【Anti-theft chapter】

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The north bank of Houhai is located in the Sihe Courtyard near Guanghua Temple.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Not long after Chen Qing and Lin Zhao arrived early, a middle-aged man in his forties with a buzz cut and a face full of stubble arrived on time.

"Mr. Wang, I'm very happy that we're meeting again," Chen Qing took the initiative to greet him. The two shook hands and introduced him to him: "This is Lin Zhao, Xiao Lin, this is Mr. Wang of Vanke, Vanke must have heard of it."

Lin Zhao shook hands with the middle-aged man who was like an old farmer in front of him, who was actually one of the first generation of successful entrepreneurs in China. He did not dare to underestimate him at all, because she studied accounting at Central South University and would inevitably be exposed to a lot of information in the business field. In China's business circle, the person in front of him could not avoid it.

Just to say the same thing, Vanke, headed by Mr. Wang, has a code in the Shenzhen stock market of 000002.

This is qualifications.

Mr. Wang raised his head slightly and shook hands with the girl in front of him. Even if he was used to the storm, he still couldn't help but feel some oppression. This girl is so tall, really... big. Perhaps only the person behind this club can absorb it. Thinking of this, Mr. Wang's tone became gentler: "A very special name, Miss Lin, if I guess correctly, Lin should be Lin Xiangru's Lin, which one is his name?"

After all, Lin Zhao, who had just walked out of the ivory tower, just felt that Mr. Wang was very kind. When he saw the other party ask, he replied politely: "The Zhao who is in the sky in the sun and the moon."

"Oh, Wu Zetian, this name..." Mr. Wang said this, paused slightly without any trace, and changed his words: "Really personal."

I didn't use the word "big" because I was worried that the girl in front of me would be misunderstood.

But it's really big.

Lin Zhao wore a loose light blue shirt inside and an equally loose black women's suit outside. His original intention was to cover up his capital, but he was not careful to see outsiders that the one that was like two watermelons hidden was about to come out. The more he covered it, the more seductive it became.

Chen Qing smiled beside her and listened to the two of them greeting each other and made a request.

The three of them walked through the corridor and came to a tea room with a simple and elegant style in the inner courtyard of the Sijin Mansion. Next to the low table beside the window, Chen Qing and Mr. Wang took off their shoes and sat cross-legged. A female servant in ancient costume in Hanfu respectfully delivered several plates of tea fruit and snacks.

Chen Qing looked at Mr. Wang opposite him with a smile and said, "Autumn is a good time to drink tea and maintain health. Oolong and Pu'er are the best. Mr. Wang, there are 20 years of Pu'er from Hong Kong Dexinxing. Do you want to try it?"

Seeing that Lin Zhao did not follow him and sat down, Mr. Wang was somewhat disappointed that he could not please the eyes. Hearing this, he took back his thoughts and nodded, "Okay."

Chen Qing gave a few instructions.

Another female servant in the same ancient costume quickly stepped forward and knelt down next to her with a tea set. At the same time, a female servant appeared in the inner room of the tea room through the curtain and sat next to a guqin. After a few pleasant tingling sounds, a series of gentle tunes began to be produced.

The maid was leisurely cooking tea and piano with her ears, and neither of them was in a hurry to talk about the serious matters. Chen Qing first took out a membership card and handed it over with her hands, saying, "Mr. Wang, this was what the boss told me personally. The boss appreciates your business philosophy very much. Therefore, no matter how this cooperation can be achieved, I hope you can be in charge."

When Mr. Wang heard this, he also took it with some instinct and respectfully with both hands. He responded, but couldn't help asking: "Miss Chen doesn't have to be so polite in his name. In addition, Mr. Westeros also knows me?"

"Yes," Chen Qing nodded, and then said: "The boss said that Mr. Wang's speech at a real estate seminar in 1992, the concept of not doing annual returns of more than 25% Vanke is very consistent with the concept of another investor he admires. Warren Buffett, Mr. Wang should know, right?"

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The north bank of Houhai is located in the Sihe Courtyard near Guanghua Temple.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Not long after Chen Qing and Lin Zhao arrived early, a middle-aged man in his forties with a buzz cut and a face full of stubble arrived on time.

"Mr. Wang, I'm very happy that we're meeting again," Chen Qing took the initiative to greet him. The two shook hands and introduced him to him: "This is Lin Zhao, Xiao Lin, this is Mr. Wang of Vanke, Vanke must have heard of it."

Lin Zhao shook hands with the middle-aged man who was like an old farmer in front of him, who was actually one of the first generation of successful entrepreneurs in China. He did not dare to underestimate him at all, because she studied accounting at Central South University and would inevitably be exposed to a lot of information in the business field. In China's business circle, the person in front of him could not avoid it.

Just to say the same thing, Vanke, headed by Mr. Wang, has a code in the Shenzhen stock market of 000002.

This is qualifications.

Mr. Wang raised his head slightly and shook hands with the girl in front of him. Even if he was used to the storm, he still couldn't help but feel some oppression. This girl is so tall, really... big. Perhaps only the person behind this club can absorb it. Thinking of this, Mr. Wang's tone became gentler: "A very special name, Miss Lin, if I guess correctly, Lin should be Lin Xiangru's Lin, which one is his name?"

After all, Lin Zhao, who had just walked out of the ivory tower, just felt that Mr. Wang was very kind. When he saw the other party ask, he replied politely: "The Zhao who is in the sky in the sun and the moon."

"Oh, Wu Zetian, this name..." Mr. Wang said this, paused slightly without any trace, and changed his words: "Really personal."

I didn't use the word "big" because I was worried that the girl in front of me would be misunderstood.

But it's really big.

Lin Zhao wore a loose light blue shirt inside and an equally loose black women's suit outside. His original intention was to cover up his capital, but he was not careful to see that the one that was like two small watermelons hidden was about to come out and could not be concealed at all.

Chen Qing smiled beside her and listened to the two of them greeting each other and made a request.

The three of them walked through the corridor and came to a tea room with a simple and elegant style in the inner courtyard of the Sijin Mansion. Next to the low table beside the window, Chen Qing and Mr. Wang took off their shoes and sat cross-legged. A female servant in ancient costume in Hanfu respectfully delivered several plates of tea fruit and snacks.

Chen Qing looked at Mr. Wang opposite him with a smile and said, "Autumn is a good time to drink tea and maintain health. Oolong and Pu'er are the best. Mr. Wang, there are 20 years of Pu'er from Hong Kong Dexinxing. Do you want to try it?"

Seeing that Lin Zhao did not follow him and sat down, Mr. Wang was somewhat disappointed that he could not please the eyes. Hearing this, he took back his thoughts and nodded, "Okay."

Chen Qing gave a few instructions.

Another female servant in the same ancient costume quickly stepped forward and knelt down next to her with a tea set. At the same time, a female servant appeared in the inner room of the tea room through the curtain and sat next to a guqin. After a few pleasant tingling sounds, a series of gentle tunes began to be produced.

The maid was leisurely cooking tea and piano with her ears, and neither of them was in a hurry to talk about the serious matters. Chen Qing first took out a membership card and handed it over with her hands, saying, "Mr. Wang, this was what the boss told me personally. The boss appreciates your business philosophy very much. Therefore, no matter how this cooperation can be achieved, I hope you can be in charge."

When Mr. Wang heard this, he also took it with some instinct and respectfully with both hands. He responded, but couldn't help asking: "Miss Chen doesn't have to be so polite in his name. In addition, Mr. Westeros also knows me?"

"Yes," Chen Qing nodded, and then said: "The boss said that Mr. Wang's speech at a real estate seminar in 1992, the concept of not doing annual returns of more than 25% Vanke is very consistent with the concept of another investor he admires. Warren Buffett, Mr. Wang should know, right?"

The north bank of Houhai is located in the Sihe Courtyard near Guanghua Temple.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Not long after Chen Qing and Lin Zhao arrived early, a middle-aged man in his forties with a buzz cut and a face full of stubble arrived on time.

"Mr. Wang, I'm very happy that we're meeting again," Chen Qing took the initiative to greet him. The two shook hands and introduced him to him: "This is Lin Zhao, Xiao Lin, this is Mr. Wang of Vanke, Vanke must have heard of it."

Lin Zhao shook hands with the middle-aged man who was like an old farmer in front of him, who was actually one of the first generation of successful entrepreneurs in China. He did not dare to underestimate him at all, because she studied accounting at Central South University and would inevitably be exposed to a lot of information in the business field. In China's business circle, the person in front of him could not avoid it.

Just to say the same thing, Vanke, headed by Mr. Wang, has a code in the Shenzhen stock market of 000002.

This is qualifications.

Mr. Wang raised his head slightly and shook hands with the girl in front of him. Even if he was used to the storm, he still couldn't help but feel some oppression. This girl is so tall, really... big. Perhaps only the person behind this club can absorb it. Thinking of this, Mr. Wang's tone became gentler: "A very special name, Miss Lin, if I guess correctly, Lin should be Lin Xiangru's Lin, which one is his name?"

After all, Lin Zhao, who had just walked out of the ivory tower, just felt that Mr. Wang was very kind. When he saw the other party ask, he replied politely: "The Zhao who is in the sky in the sun and the moon."

"Oh, Wu Zetian, this name..." Mr. Wang said this, paused slightly without any trace, and changed his words: "Really personal."

I didn't use the word "big" because I was worried that the girl in front of me would be misunderstood.

But it's really big.

Lin Zhao wore a loose light blue shirt inside and an equally loose black women's suit outside. His original intention was to cover up his capital, but he was not careful to see that the one that was like two small watermelons hidden was about to come out and could not be concealed at all.

Chen Qing smiled beside her and listened to the two of them greeting each other and made a request.

The three of them walked through the corridor and came to a tea room with a simple and elegant style in the inner courtyard of the Sijin Mansion. Next to the low table beside the window, Chen Qing and Mr. Wang took off their shoes and sat cross-legged. A female servant in ancient costume in Hanfu respectfully delivered several plates of tea fruit and snacks.

Chen Qing looked at Mr. Wang opposite him with a smile and said, "Autumn is a good time to drink tea and maintain health. Oolong and Pu'er are the best. Mr. Wang, there are 20 years of Pu'er from Hong Kong Dexinxing. Do you want to try it?"

Seeing that Lin Zhao did not follow him and sat down, Mr. Wang was somewhat disappointed that he could not please the eyes. Hearing this, he took back his thoughts and nodded, "Okay."

Chen Qing gave a few instructions.

Another female servant in the same ancient costume quickly stepped forward and knelt down next to her with a tea set. At the same time, a female servant appeared in the inner room of the tea room through the curtain and sat next to a guqin. After a few pleasant tingling sounds, a series of gentle tunes began to be produced.

The maid was leisurely cooking tea and piano with her ears, and neither of them was in a hurry to talk about the serious matters. Chen Qing first took out a membership card and handed it over with her hands, saying, "Mr. Wang, this was what the boss told me personally. The boss appreciates your business philosophy very much. Therefore, no matter how this cooperation can be achieved, I hope you can be in charge."

When Mr. Wang heard this, he also took it with some instinct and respectfully with both hands. He responded, but couldn't help asking: "Miss Chen doesn't have to be so polite in his name. In addition, Mr. Westeros also knows me?"

"Yes," Chen Qing nodded, and then said: "The boss said that Mr. Wang's speech at a real estate seminar in 1992, the concept of not doing annual returns of more than 25% Vanke is very consistent with the concept of another investor he admires. Warren Buffett, Mr. Wang should know, right?"

The north bank of Houhai is located in the Sihe Courtyard near Guanghua Temple.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Not long after Chen Qing and Lin Zhao arrived early, a middle-aged man in his forties with a buzz cut and a face full of stubble arrived on time.

"Mr. Wang, I'm very happy that we're meeting again," Chen Qing took the initiative to greet him. The two shook hands and introduced him to him: "This is Lin Zhao, Xiao Lin, this is Mr. Wang of Vanke, Vanke must have heard of it."

Lin Zhao shook hands with the middle-aged man who was like an old farmer in front of him, who was actually one of the first generation of successful entrepreneurs in China. He did not dare to underestimate him at all, because she studied accounting at Central South University and would inevitably be exposed to a lot of information in the business field. In China's business circle, the person in front of him could not avoid it.

Just to say the same thing, Vanke, headed by Mr. Wang, has a code in the Shenzhen stock market of 000002.

This is qualifications.

Mr. Wang raised his head slightly and shook hands with the girl in front of him. Even if he was used to the storm, he still couldn't help but feel some oppression. This girl is so tall, really... big. Perhaps only the person behind this club can absorb it. Thinking of this, Mr. Wang's tone became gentler: "A very special name, Miss Lin, if I guess correctly, Lin should be Lin Xiangru's Lin, which one is his name?"

After all, Lin Zhao, who had just walked out of the ivory tower, just felt that Mr. Wang was very kind. When he saw the other party ask, he replied politely: "The Zhao who is in the sky in the sun and the moon."

"Oh, Wu Zetian, this name..." Mr. Wang said this, paused slightly without any trace, and changed his words: "Really personal."

I didn't use the word "big" because I was worried that the girl in front of me would be misunderstood.

But it's really big.

Lin Zhao wore a loose light blue shirt inside and an equally loose black women's suit outside. His original intention was to cover up his capital, but he was not careful to see outsiders that the feeling of two small watermelons was about to come out, and it could not be concealed at all.

Chen Qing smiled beside her and listened to the two of them greeting each other and made a request.

The three of them walked through the corridor and came to a tea room with a simple and elegant style in the inner courtyard of the Sijin Mansion. Next to the low table beside the window, Chen Qing and Mr. Wang took off their shoes and sat cross-legged. A female servant in ancient costume in Hanfu respectfully delivered several plates of tea fruit and snacks.
Chapter completed!