, investment attractions and platforms.
Whoever controls the entrance makes the rules.
This is also the real purpose of his coming to Shanghai.
Start work tomorrow.
the next day.
Eight fifteen in the morning.
The vibration of the phone woke Lin Chuan from his sleep.He touched the mobile phone on the bedside table and glanced at the caller ID - Ye Zhiqiu.
"Say." His voice was still hoarse.
"Good morning, Mr. Lin. Did last night's round go well?"
"It's okay."
"Then let me get down to business." Ye Zhiqiu spoke quickly and clearly, like a precise printer, "You asked me to find a local executive secretary for you, and I have already selected one. I will see you today."
"Who?" Lin Chuan asked
"My best friend, Su Wantang. I have a bachelor's degree in political science and law from East China and a postgraduate degree in finance. I worked at Jones Lang LaSalle for more than two years, doing business site selection, park investment matching and high-end commercial real estate consulting. I have worked on several projects in Lujiazui, Zhangjiang and Caohejing, and I am very familiar with the local industry. I just resigned from Party A last month and am looking for opportunities."
Lin Chuan leaned against the head of the bed and tapped his fingers on the quilt twice unconsciously.
Jones Lang LaSalle is one of the five major banks. If you can stay on that kind of foreign investment platform for two years without being eliminated, your basic skills will not be bad.Having done site selection and investment promotion, it means that she has a ready-made resource network.If you just resigned, it means you haven't been snatched away by another company.
The timing is just right.
"How are people?"
"Courageous, quick-tongued, and agile in doing things." Ye Zhiqiu paused, and his tone became a little more personal. "It's just that sometimes he talks too straight and is not good at turning corners. But I think you don't mind this."
Lin Chuan laughed.
"We'll talk about it first. About noon, find a quiet place near Lujiazui."
"Okay, I'll tell her"
The phone hangs up.
Lin Chuan threw the phone next to the pillow, lay there for three seconds, then lifted the quilt and stood up.
Wash and change clothes.A dark slim-fitting T-shirt, light gray casual pants, the Patek Philippe Starry Sky Tourbillon on his wrist, and a pair of leather loafers casually buckled on.There is no suit, and there is no deliberate effort, but the whole person's aura is clean, noble, and does not look like he is in his early twenties when he is reflected in the mirror.
Eleven forty-five.
On the second floor of Lujiazui International Financial Center, there is a business cafe called "Shiting".
The glass door of the cafe was pushed open.
A woman walked in.
He is about 1.7 meters tall and wears a neatly tailored off-white suit jacket, a thin black high-neck sweater underneath, and a pair of dark nine-point cigarette pants on the lower body.The hair is not long, shoulder length, slightly flaring, not deliberately styled, but every strand is smooth.
The bridge of the nose is high, the lips are thin, and the ends of the eyes are slightly raised.
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