High Society [Part I]

67 Door-to-Door

A year later, in a small town in the Lin province of Xinjing.

"Hello, viewers, welcome to today's "Morning Economy". With the continuous acceleration of IPOs, a total of five new stocks were listed last month. The A-shares ushered in a historic moment. The number of listed companies exceeded 3,000..."

TV The sound of news came from the machine, and there was a ding dong outside. It should be that Tang Weijun had already woken up and was making breakfast.

Getting up from the bed, Shen Dongzhi walked out wearing only a suspender and shorts, rubbing his head while doing so.

She and Tang Weijun left a year ago, and then opened a small shop here. She sleeps every day when it is dark, and wakes up when she is full, and from time to time, she and Tang Weijun will moan and grope. The small life is very happy Shu Tan, occasionally Zhou Xiyao would come over from Xinjing to have dinner and drink with them.

Going out to see, Tang Weijun has already prepared breakfast, stir-fried celery and millet porridge.

"Are you eating this again?"

Shen Dongzhi sat at the table and pouted, while Tang Weijun next to him couldn't help but lower his head and chuckle.

It was hot in midsummer, and two nights before the winter solstice, the air conditioner was turned too low and she caught a cold and had a fever. He had no choice but to take care of her as a baby. He kept her from eating any oily food for three meals a day, which made her whole mouth bitter.

Looking at the beef on Tang Weijun's plate, she really wanted to pick it up, but fortunately, the sound on the TV successfully attracted her attention.

——Among the five new stocks listed last month, there is Huaihe Chemical, a subsidiary of Huai Sen.

Sheng Huaixuan should have done a lot in the past year. There are more and more reports about the Huai Sen Group, and it seems that there is a tendency to return to the top.

Tang Weijun ate faster than her, and he put down his chopsticks just after she ate half.

"The water delivery man's car broke down. I'll carry some water. You can eat more."

Tang Weijun's voice brought back Shen Dongzhi's thoughts, she nodded, her voice was as soft as the water in a small town.

"Put some sunscreen on before going, don't get dark again."

Tang Weijun didn't take it seriously, it doesn't matter if the man has black spots.

After he left, Shen Dongzhi had almost finished eating, she packed up the dishes, and then turned to read a book on the small balcony on the second floor.

The small balcony is her small study room, a wicker chair, a small round table with water glasses on it, and many fresh potted plants around.

As the pages of the book were turned, the warm sunlight hit Shen Dongzhi's body, making her feel very comfortable.

After this year of indulgence, she has adjusted her mentality, but after careful consideration, she still didn't ask Zhou Xiyao for that wish.

She thought hard about what she could do when she got to London.

One is to provide her with a job as Zhou Xiyao said.

The second is to start her own business. She believes that Zhou Xiyao will invest in her.

The question is, is there a place for her in London, the world's largest financial center?

Shen Dongzhi felt that there was not yet.

According to her current level, there is only one choice for starting a business, which is to be a fund.

It is not so easy to be a fund. A qualified investment institution needs high-level staff, deep interpersonal relationships and funds, and an excellent leader.

In terms of finance alone, Han Cheng's ability is better than hers, but he still worked hard for so long to get Cheng Yang, let alone her.

From this point of view, the choice Zhou Xiyao gave her was indeed the most realistic one, to work and study in a large investment institution, and then slowly transition to starting a business.

But Shen Dongzhi knew herself very well, she was not from a major, and this career path was not suitable for her.

Of course, if she insists on starting a business, she can still ask Zhou Xiyao for help. His family is in the UK, and his connections and funds are not a problem. She can even be a hands-off boss.

But she didn't want to, she hadn't learned to walk yet, so would she have to ride in Zhou Xiyao's car for the rest of her life?

After all, she and Zhou Xiyao were just friends, and the money of the super-rich didn't fall from the sky, and playing finance in London was not something that could be done for the price of a sports car.

No one will give you hundreds of millions for nothing.

And she cherishes Zhou Xiyao, and doesn't want to overdraw her friendship with him.

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"Sister, I want mung bean popsicles!"

A childish voice came from downstairs, Shen Dongzhi looked down and saw that it was the youngest daughter of a widow selling clothes on the opposite street.

The little girl looked up at her, waving a one-yuan note in her hand and smiling brightly, Shen Dongzhi also smiled lightly, and quickly threw those thoughts out of her mind and went downstairs.

At the same time, Zhao Tingjie was driving around in the small town.

There are many ancient buildings in this small town, which are winding and winding, and it is even more difficult to find than the small county town at the beginning.

Fortunately, there was a popsicle seller Grandpa who showed the way, Zhao Tingjie finally found it after going around two or three times.

In front of him was a concrete road with pits and holes, and a small wooden two-story building stood beside the road. Zhao Tingjie parked the car aside, got out of the car, took out the note and looked at the small building.

The door numbers are the same, that's right here.

Then Zhao Tingjie looked forward and found Shen Dongzhi.

There was a little girl standing in front of her, and she lowered her head to search for something in the freezer. After a while, she handed a green popsicle to the little girl, and the little girl thanked her sweetly.

After closing the freezer, Shen Dongzhi raised his head to pinch the little girl's face, but happened to meet Zhao Tingjie's gaze.

At this moment, Shen Dongzhi's expression froze, and Zhao Tingjie's heart also trembled.

The bright sunshine came over, and the little girl licked the popsicles from the two of them. Zhao Tingjie stood outside the door and looked at her with his hands in his pockets. His eyes were deep, and his tall and straight body cast a big shadow on the ground.