Rebirth of the Tech Madman

I have always seized the initiative by myself, but I didn't expect to be chased down today!

Tang Huan was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled playfully, "Now I have a lot of products, are you sure you want to add it?"

"How many of the big wealthy families in Xiangjiang and Haojiang are not eating from bowls and looking at the pot. ∷Top∷Point∷Little∷ said that in this world, the strong are respected, so naturally they will occupy more high-quality resources." Xiao The young Weng Jingjing replied old-fashioned.

Tang Huan was not surprised that the strange girl in front of him would have such strange talks.

His growth environment is too special. Since he was a child, he has been immersed in the laws of the jungle, and his identification with the strong has naturally penetrated his bones.

In addition, the patriarchal mother is not caring enough, and I must have long subconsciously been looking forward to it, looking for a towering tree, winding and clinging like a vine, in order to gain a sense of security.

This kind of thinking can be corroborated by her life choices in the original time and space, as well as the look of worship that she shows from time to time.

Of course, there are also very obvious differences in the way. The former became exclusive in the end, and the latter has now evolved into sharing.

"Are you 18 years old? The thoughts in your little head are really unique." Tang Huanfa sighed sincerely.

"It's 17 years old, it's long past the legal age." Weng Jingjing straightened her chest, her eyes showed a faint color, which made her pure face exude a different kind of charm.

"Interesting." Tang Huan laughed at this scene.

"That said, you agree." Weng Jingjing, who went forward bravely, has never forgotten her goal.

"Why don't you agree? I like products that are different from others." Tang Huan, whose power is swelling day by day, brings incredibly self-confidence. Naturally, he will not be a hypocrite.

"Great. From now on. Someone finally covers me." Weng Jingjing waved a small fist excitedly.

At this time, the waiter began to serve the dishes. After they were placed and left, Tang Huan used public chopsticks to pick Weng Jingjing with dishes, and asked amusedly: "You shouldn't be so happy, as far as I know. Your mother is a heroine, and she can cover you too."

Staring at Tang Huan's hand. Weng Jingjing’s eyes gleamed with happiness, but what she said was a little sad, "She won’t care about me, my brother doesn’t know how much more important it is than me. Besides, she is usually busy playing mahjong. , Is to tie Uncle Liu's heart in a different way, so there is no extra time."

Tang Huan smiled noncommitantly, waved his hand, and gave orders: "Don't think about the unhappy things, they will be different in the future. Eat quickly."

"This is the first time someone has picked me up." Weng Jingjing sighed vaguely, and then pointed to the red wine to act like a baby. "I want to drink too."

"How much do you drink?" Tang Huan asked hesitantly, "How is the wine? Don't be mad at that time, then you will get embarrassed."

"After drinking it, I won't know it." Weng Jingjing's eyes flashed eagerly.

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After the meal, Weng Jingjing's little face blushed, and her arms holding Tang Huan refused to let go, so they came to the villa in Jiulongtang together as a matter of course.

"My little brother, hurry up and take a shower to get a drink." Tang Huan patted Weng Jingjing on the top of the head, then picked up the file and looked at it.

Bao Dao was completely subdued by Deng Lijun's affairs, and some people were kicked away by Mr. Song in a calm manner.

Therefore, the business delegation's itinerary was resumed immediately, and Tang Huan was about to show up.

Tang Huan just smiled in response to this, and it was easy to say if he was softened, but he didn't have the slightest pride in his heart.

Those in power are not unpragmatic. Under the combined effect of strength and interests, it is an inevitable result. The original prejudices in the hearts of both parties will not change.

With this calculation, Tang Huan will have to leave for Baodao tomorrow.

In the last document, Charles invited Tang Huan to attend his wedding ceremony and mentioned the manor that Tang Huan is interested in, especially the team. He has made arrangements and must reply as soon as possible.

Really a tough businessman, Tang Huan smiled and shook his head.

Obviously, the other party has changed the way to dig out his own pockets.

At the very least, he can't go to this wedding empty-handed, and the gift is too shabby, otherwise it will lose the face of the billionaire.

And in such high-standard activities, gift-giving is also very particular, Tang Huan frowned and had to think carefully.

"What are you thinking about, so fascinated." After the bath, Weng Jingjing smiled and sat on the opposite side, her pink cheeks could be broken by blows, and the shallow pear vortex was even more playful.

"There is a celebrity who is going to get married, so naturally he has to think about what gift to give." Tang Huan put away his thoughts and began to organize the documents.

"Boss, I'll help." Weng Jingjing took the initiative to invite Ying, and sat down, "I'll be your secretary."

"Then you need to be able to read and understand the documents." Tang Huan raised Weng Jingjing's chin, and after a kiss, he got up to take a bath.

"What's so great about looking at documents? Isn't it the same as looking at scripts?" Weng Jingjing pouted, unconvincedly picked up a document and glanced at it, and found that it was all in English. At her level, she was half-read. understand.

After being hit hard, Weng Jingjing looked for it again, and finally turned to a Chinese document.

This time I understood it, it was the treasure island trade group.

However, Weng Jingjing, with a special family background, knew what rules and secrets meant, and after only scanning two eyes to prove that she was not really useless, she did her duty honestly.

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After Tang Huan returned to the living room, Weng Jingjing, who was combing her hair, put down her comb and took the initiative to hug it.

This girl gave Tang Huan a special feeling, she was very smart, but she admired herself like an idiot. You know, he hadn't taken any brainwashing actions before.

Because of this, Tang Huan, who often reflects on himself, will inevitably fall into the pride of being a man.

After holding the girl's face and kissing it inch by inch, Tang Huan hugged the other's buttocks and walked into the bedroom.

obviously. What Weng Jingjing needs is strength and care. Therefore, Tang Huan did not pity and cherish Yu. After all, pain is also a way to make the other person feel powerful, and at the same time have the opportunity to be considerate.

Looking at the girl with a heavy nose, frowning, biting her lip, holding the bed sheet unconsciously with her little hand, Tang Huan smiled slightly, and whispered in her ear: "Don't be so nervous, my little brother. Come on, scream. Listen."

Weng Jingjing, who was bold at first, but now very shy, shook her head and whispered to answer: "People won't."

Tang Huan was so amused that he laughed, and between the movements, Weng Jingjing, who was covering his face, began to sing lightly.

"That's right, little brother, a good start is half the battle." Tang Huan was stimulated to increase his strength.

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Weng Jingjing is really special. The next morning, not only did he not sleep in bed. Woke up with Tang Huan, finished washing, and took the initiative to prepare breakfast.

"Unexpectedly, you will do quite a lot." Tang Huan looked at the girl, feeling like an extremely clean crystal. He was branded with a unique mark last night, and he felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

"What's the problem? You think you can still enter it." Weng Jingjing seemed to be humble, but in fact she replied braggingly.

Seeing the girl behaved so well-behaved and pleasant in front of her, Tang Huan, who was about to go to Baodao today, was a little bit overwhelmed. After a little pondering, he opened his mouth and said, "You prepare, I will take you to Baodao today, and then again. Have fun in Japan."

"Wow, since I can remember, people have only been to Haojiang besides Xiangjiang." Weng Jingjing was so happy that she leaped for joy, but soon frowned, clutching her abdomen and sat down again.

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Before Tang Huan left, the list of tvb artist training classes was finally sent over. Wang Jing made a lot of effort from it, and even deliberately ran to brush up on his sense of existence while directing the movie.

Tang Huan glanced at the list and had to say that there are indeed more celebrities on it, such as Andy Lau, Wu Jiali, Qi Meizhen, Liang Jiahui, Xu Jinjiang.

Nodded, Tang Huan asked Wang Jing, "Has the film been made smoothly?"

"It's okay. The stars are all people who have collaborated in TV dramas. Together, they are familiar with the road." Wang Jing nodded happily.

"It's easy to see you, and I'll give you another task." Tang Huan turned around, took a pen to write a few words on the memo, and handed it to the other party.

"You write a science fiction script based on the Book of Changes and the Eight Diagrams, such as the gossip array of folklore, life and death, etc. It might not be impossible to use science to explain time and space. I was at the university on Baodao a few years ago. Mentioned the connection between the Book of Changes, Bagua and modern computers, you can check it in the reference room of Zheru Company to find out the relevant background information."

Wang Jing was reluctant to be assigned a new errand. After all, there might be any new opportunities. He curiously asked, "Is Mr. Tang planning to make a movie?"

"With this plan, I want to try the water in Hollywood, but I tend to find a script with a Chinese story background." Tang Huan nodded slightly, "You can try it, it may not be useful, but it won't make you busy. ."

In Tang Huan's impression, Wang Jing's head has always been imaginative, and asking him to write a candidate script should be a good alternative.

After Wang Jing figured out Tang Huan's intentions, he left with enthusiasm.

In his view, alternatives are also opportunities. Now Boss Tang has Lianmei and MGM in his hands, and he is fully regarded as a local Hollywood household. This kind of capital is much more reliable than Jiahe's money to enter Hollywood. Last year's "Killman" didn't respond well.

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Compared with the casualness of the past, Tang Huan went to the treasure island this time, received a grand official reception, and directly checked into the Grand Hotel. This shocked Weng Jingjing, who was hiding by the side as a follower.

I don’t know how many times more prestigious and powerful those big guys and Ma Tsai are better than I know.

And after all, it used to pay attention to Tang Huan's dynamics through third-party media, which is far less powerful than the on-site experience.

Isn't this the strong backer I hope to find?

Weng Jingjing, whose mind was obviously different from that of her peers, unconsciously once again became fascinated by the man who conquered her body and mind yesterday.

First, Mr. Song directly communicated with Tang Huan in private. The previous small bumps have been completely resolved. At the same time as you came, Deng Lijun has already set off to Xiangjiang to prepare for the concert. This aunt will not do anything special in the future. Do whatever you want. No one dared to interfere arbitrarily.

In addition. Brother, what confidante do you have on Treasure Island? You can also inform your brother and enjoy the same treatment.

After this incident, the position under my buttocks has become more stable, and some convenient doors can naturally be opened.

Tang Huan shook his head secretly. The black belly of the politician was really extraordinary. He even asked how many confidantes he had on Treasure Island. Is this going to enjoy the special treatment of Uncle Baodao?

Apart from defamation, Tang Huan naturally wanted to retaliate on the surface, and said graciously that the matter had been set off, and everyone was still good friends.

In fact, what Mr. Song really cares about is the next meeting between Tang Huan and Mr. Jiang. He fears that during this process, what happens on both sides will be unpleasant, and he might be involved as well.

Tang Huaneng understands Mr. Song's pros and cons. He declared frankly that this meeting with Mr. Jiang. You arranged it on your own initiative. Naturally, the initiative lies with you. As for me, I am only interested in economic topics. The content of the wind and snow can also be accompanied, but the scope is limited to times.

It would be good if everyone had a tacit understanding. Mr. Song, who was assured again, breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly left.

Tang Huan took a look at the itinerary, which was quite intensive, such as regular exchanges with peers, friendly baseball matches and college lectures that were part of the face-saving project.

When the outsiders were gone, Weng Jingjing gently approached like a cat, and asked curiously, "Is this the gangster?"

Tang Huan smiled and pinched the face of a young girl, "Your question is so profound, I can't answer it for sure."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I know you are the best." Weng Jingjing sent a kiss obsessively.

Tang Huan couldn't help feeling a little funny while enjoying the gentleness. This smart girl had obviously entered a misunderstanding in her mind.

But it doesn't matter too much. I am still quite good at brainwashing and training. This is also a sense of accomplishment.

No matter how much Weng Jingjing who admired the strong man could inspire a man's sense of accomplishment, Tang Huan did not move her at night, leaving her with a recovery period of physical trauma.

...

The next day, Tang Huan met Mr. Jiang in accordance with Baodao’s arrangements.

Sooner or later, this hurdle must be passed. After all, the identity is here, and he also hopes to complete the process as soon as possible.

Ordinary people are just being educated by books, and they rarely have the opportunity to understand the complexity of history.

It can be said that Mr. Jiang’s personal experience is quite legendary. He bid farewell to Shanghai in October 1925 and went to the Soviet Union. He did not return to Shanghai until April 1937.

During the past ten years, Mr. Jiang’s beliefs have been well known to the world. During his time at Sun Yat-sen University in Moscow, there was Chief Deng among his classmates.

From the point of view of being an opponent, this level of knowledge is not low.

As a latecomer, Tang Huan will naturally not fall behind in intelligence.

He gave Mr. Jiang a handwritten copy of his own handwriting-the unity of knowledge and action, which is considered to be a vote for the other party's favorite of "The Complete Works of Wang Yangming".

"Unexpectedly, such an outstanding scientist and industrialist as Mr. Tang has such attainments in calligraphy." Mr. Jiang was a little surprised after seeing Tang Huan's calligraphy.

"Naturally, the essence left by the ancestors should not be forgotten casually." Tang Huan smiled slightly.

According to the pre-designed routine, the two parties sitting side by side across the coffee table, the content of the conversation was nothing more than:

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"Welcome Mr. Tang to invest and build a factory in Baodao, and thank you for your contribution to local economic development."

"Treasure Island is very attractive in terms of infrastructure, taxation, etc., and I believe that in addition to Fangyuan Computer and Xiaobawang game consoles, more and more well-known world manufacturers will come to invest."

...

Such format conversations, although boring, are old-fashioned and serious.

However, perhaps Tang Huan's words caused some memories of Mr. Jiang, who directly abandoned this fixed routine and chatted about Chinese classical culture and history.

When it came to the dispute between Confucian schools, Mr. Jiang seemed to ask casually, “I don’t know what Mr. Tang believes in, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism in the East, or Christianity in the West.”

"I, I have to find something to do, it should be agnostic." Tang Huan smiled faintly and gave an answer.

Seeing Mr. Jiang’s face of doubt, Tang Huan continued: “In my opinion, history is a circle that starts again and again. There are so many things happening today that cannot escape the scope of the twenty-four history. It’s just that, compared In the long history of thousands of years, the length of human life is only a small arc on the circle, and it is impossible to get the full picture in one's lifetime. Behind this phenomenon, there may be a mysterious power dominating it."

The time for this meeting was one hour longer than originally planned.

After Tang Huan left, Mr. Jiang smiled at Mr. Song who was beside him: "This Tang Huan is very interesting~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and it's not there."

...

Such format conversations, although boring, are old-fashioned and serious.

However, perhaps Tang Huan's words caused some memories of Mr. Jiang, who directly abandoned this fixed routine and chatted about Chinese classical culture and history.

When it came to the dispute between Confucian schools, Mr. Jiang seemed to ask casually, “I don’t know what Mr. Tang believes in, Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism in the East, or Christianity in the West.”

"I, I have to find something to do, it should be agnostic." Tang Huan smiled faintly and gave an answer.

Seeing Mr. Jiang’s face of doubt, Tang Huan continued: “In my opinion, history is a circle that starts again and again. There are so many things happening today that cannot escape the scope of the twenty-four history records. It’s just that, compared to In the long history of thousands of years, the length of human life is only a small arc on the circle, and it is impossible to get a complete picture in one's lifetime. Behind this phenomenon, there may be a mysterious power dominating it.” (To be continued. .)

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