Chapter 305 Playboy
"So you and him only talked for less than an hour?"

In a clothing store in the mall, the changing room opened with a swish, and Yu Nian walked out with a breeze.

Xie Jing Xing was wearing a long black coat and a baseball cap, leaning lazily against the wall: "It's New Year's Day, don't disturb the old senior for too long."

"No plan to meet next time?" Yu Niancai didn't believe his lies.

Xie Jing Xing smacked his lips. The fact was that he had respectfully sent the old senior to the gate of the community, but he hadn't even invited him to his home to sit and get to know the family. How could he have made an appointment to meet next time? This woman was so sharp-tongued and vindictive.

However, the lack of details in the first meeting will not affect the overall situation. Lao Xie has already given an incision. If you can't stick to this line, why are you still working in the venture capital industry?

He arranged for Song Anli to inquire about the senior's public schedule for the next month. Even if they didn't have an appointment, they could meet by chance and gradually become familiar with each other.

"In fact, with your current reputation, you don't need an introduction. The entire Beijing chip industry knows what you do."

Yu Nian felt bored when she didn't get a response, so she started talking about the progress on her side.

Xie Jing Xing raised his eyebrows in cooperation: "What you did? It doesn't sound like a good reputation."

"Of course it's not good. You made irresponsible remarks in important public occasions right after the establishment of the 100 billion semiconductor fund, and then quickly established a 100 billion semiconductor fund with the local governments."

Yu Nian posed in front of the dressing mirror: "The big fund is managed by Huaxin, and the first project in the field of chip design invested in Huaxin is more than 10 billion. In the field of packaging and testing, Jianggao Guandian, and in the field of equipment, Shanghai Zhongwei."

"Just three days ago, SMIC received the first investment from a large fund in the manufacturing field."

She took the clothes handed to her by the salesgirl and walked into the dressing room: "Now do you know why Gusu and Modu are not enthusiastic about you? Mr. Zhang is willing to talk to you. Your moral cultivation is worthy of admiration."

The door of the dressing room closed. Xie Jing Xing crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders. He gave a look and the salesgirl smiled sweetly and left.

From the perspective of the first batch of chip companies that received investment, it was equivalent to being mocked by him for not deserved the investment, and it was unclear where the money would be used.

This is really fucked up, destroying someone's wealth and killing their parents.

Putting himself in his shoes, Xie Jingxing felt that his actions were full of malice, especially since Huaxin, who was responsible for the custody and operation of the fund, probably wanted to kill him.

But the key point is, do these so-called domestic chip leaders invested by the big fund really deserve the investment?
——Huaxin, it’s really interesting.

"Besides, the chip industry is not as open as the Internet industry. To put it nicely, the people who actually do the work are pragmatic and have an engineering temperament. To put it bluntly, they are dull, conservative, traditional, and generally older. They feel that young business leaders like you who are like stars are a bit... unreliable? You are a playboy and a flirt. Even if you are sincere, you are not the same kind of people."

Yu Nian pushed the door open again and said, "As for those PPT players who don't do practical work, they may tolerate your temperament on the surface, but in fact, they treat you as a fat sheep."

"Aesthetic intolerance is a kind of intellectual defect." Xie Jingxing made a serious assessment.

Yu Nian smiled brightly: "You should say this to them in person."

"I mean your clothes are a bit tacky."

Bang! The locker room door closed again, this time by slamming it.

Xie Jing Xing thoughtfully picked up an entertainment magazine with a female celebrity on the cover. It seemed that the senior's ridicule of him playing with a female celebrity was not just a stress test, but it turned out that he would really take it seriously.

This makes sense. As Yu Nian said, most of the people who really do practical work in the chip industry come from a technical background. If these people didn't have any personal values ​​and preferences and insisted on taking a candy bean from anyone who handed it to them, then why would they bother working hard in the barren soil of the domestic chip industry?

Those petty liars who treat him as a fat sheep are easier to deal with. At most, it will just be a waste of energy. Just catch a typical one, hang him up and beat him to death.

"It's a bit difficult."

Xie Jingxing pouted, and several salesgirls lined up.

"It seems that Zhu Yiming is willing to meet you not because he wants to accept investment cooperation. He took the initiative to mix in the financial circle in Beijing during the New Year. I don't know what he wants to do, so don't have too high expectations tomorrow..."

The door of the dressing room opened, and Yu Nian stopped talking abruptly. She looked at the various limited edition bags hanging in two movable display cabinets in front of her, her red lips slightly parted in a daze.

"you?"

"A gift for you."

"Indeed, narrow-mindedness in aesthetics is a kind of intellectual defect. No wonder Yu Tong married you. It turns out she fell for your cheap tricks of picking up girls." Yu Nian looked down on her.

Xie Jingxing lowered his head to glance at his phone, then raised it to signal, “I didn’t buy all of them, pick one, today is Kuwait’s National Day.”

"Can you be more ridiculous?" Yu Nian laughed out loud, becoming more and more sarcastic.

"Wait a minute, let me take a look."

Xie Jingxing used Baidu to search: "Nuwa's creation day, Han Jiaren's birthday... and many other things, why not just pick a festival to celebrate?"

Yu Nian understood that this was a reward for trying to please her and helping her get in touch with the chip circle in Beijing. She deserved it.

Then he walked forward with a satisfied look on his face, raised his round chin, and casually took out a bag with three contrasting colors that looked like the sunrise rising in the sky.

The bag felt heavy in her hand, as if it contained something. She opened the bag puzzledly and checked it. Inside, she saw a bunch of light pink roses lying quietly, and a jewelry box containing a sparkling sapphire necklace.

Yu Nian blinked blankly at Xie Jingxing, only to receive his carefree smile as if his evil plan had succeeded. She turned to check the other bags, carefully searching through each one, but all were empty.

"How did you know I would take this bag?!" Her voice trembled and her eyes burned as she tried to find the answer.

Xie Jingxing pointed at the rose in her hand: "I planted these flowers."

"Playboy." Yu Nian uttered these two words, with a faint mist in his eyes.

"It is beautiful."

Xie Jingxing stood behind her, put the sapphire necklace on the fair-skinned Xiuxin's neck, looked at the floor-length mirror in front of him with admiration and nodded.

Perhaps it was a difference in thinking patterns. The women he knew would subconsciously rely on rules, such as Hermès's queuing system for goods, and the system for upgrading consumer praise points... The bag Yu Nian took was the first priority in her waiting line, and she had to pay an extra 200 million yuan, which was really not a small amount of money...

Maybe we should talk to 315 and start a bundling lawsuit war around the world. Isn't that what Playboy does? Xie Jingxing secretly pondered the feasibility of fighting against Mr. Wolf King in Europe. "Hello, it's me."

The phone rang at an inopportune time. Yu Nian hurriedly dodged from the mirror and hung up the phone after a moment: "... Zhu Yiming had something urgent to do and declined the meeting tomorrow."

"It's really a bit difficult." Xie Jingxing withdrew his thoughts and grinned.

Yu Nian's face flushed lightly and she couldn't help but raise her hand to touch the necklace: "Otherwise, I'll treat you to dinner."

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In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, and it gets dark by dinner time.

Zhang Wenyi sat at the head of the table as usual, waiting for his children and grandchildren to take their seats one by one. Then he showed some anger on his face: "Would you like to have a drink with grandpa?"

He was teasing his little grandson when his cell phone rang and the nanny quickly came over.

"Old Zhou, Xiao Xie has come to wish you a happy new year, right? How is your child?" the person on the other end of the phone asked bluntly.

Zhang Wenyi looked at his grandson, then at his son, his chest visibly rising and falling: "He's a good kid, but he's not mature enough."

"Haha, the kid is indeed a little young. Sorry to cause trouble to you, old brother."

"You're just talking nonsense, old man. How many years have we not seen each other since the last time the department organized a gathering for retired colleagues?"

"It's been a few years. Mainly because you are busy with important things, and I, a retired colleague, am embarrassed to disturb you. So, come to my house for dinner in a couple of days, and we can have a good drink together."

Zhang Wenyi looked at his son and said into the phone, "No problem. My son just bought me a bottle of good wine. I'll bring it over when the time comes!"

The son and daughter-in-law's eyes sparkled. They looked at each other and winked. After hanging up the phone, the daughter-in-law cleared her throat and said, "Dad, this is from our unit..."

Zhang Wenyi frowned and had an expressionless face. He interrupted Zhang Kaiwu with his hand, then turned around and left.

"Hey, Dad, why don't you eat?"

"I'm going to sell my face!"

Zhang Wenyi left his last words, walked into the study and closed the door. He took a long breath to calm himself down, took out a phone book, and dialed the numbers one by one according to the contact list.

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Late at night, a long line of vans drove through the street and were stopped at the gate of an upscale residential area near Wangfujing.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?"

A convoy of vans taking to the streets in the middle of the night must be looking for trouble, so the security guard looked alert and shouted at them.

Two people jumped out of the first van. When I got closer, I saw that it was our property manager. Needless to say, his movements were standard and powerful, he tapped his heels and raised his hands to salute. The security team of a community with an average house price of over 100,000 yuan is so well-trained.

"Lao Sun, let them go. They are organizing an event and it has been approved." Manager Sha breathed a sigh of relief.

The van leader smoked a cigarette and said, "Thank you for your hard work, brothers. Manager Wu will take us to dinner tomorrow morning."

"Alright, alright, hurry up and get busy."

The manager urged, and as he spoke, the van team drove into the community and disappeared. The security captain Lao Sun was shocked. This is a community next to Wangfujing. Which unit can approve an event in the middle of the night? Is it an event or do they want to die? !

"Who knows? A rich and powerful young man has nothing better to do than to plant flowers in the middle of the night."

"What the hell?!"

"The flowers flown in from abroad are being unloaded at the airport one truck at a time. They will be spread all over the city tonight. It's said to be a flash mob event."

The manager took out a transparent red paper box with a plastic seal from his pocket. Inside was a bunch of beautiful roses. "You know what, it's pretty nice."

“Free, open and use immediately, give it to the people around you. Mobike.”

Old Sun used his flashlight to read a line of small words on the edge of the paper box: "M~o~b... How do you pronounce this? Young Master, you want to have an English name?"

"do not know."

"I wonder how you know it's the young master?" Old Sun was stunned.

The manager curled his lips and said, "Who on earth could do such a thing! He must be a young prodigal son!"

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The night was long, and when the sky brightened again, Yu Nian packed up, took the thermos cup and went downstairs.

When passing by the entrance of the corridor, I suddenly stopped. A rose covered with frost came into my sight tenaciously and tenaciously, and then occupied my entire sight.

On the benches, under the trees, on the roadside, wherever you look, there is a rose blooming.

It took Yu Nian twenty minutes to walk the three hundred meters from his home to the gate of the community. Finally, the rose disappeared from his sight and was replaced by a sly smiling face that looked like it had succeeded in its evil plan.

"Hurry up and get in the car. I'm freezing to death."

Xie Jingxing rubbed his hands: "The plan has changed. I won't go to Silicon Semiconductor today. Zhang Wenyi invited me to dinner. There are many people from the Beijing chip circle. You accompany me."

He shouted with full of confidence and in a natural way. Yu Nian wanted to maintain the attitude he had yesterday and say a few tough words to him, but the words went around in a circle and went back into his stomach.

This bastard's evil plan was indeed successful. It was not a playboy's love affair. He wanted others to work for him, make money, and risk their lives for him.

(End of this chapter)