Chapter 310: Thousands of Gold to Buy Horse Bones

"Sorry, I have something else to do. See you next time."

With neither financial prospects nor a platform, Zeng Shixiong simply made a decision on the spot, and Xie Jingxing reacted indifferently.

As Yu Nian pointed out that the ISSI acquisition project might be a trap to hunt him down, his visit today was more of a test than a recruitment.

The chip industry financial M&A talent in front of him offered a high price and refused to join Xinhai Fund, which further cleared Zhang Wenyi of the suspicion of "organizing hunting".

"Compared to the Internet industry, investment in advanced manufacturing is highly uncertain and cannot be explained in a few words. Any related party can affect the direct investment target."

Zeng Shixiong said in a light tone: "It is a great honor to meet Mr. Xie. You are very different from the image that people imagine."

As they were talking, the two walked out of the mutton soup breakfast shop. The sky was turning pale, and a few beams of bright light penetrated the steam rising from the pot of boiling mutton soup, shining on his fleshless face and drooping eyebrows, making him look even more rigid and cunning.

Xie Jingxing was stunned. In his opinion, all senior financial talents were like this, or in other words, financial practitioners who could not learn to be harsh and rigorous could not become senior.

But he didn't understand where Zeng Shixiong's pent-up indignation at being unappreciated for his talent came from.

"The venture capital industry is very averse to superficial dabbling, but there are very few people who are all-rounders. Most of them are generalists who are good at everything. Therefore, it is very popular for senior industry experts like Mr. Zeng to switch to the venture capital industry. If there is an opportunity, I am very willing to have in-depth exchanges with Mr. Zeng in investment occasions."

Xie Jingxing changed his address. You think I am an outsider and not a mentor who cannot see your talent. I also think it is boring for you to use an English name to pretend to be a foreign guest.

If you really have the ability and ideas, you should go through the formal interview process. You want to meet at six in the morning and ask for a partner position after just a few words. You want me to treat you like a sleeping dragon and invite you home to ask for advice. Why?
"Thank you for your kind words. I will take my leave now."

Zeng Shixiong folded his hands in front of him and twirled the rings on his fingers, using small movements to avoid the business etiquette of shaking hands and saying goodbye.

Xie Jing nodded politely and said goodbye. He stood there and watched him cross the road and walk towards the residential area across the street. He looked around thoughtfully and observed the surrounding environment.

According to common sense, considering Zeng Shixiong's many years of work experience at TSMC and Samsung, he would not live in a residential area where a breakfast shop sets up the soup pot outside the store. The facade outside the main entrance of the community is old and dilapidated, like a residential building for employees of a public institution from the 1980s and 1990s.

Yesterday, Zhang Wenyi first expressed his lukewarm regret that it was difficult to retain talented people, and then said that this financial talent was not doing well recently, and it seemed that he should stay here.

No wonder he asked whether Xinhai Fund had an office in Beijing as soon as we met. Could it be that he wanted the company to help him solve the housing problem?

Xie Jingxing couldn't help but smile as a nonsensical thought popped up in his mind. He walked along the sidewalk and came to the parking lot next to the residential area across the street. Just as he got into the car and before he could close the door, an old man with a red armband appeared like a ghost.

"50."

"What?" Xie Jingxing was a little confused.

The old man was very frugal with his words: "50, parking fee."

"Isn't this a public parking area?" Xie Jingxing was confused.

The old man frowned and said, "You drive such a nice car, why are you so fussy about the parking fee? 50 an hour..."

"Clang."

The car door was suddenly slammed violently, interrupting the urging, the engine roared, and the Bentley Continental rushed out of the parking lot, running straight over the green flower bed roadbed, amid the old man's fearful shouting and cursing.

Not far ahead, a figure in a tweed coat was jogging with an old man on his back. Next to him was a thinly dressed girl who was carrying a bag in one hand and carrying the old man's leg with the other.

"Get in the car." Xie Jingxing stepped on the brakes hard.

Zeng Shixiong's forehead was covered with sweat. He opened his mouth and gasped, his voice trembling: "The hospital is behind the community."

"I'll carry you, you go to the hospital and call for help."

Walking on the side road is faster than driving. Xie Jingxing understood it immediately and took off his bulky coat and jumped out of the car.

The situation did not allow for any politeness or verbosity. Zeng Shixiong put down his father, whose face was purple, pupils were rolled up and he was having difficulty breathing, and grabbed the bag from his daughter's hand and ran to the hospital.

The bag contained my father's medical records. He had undergone three operations within a year and could be admitted to the emergency room at any time.

So he rented a house in the family building next to the hospital and settled down there. He had originally arranged a follow-up physical examination today, so he made an appointment with Xie Jingxing to meet at six in the morning.

The old man wearing a red armband looked at the young man who was carrying the person and running away, then looked at the luxury car with a broken front grille parked in the middle of the road.

He didn't even take out the key, so this time it was okay. As long as he paid the 200 yuan parking fee, he would not be done. Before a passerby called a tow truck, he carefully drove the car back to the parking lot.

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"Thank you."

In the hospital, Zeng Shixiong was leaning against the wall of the emergency room with his hands. His originally exquisite slicked-back hairstyle was stuck to his face, his tweed coat was wrinkled and curled, and the mirror of the Magic City brand watch on his wrist had two cracks on it.

Xie Jingxing also looked embarrassed as he sat in a rest chair, gasping for breath, his arms shaking uncontrollably as if he had Parkinson's disease, his Adam's apple moved, he swallowed saliva to suppress the churning in his stomach, and he couldn't speak.

Carrying a living person on your back and running for a few hundred meters requires more exercise than carrying a load for five kilometers. "Tired to the point of wanting to vomit" has a literal meaning, without any emotional exaggeration.

"My father has an old illness."

Zeng Shixiong tried to find something to talk about to ease his attitude, and Xie Jingxing nodded to indicate that he was listening.

"I was working at Samsung, and my immediate superior director will retire in two years, and I will take over in due time."

Zeng Shixiong smiled bitterly: "It seems that I have only been promoted to a higher level, but my name can be listed in the management team introduction on the official website, so I am a core executive member."

"As a result, my father became ill and needed someone to take care of him. I have been at home for the past two years. Actually, I can't stay idle. I am currently working part-time as a financial consultant for several companies."

So it sounds like he is really a talented person who is not appreciated. If he can successfully take this step at Samsung, it would be reasonable for him to switch jobs and ask for a fund partner position with reasonable salary.

Xie Jingxing was puzzled: "So you are looking for a job now, your father's side?"

"A few years ago, when my father first fell ill, I just got divorced and my daughter was preparing for high school entrance exams. So many things happened at the same time. Now my father has a nanny to take care of him, and my daughter is preparing for college entrance exams this year. My stress has been relieved a lot and I can get back to work."

Zeng Shixiong took a breath and found a place to sit down, rubbing the watch mirror with his palm.

Xie Jingxing scratched his hair, not knowing what to say about his messy life.

"Dad, I have to go to class." The little girl who had been standing at the door of the emergency room came over and whispered a reminder.

Zeng Shixiong put away his watch and said, "Yueyue, Dad will call the teacher to apologize later. Go home first, change your clothes and put on some makeup, and remember to bring the gifts. The two boxes of deer antlers and cordyceps are in the car, and the jade necklace is under the coffee table."

"Didn't you say you had prepared red envelopes?" the little girl asked, blinking.

"You don't know how to give red envelopes. I'll give them to you next time."

Zeng Shixiong glanced at Xie Jingxing with an unnatural expression: "If the teacher asks about our family situation again, do you know how to answer?"

"I know, it's a little ambiguous."

I could hear the calm conversation between the father and daughter, and the lights in the emergency room were on. Everything was numb and I had become accustomed to it.

Xie Jingxing took out his phone and checked today's schedule: "I'm free in the morning. If you don't mind, I can take your daughter to school."

"...Okay, thank you." Zeng Shixiong was silent for a moment and made a decision.

Fifty years old, divorced and single, with a seriously ill father and a young daughter. He has worked in foreign companies throughout his career and has a resume as a senior financial expert.

With these factors, we can roughly draw a portrait of a person who is unhappy with life, has low emotional intelligence and is narrow-minded, and is under a lot of pressure and cannot accept the decline in the quality of life.

In short, the more he cares about his external image, the more ridiculous his internal image is. He prefers being decent to being practical.

For Zeng Shiqiang, the position of partner is like his meticulous hairstyle and modern nostalgic Modu brand watch, which is just a layer of bright and beautiful skin to cover up the miserable skin. Xie Jingxing changed his judgment because of this. As long as you give this person what he wants, it is very cost-effective. Moreover, buying a horse bone is just like this. He likes the operation of eating two fishes with one fish.

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"When will your art students take the exam?"

After all, he couldn't escape the parking fee from the old man with the red armband. When Xie Jingxing drove Zeng Shixiong's daughter to the training class, he found out that the child was going to the home of a teacher at the Central Conservatory of Music for training.

"At the beginning of next month, the teacher will be my interview examiner." Zeng Jiayue held the gift box listlessly.

Xie Jing Xing was speechless. He took advantage of the traffic light to turn his head and look at her. The girl had a delicate face, not very pretty. She wore light makeup and had a fluffy high ponytail.

The physical appearance is understandable for studying music, but the emotional intelligence is really hereditary. It can only be said that Zeng Shixiong's daughter, who was born in his old age, is spoiled and inexperienced, which is understandable.

"Don't talk about this when you get to the teacher's house later. Just treat it as a normal training class." Xie Jingxing warned bluntly.

Zeng Jiayue pursed her lips and responded sullenly, secretly wondering in her heart what normal training class teacher would accept gifts while complaining that the gifts were not good enough, and would be unhappy and just throw the person and the gift out of the door.

Xie Jingxing's usual "900 million girls' dream" persona failed in front of the girl whose grandfather was in the emergency room. The two of them arrived at the villa community near Xishan in silence.

After entering the community and walking to the door of a mid-range villa, Zeng Jiayue's little face showed a sweet smile with dimples faintly visible. She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

"Happy New Year, Teacher Dong. This is a small gift from my father!"

When the door opened, she hurriedly stuffed the gift box into the nanny's hands and bent down to get the shoe covers, but she didn't dare to lower her head and spoke awkwardly with her face raised.

Xie Jingxing followed her gaze and saw a middle-aged woman wearing a floral dress, with a good figure and delicate makeup standing at the entrance. She leaned back slightly with her chin raised, holding a coffee cup in her hand and curling her fingers.

"Okay, leave it there. Is your dad busy again?"

Teacher Dong only glanced at the gift and said, "Your makeup taste is pretty good today, but you came early again. Remember to be polite. If you come early again next time, you will have to wait outside."

"Your dad said he has arranged for a colleague to bring you here. Don't do that again. No matter how busy your dad is at work, he can't let others do everything for him. Parents these days are really getting worse and worse."

Teacher Dong said this and turned back to the hall. Zeng Jiayue put on her shoe covers and stood awkwardly at the door like a quail.

Xie Jingxing had never suffered such a smooth combo of ignoring in his past and present lives. For a moment, his eyes widened and his mouth opened into an O shape, staring blankly with a confused look.

"Let your father's colleague go back." The nanny whispered with good intentions.

Teacher Dong is a music teacher, with sharp hearing, and turned around: "What are you standing there for? If you don't want to come in, just stand outside."

"Um, hello, Teacher Dong, I'm a colleague of Zeng Jiayue's father. I'm sorry for coming to visit you without permission today!" Xie Jingxing opened his voice and the hall echoed.

Teacher Dong frowned and held his chest: "You scared me, why did you yell so loudly!"

"My last name is Xie. I'm a colleague of Zeng Jiayue's father. Yes, a colleague at work."

Xie Jingxing couldn't help but blush. He really couldn't say more bluntly, "I am Xie Jingxing!"
The person standing in front of you now is the founder of Grapefruit Capital, chairman of Taihe Capital, heir to Yunshan Group, CEO of Meizu Group, and China's Economic Person of the Year 2014.

If this series of titles were revealed, it would be too explosive if Teacher Dong said, "I'm sorry, my house can't accommodate so many people."

"What's your last name? Tell me... Are you Xie Jingxing, Concubine Pei's ex-boyfriend?!"

"..."

"Oh, it's Mr. Xie. Come in and sit down. Sister Wang is pouring tea. You don't need to take slippers. Mr. Xie, just step in. We need to do some cleaning."

Teacher Dong put down her coffee cup with a smile, walked over to Zeng Jiayue, took her arm and led her into the hall. Their intimacy was natural and spontaneous, as if they were the best teacher and student pair in the world.

Xie Jingxing felt very tired for a moment. He thought he was knowledgeable, but he was still shocked by this bizarre way of thinking.

"This child has a good spiritual potential, but maybe you are too busy with work. After all, children lack self-control and need more attention from adults."

Teacher Dong spoke earnestly, but Zeng Jiayue hung her head, looking confused and unaware of the situation.

Xie Jingxing responded patiently: "We are cooperating with Luzhou on an industrial fund worth hundreds of billions. Her father is in charge of financial investment, which is very important. So please understand more about the child's studies."

"I heard that her father used to work in a company. It seems that it is different from a venture capital institution?" Teacher Dong asked curiously.

"His father previously worked at Samsung Group and was a senior expert in financial mergers and acquisitions solutions in the chip industry."

Xie Jingxing did his best to flatter her: "It is not easy to switch to our organization, and I also want to make a contribution to the development of the domestic chip industry. Including Luzhou, leaders from all walks of life have recognized her father very much. A few days ago, the leaders specifically told me to do a good job of retaining talents. I must arrange for the elderly and their children and family members if I can, and I must find a way to arrange for those who cannot."

Teacher Dong doesn't understand chips, but she knows the meaning of a trillion-dollar fund and leadership. With a face full of admiration, she held Zeng Jiayue's hand and said that this child would be her beloved disciple from now on!
He called several other art exam examiners in the school on the spot and invited them to come in advance to review their beloved students. Xie Jingxing deserved to be mentioned, and he sincerely thanked the person on the other end of the phone.

Zeng Jiayue sat there for two and a half hours during a two and a half hour training course. The whole process was Teacher Dong's personal performance stage, and Xie Jingxing was the judge and examiner.

"You know, a second-generation rich student whose family is from Shandong and exports garlic overseas and has a fortune of more than one billion yuan came to Teacher Dong's home for class and only wore slippers."

At noon, Teacher Dong invited her to stay for lunch. On the way home, Zeng Jiayue said softly.

Xie Jingxing carefully explained: "Sometimes, money is different from money."

"Just like another student whose parents both work at the head office. Her family is not as rich as mine, but she always gives a small gift of a few thousand yuan, and she can still wear slippers."

Zeng Jiayue paused and added, "But at most she would wear slippers. I have never seen anyone step directly on her floor. She often said that her floor was a work of art imported from Italy."

"It's her courtesy and upbringing to let me put on my shoes; it's also my courtesy and upbringing that I didn't take off my shoes." Xie Jingxing seemed to comfort the shocked little girl.

"don't know."

"She wanted to flatter me, and I could choose not to accept it. But I accepted it, and she was very happy."

"You mean, not everyone is qualified to flatter you, right?"

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[A very young and handsome student parent. Guess who this parent is (smirking expression)?]

Teacher Dong posted the two carefully edited photos to his Moments and Weibo, and carefully organized the text to reply to each comment.

[This student's father was a big shot in the chip industry, but was poached by Mr. Xie and moved to the venture capital industry.]

[Mr. Xie personally drives her to and from school. This child is indeed a little princess. It must be because of her father’s ability (thumbs-up emoji).]

[Mr. Xie is very down-to-earth. I didn’t recognize him when we first met. He looks like my student’s older brother. He dotes on my student and even peels shrimps for meals.]

[I am not in a position to reveal the identity of my student’s father. You know, I am focusing on protecting talented people.]

[Not a technical expert, but a financial expert, currently in charge of a super large project that has an impact on the industry landscape.]

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In the hospital, Zeng Shixiong stared at the screen of his mobile phone in a daze. There was a long string of comments under Teacher Dong’s circle of friends, with praises and speculations about him blooming like flowers.

[Mr. Xie, who should I contact when I go to your company for an interview? ]

[Tang Man, join us as soon as possible, there will be a project next. ]

【receive! 】

(End of this chapter)