Chapter 70 Father and Son

Old Xie is a man with a simple and honest face. Years of a life of luxury have not been able to smooth out the weathered face of his youth. When he smiles, his face is full of wrinkles. He is not tall and slightly fat, looking more like a farmer than an entrepreneur.

In Xie Jingxing's heart, she was more like a spiritual symbol. When he was a child, Yunshan was in its booming development period and he only saw her a few times a year. When he was in junior high school, Yunshan's situation gradually stabilized. Old Xie, who had fought in the business battle for half his life, began to enjoy himself, so he didn't want to see her even if he had time.

In his previous life, when he returned to China at the age of 27 or 28 after studying and working abroad, Old Xie's drinking capacity declined and his temples turned white. Now, he can still drink a lot. He drank two taels of white wine without blushing or panting. He asked, "A little more?"

"No, the doctor won't allow it." Xie Jingxing's face was ruddy as he took the bowl and ate the food in big mouthfuls to suppress the spicy smell of alcohol.

Old Xie leaned back in his chair, sipped his wine, and looked at the scar on his chest that showed through his collar.

"Jingxing, how is the recovery from the surgery? Do you want to go to the Union Hospital for a checkup?"

Jie Qing was considerate and asked the questions that Liu Qiming and Yu Ying wanted to ask but didn't, even though Liu Qiming and Yu Ying had reported it in person.

Xie Jingxing put down his bowl and wiped the corner of his mouth: "It's almost done."

"Your mother pays so much insurance premium for you every year, but it's all in vain. My insurance is half the price of yours and I have a private medical team." Old Xie said.

Xie Jingxing was speechless. Wang Wei had experienced the same brutal situations when he started SF Express and expanded into the national market. Old Xie had also experienced all of them, and even worse.

He had been in a car accident and suffered threats when he was a child, so his mother has always paid for his expensive insurance, which is why he made a will at such a young age.

When talking about the predecessors who were practicing Taoism in New Zealand, Jie Qing tactfully said, "You guys take your time eating," and then took his two children down from the table and left the restaurant.

"I've read the information in your study. I don't understand the specific implementation level, but the direction should be fine." Xie Jingxing changed the subject and said, "But this business is very expensive."

"The group's debt ratio is good, and bank leaders come to the office every few days. Money is not a problem."

Old Xie looked calm and resolute, having made his decision. He paused and continued, "Taihe has already agreed on this. This business has great potential. You should consider choosing one but don't force yourself."

"You are already forcing me by saying that." Xie Jingxing didn't give him any face at all.

Old Xie was a little unhappy: "You have been interested in finance since you were a child, and you like to do some foreign things, drink foreign wine, read philosophy, and play extreme sports. You are very good at petty bourgeois empty talk."

"It's right to follow the policy, but I'm really not suitable for it." Xie Jingxing was helpless.

In his previous life, he returned to Yunshan in his thirties and was humiliated by the old guard within the group. In fact, he himself had to bear most of the responsibility for his "incompetence". Good people don't work in finance, and bad people can't do well in industry, especially in heavy asset industries.

Moreover, finance can naturally maximize the advantages of foresight, so no matter how you look at the accounts, it is not suitable to enter Yunshan now.

Xie asked him to take over the strategic development business related to the Belt and Road Initiative in order to accumulate political resources and prepare step by step for taking over Yunshan in the future. But the problem is that with the unexpected incident of the WhatsApp acquisition, taking over the related business now will have a counterproductive effect and make things worse, making it even more difficult to cut ties with Zhou Fenglan.

Xie Jingxing calmly gave other plans: "I have prepared three development directions for Yunshan: warehousing logistics cold chain transportation system, pre-prepared meals, and fresh food retail. These are all projects that I can lead through Taihe."

“Warehousing and logistics cost a lot of money, pre-prepared meals require a long growth cycle and a lot of effort, and fresh food retail costs money and time. It will take at least three to five years to make a name for yourself,” said Lao Xie, raising his spirits.

Xie Jingxing had already made preparations: "Logistics can be done together with fresh food retail, and pre-prepared meals can be developed slowly and with technical reserves first."

"It's too expensive to launch three projects at the same time. The group is spending money everywhere."

Old Xie is not angry. Now the domestic economy and Yunshan development are about to enter the next cycle. Breeding and farming, as well as the Belt and Road Initiative, all require a lot of money, and he also plans to make bottom-fishing acquisitions next.

Xie Jingxing knew this very well. When he saw the information in the afternoon, he pondered for a long time and thought about how to make money: "If I do logistics and fresh food retail, I can find a way to make money."

"...your method of turning 50 million into 800 million?" Old Xie glanced at him.

Xie Jing Xing wanted to laugh in his heart, but he replied seriously: "In fact, it can be turned into 1 billion."

Old Xie was speechless for a moment. With the WhatsApp acquisition case in front of him, he believed that his son had the ability to use capital operations to initially develop logistics and fresh food retail, but he had to think carefully about whether to do these two businesses.

"Don't mess up Taihe."

He finally made up his mind to give it a try first. After all, his son was definitely a hundred times better than that brat from Old Wang's family.

After finishing the business in a few words, Old Xie couldn't help but ask with resentment: "It's fine if you're on a TV show, but why are you having an affair with a female star? And I heard that the kid from Old Wang's family scolded you online again a few days ago?"

"It's not clear to begin with, so let him be. I'll deal with him later when I have time." Xie Jing Xing said lightly without caring.

Old Xie was choked again and had to emphasize bluntly: "Hurry up and figure out the matter of the female celebrity. I don't even have the face to talk to your Uncle Zhou and Xiao Lan."

"That's the host from Beijing, right? How dare you talk to Uncle Zhou?"

Regarding his own collection, Xie Jingxing pointed his chin at a well-known female host sitting at the edge of the dining table and expressed his attitude in a firm tone.

Regardless of whether Zhou Fenglan cares about his collection of female stars, who would dare to let Zhou Fenglan's father know about such a thing? That would be like asking the old man to hang himself.

To put it bluntly, it's all because of the old-fashioned industrialist Xie's rustic aesthetic. In the circle, it's okay to play host or musical and drama artist, but it's embarrassing to play celebrity, so he has to hide it and dare not take it out.

Xie Jingxing didn't care about these. He only knew that Concubine Pei was a figurine that he personally collected. It was his own business whether he wanted to throw it in the trash or put it away. The many women at the table who were always staring at this side saw the two men glaring at each other, and immediately exchanged glances to signal that they should choose a scapegoat to stand up and carry the explosive pack. The female host with the least experience sitting at the edge of the table had to bite the bullet and pick up the wine glass to move closer, and greeted them with a smile from several meters away.

"My family really likes to watch "The Flash Offer". Mr. Xie, can you take a photo with me so I can show it off when I get home?"

The female host looked very festive in a tight red evening gown, as if she was standing on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala and could say a few auspicious words at any time.

Old Xie was satisfied and gestured to sit down and talk a few more words. It was impossible for a female star to have such a peaceful and magnanimous image. Nowadays, the aesthetic taste of young people is getting worse and worse.

Xie Jingxing was disappointed. This female host who was the same age as Concubine Pei was indeed more elegant. He then sent Concubine Pei to the Spring Festival Gala for training as a host.

"Mr. Xie, I saw in the show that the film and television company you are going to go public and acquire is Pony Galloping, right?"

The female host tried to gain favor and find topics in every possible way. "The Shining Offer" is a weekly program, and last week it happened to broadcast the due diligence assessment for IPOs and mergers and acquisitions.

Xie Jing Xing restrained his expression and said nothing: "What do you have to say?"

"I heard that the boss of Xiaoma Pentium has a good relationship with an old colleague in our station. That old colleague seems to be in poor health recently." The female host stopped there.

Old Xie didn't care about these trivial details and directly pointed out: "There will be a lot of movement in Beijing in the next year. Yutian Group doesn't dare to sell Changbai Energy."

"Juntai has already made money from this project and it has nothing to do with the follow-up of the show."

Xie Jingxing explained, then tilted his head to look at the female host carefully: "You just started working not long ago, right?"

"...Well, I have officially been working in the station for more than three years." The female host didn't understand what he meant.

Old Xie helpfully added: "Their system is different from the entertainment industry, and the host level is higher."

This is barely acceptable, after all, Pony.com is valued at tens of figures. If everyone knew the "rumor", it would have died a long time ago.

"In the end, people in the entertainment industry were all screwed over by you guys in finance." As he spoke, the old-school industrialist began to dislike the new-age capitalists.

Xie Jing Xing sneered: "Finance is like this for any industry. If you don't give me your life, why should I give him money? It's said in the industry that celebrities and film and television companies especially like to sign gambling agreements. It can only be said that the entertainment industry is particularly brainless."

he asked, looking at the female star for support.

The latter smiled but said nothing. Old Xie lost interest in talking and waved her away. He said, "You go back to the village to visit the graves tomorrow. I don't know when you will be back next time."

"Yes." Xie Jingxing nodded in agreement.

"Go visit the uncles, aunts and lonely old people at their homes, and don't let anyone poke holes in our family's spine."

"it is good."

“Did Tencent make a profit or a loss on this acquisition?”

Old Xie finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most. In fact, he didn't really hate finance from the bottom of his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have started Taihe.

Ultimately, it is all because of the Tencent acquisition case that has made a lot of noise recently. People of all ages in the village are scolding Tencent for being so spineless and despicable as to actively give money to the Americans, and they have been labeled a traitor and a traitor.

Of course he knew that the truth was not like that. His son was shot twice in the United States and narrowly escaped death. The murderer has not been found yet, and the Western media treated him as an unforgivable enemy and attacked him crazily. As a result, he was also scolded when he returned to China.

If you haven't played with Americans, you would be giving away money on your knees. As a father, Old Xie cannot express to others how he feels.

Xie Jingxing smiled and said, "Dad, let me teach you a word - Forsan. This is the name I gave to the parent company of WhatsApp. It comes from a passage in the ancient Roman epic "Aeneid". Translated into Chinese, it means "Looking back, the past is all a joke" (Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.)"

"These are exactly what you have been through. If I want to succeed you or surpass you, I must walk the path you have walked."

He leaned back against the back of the chair, put his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling lazily: "Liu Qiming doesn't call me Master Jing anymore. Now he calls me Mr. Xie. They all call me that."

"It's okay. I'm sleepy. Let's go to bed early."

Old Xie stood up and left with his hands behind his back, his steps hurried and brisk.

Xie Jingxing closed his eyes and yawned, then suddenly shook his head and laughed. The third step after his rebirth was to take charge of Taihe. He seemed to have caught up with time...

"Mr. Xie, let my nephew run errands for you tomorrow. He is familiar with every household in the village."

Yu Ying appeared silently, and the young man of about sixteen or seventeen who had just been sitting at the edge of the table while eating stood beside her.

Xie Jingxing sat up: "Prepare more gifts, I haven't been back for many years."

"Ok!"

Yu Ying was in high spirits. Mr. Xie had a bad temper and was difficult to serve, but he would reward those who had made contributions, even if they were just trivial matters. He was definitely a wise ruler.

(End of this chapter)