Chapter 432 Smart Man
Chapter 432 Smart Man
This "Mr. Chen" is definitely not Chen Peisong, and he currently does not have the ability to mobilize a 300 million S600.
"Thank you for your hard work. It's so late to bother you."
Finally, under the astonished gazes of Chen Peisong and Guo Jiamao, Chen patted his butt, stood up from the ground, and nodded at Ma Haijun.
This is his usual style. He doesn't put on airs with anyone. He is neither aloof nor know-it-all. He feels very down to earth.
"Mr. Chen is too polite. This is my job."
Ma Haijun said as he opened the passenger and back door.
He didn't know the identities of Chen Peisong and Guo Jiamao, so he didn't dare to say anything rashly.
"Dad, Uncle Guo."
Chen Zhuohe arranged it in a harmonious voice: "You guys sit in the back row."
"what……"
Guo Jiamao glanced at Chen Peisong, and his heart was already filled with turmoil.
In fact, Old Chen was even more shocked. After all, Chen Zhe was his biological son. What kind of feeling was that?
It was as if I suddenly realized that a relative around me had won a 1000 million jackpot!
However, Chen Peisong was quite shrewd. After his brain briefly stopped working for a few seconds, he immediately reacted and took the initiative to invite him, "Old Guo, don't just stand there, get in the car."
"cough~"
Guo Jiamao rubbed his nose, tried his best to act normal, then bent down and sat down.
The first part that feels comfortable is the buttocks. The soft and elastic seat cushion is like a light cloud, perfectly supporting the weight of the drunk body.
Then there is the interior decoration. The exquisite metal parts shine with a dim light, and the walnut wood of the center console and armrests have been finely ground and polished, revealing the natural beauty of the wood grain.
When you slide your fingertips over it, you can even feel the warm texture that has been accumulated over the years.
It’s not that Guo Jiamao has never ridden in luxury cars, but he rarely drove a 300 million RMB Maybach. After all, it was only 2008.
What was even more difficult for him to accept was that the driver of the S600 actually called Chen Zhe "Mr. Chen".
Isn't he just 19 years old and a freshman in college?
Chen knew that he had to give the two people in the back seat time to digest the information, so he said from the co-pilot seat, "The Municipal Party School is on Xianlie Middle Road."
"I know."
Ma Haijun answered in a deep voice.
"How do you know it?"
Chen made a joke: "Did you go to class?"
"No."
Ma Haijun is a steady and loyal person of the Gu family. Chen Zhuo was just teasing him, but he had to explain specifically: "I sent Mr. Wang's guests there before."
"I see."
Chen smiled but said nothing.
Wang Youqing is a much more powerful guy than me. If he invites people to dinner, he doesn't necessarily just eat with his upper mouth.
Those who were involved with him were only benefiting from the "good times". Once the eight regulations were introduced, there would not be enough people for the Discipline Inspection Commission to catch them.
As the S600 steps on the accelerator, the noise from the outside world is completely isolated due to the high sealing and privacy of the car cabin, and the extremely shock-resistant suspension system completely filters out the bumps on the road.
Anyway, for the passengers sitting in the car, the hustle and bustle of the traffic outside felt like the scenes in a silent movie, sliding backwards frame by frame, and they seemed to be driving on a smooth velvet carpet.
Chen Peisong and Guo Jiamao were also slowly accepting the current situation.
However, Lao Chen still had to behave himself. He didn't want his roommate to notice that he, as a father, knew nothing about his own son's situation.
In fact, Guo Jiamao's attention was not on this at all. He had a question in his heart that needed to be answered.
When the S600 turned onto the inner ring and was about to reach the Party School in a few minutes, Guo Jiamao leaned forward slightly.
This is a detail of body language.
When someone is talking to you while leaning back in a relaxed position, no matter how he says he respects and admires you, he is lying.
Only by sitting up straight and leaning forward can you show that you are valued.
Because of this behavior, he is subconsciously worried that you are too far away to hear him.
"Chen is here."
Guo Jiamao's tone sounded no different from before.
This is just a cover-up. After all, he just regarded himself as the elder, and now he is a little reluctant to let go of the dignity of asking for advice.
At this time, what should a smart person do?
Continue to give Guo Jiamao respect, even more respect, to make up for his "sense of imbalance", and the other party will be secretly grateful in his heart.
This is a way of unconsciously controlling others in social interactions.
So, even though Chen was wearing a seat belt, he still struggled to turn around and face Guo Jiamao.
Moreover, he asked politely: "Uncle Guo, you called me?"
Whether meeting or drinking tonight, Chen Zhuo never used the honorific "you" to address Guo Jiamao.
But now, after showing a certain strength, Chen's attitude became more humble, which made Guo Jiamao very useful.
Everyone will benefit from it!
Even if Guo Jiamao was replaced by Chen Zhe, if there was a young man like this with the same performance, he would uncontrollably develop a favorable impression of him.
"What part-time job do you do in college?" Guo Jiamao crossed his arms and said with a smile, "I thought you were selling credit cards and phone cards at first."
"They are essentially the same, Uncle Guo."
Chen Zhuo did not keep the secret, as it would be hypocritical to continue. He just hesitated for a moment and told the truth: "A few friends and I have set up an Internet education and training website called Zhongda Learning Network."
"what!"
Guo Jiamao couldn't help but stroke his hand and said, "I thought I'd heard your name before! I just forgot to remember it, but I've read an interview with you in the newspaper before. Your company...is called Tracing Technology, right?"
"Yes."
Chen observed Lao Guo's reaction. He must have really read the report in Yangcheng Evening News.
"Zhongda Learning Network is very famous. Not only is its business model novel, but it also provides convenience for many parents. My wife and I are both annual members of yours."
Guo Jiamao may have also thought about the popularity of the CUHK Learning Network.
This is a common problem among officials. They always unconsciously analyze certain social phenomena.
"Old Chen."
Guo Jiamao couldn't help but turn his head and "complain" to Chen Peisong: "You said Chen is studying at Zhongda Lingyuan and is the vice president of the student union, why did he hide the most crucial content?"
"Harmful!"
Chen Peisong is also a good actor. Anyone who can reach the department level in the Chinese system is a potential movie emperor.
Old Chen said helplessly, "His mother and I don't want him to start a business. We just hope that he can study hard, take the postgraduate entrance examination, find a stable job, and stop messing around."
Although Chen Peisong's words have some "acting" elements, they may not be insincere.
Maybe many years later, everyone will envy Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin because their son is so awesome.
But from the perspective of parents, there is always a hope that their children "don't mess around".
"You and Dr. Mao both have very backward ideas."
Guo Jiamao waved his hand and said, "Young people with talent should give it a try. My son is in high school now. If he had one tenth of Chen's talent when he went to college, I would wake up laughing in my dreams."
Chen Peisong said a few more humble words and soon arrived at the destination.
Chen Peisong and Guo Jiamao drank a lot tonight, but they were not drunk. After walking for a while, the smell of alcohol disappeared a lot, and the two walked steadily into the gate of the Party School.
Chen Zhuo did not mention anything about the "reply" tonight, and did not even ask a question about the work content of the Communications Administration.
Because once Guo Jiamao realizes that Chen Zhe has ulterior motives tonight, the effect will be reduced.
Smart people should do this, leaving only a deep and good impression when meeting someone for the first time.
Later, when Guo Jiamao is needed on the project, just find him and say politely and respectfully, neither servile nor overbearing:
"Uncle Guo, in order to facilitate communication between members of the Guangzhou learning network, Suhui has launched a small tool. Some parents have reported that they don't know how to register. I wonder if I can log in with one click using my mobile phone number..."
With legitimate reasons and a good impression, Guo Jiamao would most likely agree to Chen Zhuo's request - to invite the heads of the three major operators in Guangzhou.
"If we can make an appointment, we are halfway to success."
Chen Zhuo leaned on the backrest of the S600 and closed his eyes gently.
The managers of the three major operators in Guangzhou are neither administrative nor professional positions, so Chen has a lot of resources that can be exchanged.
The simplest way is to recruit their spouses (or children) to the projects that respond to their letters, using the excuse that the company is short of manpower for development.
As long as the reply letter exists, they will be paid a monthly salary of 5 RMB.
Chen Zhuo knew very well that if a company wanted to grow bigger, it would have to have two types of employees: one was people with strong business capabilities, and the other was people who "had to be supported."
Chen was just thinking about these things when his cell phone suddenly dinged with a message.
When I looked down, it turned out to be Lao Chen's.
Chen grinned, which was expected, his old father must be worried.
Sure enough, when I opened the phone, I got a very direct question.
Chen Peisong: Chen Zhuo, did you buy this car?
Chen Zhuo: Well, the company needs a decent car for reception.
Chen Peisong: So you need a Maybach? I just checked, it costs several million!
Chen Zhuo: Dad, don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who will spend money casually. I bought the S600 because the company's business requires it.
Chen Peisong was silent for a moment, probably trying to understand the meaning of this sentence.
After a moment, he asked again: "What's the matter with the license plate? If Lao Guo hadn't told me about it in the dormitory, I wouldn't have noticed that the license plate was Yue A77777."
"Given by Wan Da."
Chen Zhuo knew that his father was smart and could not be fooled by ordinary lies, so he simply told the truth: "I set up a real estate agency with the manager of the Wan Da branch, and he gave it to me."
Chen Peisong never expected that his son would be involved in the real estate industry.
It was not until Chen Zhuo said that the school also had shares in it that he was not so worried. After all, the first impression of this industry is that it is "deep, crowded, and complicated."
Chen Zhuo: I remembered something. Don’t tell my mom about what happened tonight. She always likes to worry about things that don’t go on.
Chen Peisong: Oh! Do I dare to say that? If she knew that you bought a 300 million yuan car, she might start calculating the value of your organs: 50 yuan for the liver, 20 yuan for the kidney, 5 yuan for the cornea...
Chen Zhuo: Why?
Chen Peisong: In case you lose money, she is ready to help you pay off your debts!
Chen Zhuo: Hahaha, even if you calculate it, that’s not enough.
Chen Peisong: And mine.
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(Written after returning from a social event tonight.)
(End of this chapter)