"Chen, are you stupid? Spend money to Zhongda and Chinese workers for free?"

Chen Zhen could guess that after the news was broadcast, his phone number would be blown up, but he didn't expect that the second one would call Wang Youqing.

It’s quite a pity that I feel like playing the piano and calling a buffalo.

The first one to call was Liang Haoquan, deputy director of the TV station. He was the first to get the moon near the water. Before the relevant news was released, he saw the newsletter.

I immediately contacted Chen to find out the specific situation, and made an appointment to have dinner together in the evening.

"If you have this 20 million, it's better to invest in an intermediary company!"

Wang Youqing also complained loudly on the phone: "I can fill half of the agency in China in half a year, and I guarantee you to earn 200 million yuan - no, I will come back with 400 million yuan!"

"Brother Wang, the institute was not established for money."

Chen said with a smile: "It is mainly to promote the development of the software industry in the province. We scholars always like to worry about the country and the people. I won't say that I still have something to do. I will go to the club together when I have time—"

Qu Baoguodi bent down and stood aside listening to the phone. When he saw Chen Zhang hung up, he couldn't help but give him a thumbs up:

"Brother Wang, Mr. Chen's realm is really high. When I have money in the future, I will learn from him to do charity everywhere."

"Hold!"

Wang Youqing almost got angry and laughed: "He is fake stupid, you are so stupid! You even believe this reason for fooling around?"

"Isn't it?"

Qu Baoguo scratched his head. He could only see the first or second floor when he saw things, but Wang Youqing could see the third or fourth floor.

"Of course Chicken 8 is not!"

Wang Youqing picked up the cigarette on the table, lit it, and then slowly let out a mouthful: "I use 400 million as bait, and this guy doesn't even look down on it. It can be seen that the value of this research institute is far more than 400 million."

Qu Baoguo then realized the true meaning of the two or three short conversations just now.

"That's 400 million."

Qu Baoguo couldn't help but smack his tongue: "What exactly do Mr. Chen want to do?"

"How did I know! I left, let's go to the store for a tour."

Wang Youqing took a few sips, put out the cigarette butts and scolded Qu Baoguo: "Why didn't you get into Tsinghua University back then?

Otherwise, I will also do the Internet, so why bother to run the construction site in the sun!”

Qu Baoguo wiped his forehead and sweated coldly.

If I can get into Tsinghua University, how dare you show off your power in front of me?

I shouted directly: "Xiaoqing, pour some water for your father!"

Municipal Party School on Xianmar Road.

Leaders who can study in the Municipal Party School basically have a certain degree of political sensitivity. They can extract important information from simple news reports.

"Bang!"

Guo Jiamao put today's Guangdong Political News in front of Chen Peisong.

"Old Chen."

Guo Jiamao's tone was incredible: "Tell me the truth, did you know about Chen investing in Internet software by spending 20 million yuan?"

"this-"

Chen Peisong glanced at him and he really knew.

But it was just one night early. Maybe the son was worried that his parents would be scared of heart attack the next day, so he specifically informed him.

In addition to the old Chen and his wife, Yu Xian and Song Shiwei also knew about it.

Chen felt that such a big thing was not what they thought was the news they saw from the report.

"In fact, he doesn't have that much money."

Chen Peisong said: "In addition to the support of the company's partners, he also mortgaged the company to the bank, so he has accumulated so much."

This is Chen Zhu explained the origin of the 20 million to his parents last night.

Of course, it is "eight parts false, two parts true".

To be honest, if Chen Peisong and Empress Dowager Mao knew that their son owed 100 million yuan in bank loans, they would be anxious to drink water even if they were sleeping and eating.

Now, Chen Peisong came out to explain to Guo Jiamao again.

"Old Chen, this doesn't matter!"

Guo Jiamao shook his head: "This incident happened to the "Political Report", saying that 20 million is not only a so-called economic investment, but also a certain political significance, which shows that--"

The former Deputy District Mayor Guo, now Deputy Director Guo, raised his index finger and pointed to the ceiling, "It means that the above is supportive of college students' entrepreneurship; it is appreciated for investing in high-tech industries; it is encouraged for giving back to education and charity. Do you believe it or not, in this year's work report, you may have to be mentioned."

"It's not that exaggerating. Lao Guo, 20 million can't be put on the table in our province."

Chen Peisong waved his hand quickly.

What level of official documents is the provincial work report?

Each word has been pondered countless times, and any name that can be left is a group (individual) that made great contributions in the province last year.

"The significance of starting a business and giving back to society is different. Besides, it's only April now, and it's still eight months until the end of the year."

Guo Peisong patted his roommate on the shoulder: "Maybe your son did something big move!"

"It's hard for a good lady to cook without rice. He has spent 20 million yuan now and will have to pay back the money in the second half of the year. How can he have the energy to do big moves?"

No matter when Old Chen is always humble in speaking, so he will not offend others.

Guo Jiamao smiled. The boy from Chen Peisong's family looked gentle on the surface, but in fact he was a hidden man.

20 million is definitely not his upper limit, and he will have to play a bigger wave in the future.

"It's a pity."

Guo Jiamao sighed: "I have now become a cold yamen like the Communications Administration Bureau. If I put it in the past, I would like to give your boy some help."

Chen Peisong's eyes moved: "Old Guo, you eat more salt than rice he eats. Even if you just mention a few words, it will be enough for him."

There are three middle-aged teachers sitting in the office of Huanong College of Life Sciences.

Two women and one man, who can still stay in colleges and universities at this age, are basically the same as professors (associate professors).

One of the female professors is reviewing emails from students.

She should have been very beautiful when she was young, and even now in middle age, she still maintains an elegant look.

Just occasionally, my head was raised, and the phoenix eyes under my eyebrows were slightly sharp, and there were also faint lines squeezed out from my forehead, which slightly destroyed this elegant and graceful beauty.

This is Sister Sweet's mother Lu Man.

Although there are a lot of information on Professor Lu’s desk, each one is placed very neatly, and even every corner of the homework assigned by the students has been specially smoothed out.

It can be seen that Professor Lu has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Old Sun, read this news."

Another female professor, who probably has nothing to do with her, was looking through the Yangcheng Evening News.

This is ordered by the school and there is one for each office.

When she saw it halfway, she suddenly showed the newspaper to the male professor next door: "Sometimes I really have to admit that using college entrance examination scores to screen students is of some use. The CUHK seems to be a little better than our school."

The male professor "Lao Sun" turned his head and looked at it quickly: "!College students are really rich nowadays, but Lao Xue, this is funded by their family."

"Not necessarily."

The female professor surnamed Xue shook her head: "I have followed this student for a long time. He started his business last semester. Have you never heard of CUHK Learning Network?"

"Is this the founder of Zhongda Learning Network?"

Lao Sun asked strangely.

Lu Man didn't pay much attention to the chat between colleagues, but when he heard "Zhongda Learning Network", his fingers that were typing on the keyboard suddenly paused.

"yes."

Professor Xue was still sighing: "I don't know whether this student's entrepreneurial ability was taught by Ling Academy or whether he had this talent himself."

"Ringyuan?"

Lu Man's heart moved again, so he asked, "Professor Xue, what news is in the newspaper?"

Professor Xue’s attitude towards Lu Man is far less casual than Lao Sun.

She held the newspaper firmly and handed it over with her hands and said, "The founder of Zhongda Learning Network, the first-year student. News reports that he spent 20 million on the research and development of network software, and also jointly established a computer research institute with Zhongda Huagong.

"20 million?"

Lu Man quietly pushed the gold-rimmed glasses.

20 million may be a wealth that ordinary people will never find in their lifetime, but for a family like Lu Man, it is not out of reach.

CITIC Song Zuomin's income is very high, and the welfare of the times is first reflected in the salary of financial workers.

Moreover, if Song Zuomin was willing to go into business, with his reputation and influence, the capital he could leverage could reach hundreds of millions.
To be continued...