Taiwan has a tropical monsoon climate, with long summers and short winters. May to September are summers. When it is controlled by tropical marine air masses in August and September, the average daily temperature is as high as 27 or 8 degrees, which is hot and stuffy, even the morning at around 6 o'clock is no exception.

Chen Chong stood in the yard with sweat all over his body, bent his knees slightly, wrapped his hands around his chest, opened his hands, closed his hands, and then raised his legs to slant, making a "single whip" movement in Tai Chi. The movement and stillness were smooth and natural, and it was quite free and smooth, and it was much better than when he first learned it two months ago.

"Oh, that's great." After he finished his closing, Zhang Aijia stood in front of the fan under the eaves with a glass bottle filled with yogurt, and laughed and joked: "It's just that beach pants are too unsightly. When he lifted his legs, they were naked and had no beauty at all."

"I'm exercising, not playing art gymnastics." Chen Chong took off his vest, wiped the sweat from his face, then bulged his arms to show his muscles, and boasted: "How about it, am I a martial arts genius? I learned it all morning with my grandfather, no worse than Zhang Wuji."

He ran in the mainland for more than half a month, and had a lot of tanning. His skin was healthy wheat. He was bare-shoulder, his chest was wide-back, his abdominal muscles were faintly visible, and he was full of masculinity and very masculine. Zhang Aijia's eyes were frozen. After a while, he turned his head and asked Wei Jingmeng, who was washing his face with a wet towel, half-believingly: "Grandpa, has he really learned it?"

Wei Jingmeng put down the towel and said with a smile: "I usually practice Yang style Tai Chi. He just practiced Sun style Tai Chi. It's different. Xiao Shen has another wise master and his posture is very authentic."

"Tsk, it turns out that you are bragging again." Zhang Aijia waved his hand and urged: "Go and take a shower, and then come for dinner. You are very busy today. You are going to go to Yuanshan Hotel for a meeting and negotiation at 8 o'clock."

Chen Chong put his vest on his shoulders, stepped into the house, and when he passed by her, he asked in a low voice: "Is it sexy?"

"You sexy big-headed ghost." Zhang Aijia said stubbornly, poked his abdominal muscles with the bottom of the glass bottle, and said, "It seems to be a little stronger than before."

"I'm much stronger, don't you feel it at night?"

"Go and take a shower"

In Singapore, Shen Chong completely let go and let his men negotiate, because Singapore's political situation is stable in the next few decades, and the relationship with the mainland is also stable, and the risks are very low. As long as the general direction of investment is determined, it will be a matter of detail after talking. However, Taiwan's future changes and relations with the mainland are full of twists and turns, and the risks are extremely high. He must personally check it and use the advantages of foresight to eliminate risks as much as possible. At the same time, the greater the risk, the more loopholes they take. Taking advantage of the initiative now, burying more mines will be beneficial to the future.

After taking a shower, he changed into a refreshing casual outfit. Chen Chong walked into the restaurant and saw Wei Jingmeng's left, opposite Zhang Aijia, an intellectual beauty in her thirties sat, and smiled and said, "Sister Wei, morning."

"Mr. Shen, good morning."

This beauty is Wei Jingmeng’s confidante who raised a mature woman from a loli. She is named Chen Wei. She used to be a literary young woman who stayed at home. She is now one of the managers of Jiajia Performing Arts Center. She is responsible for managing the business of the fourth-floor gallery. She will report her performance to Chen Chong on a phone every month, so she is not unfamiliar.

"San Ye, today's fish soup is good, it's salty and light, you can try it."

"Okay, okay, you eat too."

The old husband and young wife are in their seventies, and are still so romantic and elegant, enjoying all the beauty, I might as well...

envious

Chen Chong covered his head with his arms, winked at Zhang Aijia, and signaled her to come and feed him. Zhang Aijia turned his eyes and stuffed half of the burrito in his hand into his mouth, then pressed his ears, and said in a charming voice: "Master, do you want to try this? It's delicious, I made it by myself."

The tone is charming, the expression is domineering, the lips are pursed like blades, and the eyes are staring like copper bells...

It's so sad. I forgot that this is a vivid actress who plays a violent man...

Chen Chong Chong's sweat, chewed two bites of the pancake randomly, pretending to be afraid of his wife like a tiger, and said vaguely: "Well... delicious... so delicious, my wife has good skills, and good luck for her husband."

Wei Jingmeng smiled and Chen Wei smiled at it. Zhang Aijia didn't expect Chen Chong to cooperate with her along the way of acting. His face turned slightly red, he gave him a shy and joyful look, then put a glass of milk in front of Shen Chong and said, "Drink a little, don't choke."

After the Spring Festival, Li Kaiyuan hired a professional Xun Pei and nutritionist, and forced Chen Chong to exercise with her. After practicing for more than half a year, the effect was immediate. Whether it was the body, energy or appetite, it was much better than before. After eating two bowls of porridge and adding a few more pastries, he put down his chopsticks with satisfaction, stroked his belly and said, "If you continue eating like this, you will probably get fat soon."

"It is a blessing for young people to eat." Wei Jingmeng ate very slowly, and he had not finished a bowl of porridge. While chewing slowly, he mentioned: "I said that it is important to be the world. If you can send your body to the world, love to the world, and if you can support the world. You are promising, you should pay more attention to your health. If you are well, everything will be fine. If you are not healthy, don't take care of everything. Jiajia, you are the same. Don't fiddle with cosmetics every day. Those things are not good. Learn some health preservation techniques. From the inside out, regulating blood and nourishing qi is the right way. Look at Xiao Shen, you have started practicing Tai Chi."

"I know." Zhang Aijia is a modern-educated urban woman. She doesn't believe in the illusory traditional way of health. She curled her lips, muttered and stood up, saying, "I'll make a phone call and clean up what I'll use later."

Chen Wei also found an excuse to walk away. After they left, Chen Chong asked, "Grandpa, do you have any slander about the candidate for the general manager of the TV station?"

"Don't worry about this matter, you should use static to control it." Wei Jingmeng Zhizhu was holding it and said, "You smashed a mountain of gold in Taiwan, alarming the fish, shrimp, dragons and snakes. The water is muddy and waves are huge. At this time, you should learn from Jiang Taigong's old wisdom, sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, and wait for the wishes to take the bait."

Chen Chong nodded and asked again: "According to the customary practice, how long will the preparation period be for a TV station?"

"Maybe three to five months, maybe one or two years." Wei Jingmeng shook his head and said, "Hong Kong is where capital is king, efficiency is the first, but Taiwan is where politics is the leader, checks and balances are the first. If all parties agree on it, it would be fine. If the negotiations cannot be reached, all trivial matters can be quarreled for a long time. It took me two years to prepare for Taiwan Television back then."

Two years...

This efficiency is too low. Chen Chong touched his head and was speechless for a while.

"But everything is absolutely absolutely true. I heard from Dean Sun that Hsinchu Science Industrial Park is planned to be officially established by the end of the year. If you can put more pressure on the TV station, the preparations for the TV station should be much faster." Wei Jingmeng ate all the fish soup in the bowl and said: "You go to the Presidential Palace to attend a banquet in the evening, be careful in your words and actions, and try not to talk about the mainland. Now Taiwan is loose on the outside and tight on the inside, not as optimistic as the outside world."

"What's wrong?"

"Just the days you went to Peking, someone suggested to the president that Taiwanese businessmen were prohibited from directly or indirectly selling products to the mainland or importing mainland products, and even prohibiting tourists to Taiwan from bringing mainland medicines into Taiwan privately." (Note)

I'll wipe...

Not long after the ban on mainland agricultural products was lifted, what did you think about?

"The president did not agree, but last week the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Transport issued a joint notice prohibiting foreign merchant ships from directly traveling to and from ports in the mainland and Taiwan." Wei Jingmeng stood up and walked with his hands behind his back to digest food, while saying: "Although the people are very enthusiastic about cross-strait exchanges, many people still have doubts within the party, and the president is also in a difficult situation. Xiao Shen, haste is not fulfilled. You are still young, and you don't have to hurry up."

"You were right last time. Under nuclear deterrence, the possibility of fighting in the future is very small. Economic development is the hard truth. Talking about economy more and politics less, economy is your strength."

Shen Chong was humbly taught.

"Oh, right, there is management. The president is very interested in the elite authoritarian management idea you mentioned in Singapore last time. He may ask you some questions at that time."

Shen Chong smiled bitterly. He released this theory to refresh the reputation of Singapore and the mainland, and it was not to attract Jiang Ching-kuo's favor...

As a half-toned keyboard political party, how can we talk about management with representatives of elite authoritarianism like Chiang Ching-kuo? They have personally experienced and tried it. If they run around the train and accidentally touch Chiang Ching-kuo's sensitive nerves, and then they will not open up the "ban on reporting" and "ban on party" before they die, but choose a strong person as their successor, then they will make a big fuss...
Chapter completed!