On the weekend morning, Shang Fuhai told Xu Fei that he would go to the capital tomorrow and it was not sure how many days he would stay.

Xu Fei was not very satisfied with Shang Fuhai, who had to go out for a long trip after staying at home for a few days, but she knew that she could not help him now. Finally, she asked him that it was not convenient for him to bring her brother with her and take him out to see the world, so as not to be a naughty young man who would still know nothing after graduation.

"Hingxing?" Shang Fuhai shook his head: "It's really not possible this time. I have very important things to talk about. I really don't have time to take him. Otherwise, I will definitely take him to see him next time I have the chance."

"Okay, it's up to you." Xu Fei's tone was not very happy.

Old Shang had no choice. If he didn't understand, he wouldn't understand. Now he had no idea what the motive was for Zhang Yiming's phone call. He didn't know whether it was good or bad at all. How could he take his brother-in-law over there.

Xu Fei was mainly angry that Shang Fuhai had been going out one after another recently and had only been back for several days after leaving. This made her very helpless. She felt that she was incompetent and could not help him at all, nor could she attack and retreat with him.

So much so that when Shang Fuhai proposed to go to the capital again, Xu Fei felt a little inexplicably pressured, but she still couldn't help, and even knew nothing about what he wanted to do in the capital!

As for her proposal to ask her younger brother to follow him to see the world, it was just a casual excuse.

She even thought to herself: "You coax me, coax me, and I won't be angry."

Shang Fuhai always feels a little guilty about his wife and children. He clearly wants to spend more time with them, but he doesn’t expect that life will be gone, but his time is getting less and less, and he spends less time with them.

He asked himself, do I want to go to the capital now?

Actually, I really don’t want to go, but I’m under pressure, so I can’t go!

After breakfast on the weekend, Shang Fuhai was playing around with the family out of guilt.

On Monday, he waved his hand to say goodbye to his family and met Han Zhengyu. The two were sent to Bocheng Railway Station by the arranged driver, from which they will take the high-speed train at around 9 a.m. to Beijing.

The whole journey took less than four hours, and the two got off at 1:00 noon.

Shang Fuhai stopped at the entrance of the station, and looked at the crowds of people coming and going like a torrent, and he couldn't help but wonder what the meaning of "Beijing Drift" is?

Should I rent a building worth 80,000 or 90,000 yuan with a high salary, or rent a basement or a scattered house with a meager income?

Or do you catch one subway after another during the tense hours every day?

"Boss, someone is waiting for us there, hurry up and go." Han Zhengyu saw someone raising this sign at the station entrance from afar, with the words Haifei written on it.

Shang Fuhai nodded, and the two walked over.

Han Zhengyu asked: "Hello, are you a Toutiao person?"

The waiting person nodded quickly: "I am from the company's driver's class, my surname is Li, who are you?"

"We are from Haifei Capital, this is our boss, and I am Han Zhengyu, the general manager of Haifei Capital." Han Zhengyu introduced.

When the driver surnamed Li heard that the two of them were the ones whom the leader arranged for him to pick him up, he quickly put away the sign and said, "I'm just waiting for you two distinguished guests, follow me."

The Mercedes-Benz 350 he drove was not of low quality.

After Shang Fuhai sat in, he felt much more comfortable than the car he felt.

"No wonder some people say they drive a BMW and ride a Mercedes-Benz," Shang Fuhai whispered, and this seemed to make sense.

He is thin and not tall, with eyes with silver-four-framed silver-framed eyes, a casual shirt on the upper body, a pair of frosted jeans on the lower body, and a pair of casual leather shoes on his feet, with a bit of unruly and a bit of a literati-like temperament.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, I have admired you for a long time." Shang Fuhai was shocked when he saw Zhang Yiming coming out to pick him up.

This is an invisible rich man. Remember the relevant wealth magazine records that in another three or four years, Zhang Yiming, founder of Beijing ByteDance Technology Co., Ltd., will enter the top ten domestic rich man list with a wealth value of more than 70 billion yuan.

Who was before that list?

For example, people who often appear in news broadcasts such as Ma Penguin, Ma Ali, Xu Hengda, Wang Wanda, etc.

As for Mr. Zhang, his current value has increased by the headlines caused by Shang Fuhai's transaction, which has caused the price to increase compared to the same period in history. It is really hard to say.

However, no matter how high it is, it will not exceed 10 billion yuan, and it may not even be even a fifty-year-old.

Thinking of this, Shang Fuhai's extremely shocking heart suddenly calmed down, as if his current value was not much lower than his other party.

"I always thought I was the youngest among the successful entrepreneurs born in the 1980s. I didn't expect Mr. Shang to be younger than me. No wonder, it's amazing!" Zhang Yiming admired him from the bottom of his heart.

In his previous impression, Shang Fuhai and his Haifei Capital were examples of luck, but when he saw Shang Fuhai, he suddenly realized that this was not just luck, or his vision was even more vicious, and discovered the potential stock of Toutiao.

He was also very courageous. According to the information he received, he had already gained all his wealth and even borrowed a lot of money before he bought Toutiao's equity from meager hands.

He has vision, courage and ruthlessness. Who can succeed if he doesn’t succeed?

Shang Fuhai really didn't expect that Zhang Yiming was so arrogant and even proclaimed himself the most successful entrepreneur born in the 1980s. How could you have the face to say it?

"Dr. Zhang, it's too good. I can say that I borrowed Zhang's ride-sharing to get to where I am today. It's impossible to compare with Zhang from scratch." Shang Fuhai was very modest.

The two of them compliments each other for the first time they met, and neither of them showed any expression.

After welcoming Shang Fuhai and Han Zhengyu into the office building, Zhang Yiming said: "Dr. Shang, let's go have some meal first. I have many questions later and I have to ask Mr. Shang for advice alone, so please give me some advice."

As he spoke, he welcomed Shang Fuhai and Han Zhengyu into the company's restaurant...

Shang Fuhai and Han Zhengyu looked at each other. When they met for the first time, did you treat us like this?

really!

Zhang Yiming said: "Dr. Shang, and Mr. Han, our time is very tight. At noon, I will ask you to give me a try on how our company's canteen restaurant is. When the afternoon is over, I will personally welcome you to the two in the evening."

Shang Fuhai has no special request for this, he is irresistible.

Even if we eat in the restaurant, there is a separate private room, and a special chef in the cafeteria makes a sumptuous lunch for them.

It was strange that at noon, except Zhang Yiming, they did not see the second executive of Toutiao. No matter how they think about it, it was weird.

Zhang Yiming had no explanation. He ate very quickly because it was a working meal and there was no alcohol. Instead, each person had a bottle of freshly squeezed juice. After Zhang Yiming finished eating, he looked at Shang Fuhai.

Shang Fuhai was stunned: "Damn, what do you mean is to urge me to finish eating?"

The style of painting feels very strange!
Chapter completed!