Rebirth of the Wild Age

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Monday, noon.

Including Peng Shengli, the brothers in the dormitory came to the cafe to dine together. They don’t take up the table either. Each person has a plate of fried rice at a cost price, which is more cost-effective than in the school cafeteria.

Ding Ming, the little fat man, was the most active and directly occupied the front desk. The fried rice was almost cold and I couldn't take care of it. Le Dianbian blew the water at the "Firebird Station", crackling and beating.

"Firebird Station" is a bbs station recently set up by Ding Sanshi on the Internet. Many friends have been drawn from the "Mazhan Station", and Ding Ming is one of them. Ding Sanshi also had a bbs station in the past, but it is a website of Huiduo.com, which can only accommodate one visitor, which is far less popular than "Mazhan".

Peng Shengli's fried rice has been eaten, he stood by and watched honestly, silently.

"Hey, can't you talk about something else? Is it interesting to talk about technical issues?" Zhou Zhengyu said while eating.

Ding Ming stopped suddenly and asked, "Brother Yu, how about changing my major?"

"It's my shit." Zhou Zhengyu said.

Li Yaolin was surprised: "This is almost finished sophomore year. What major are you changing? You got kicked by the donkey."

"I'm not interested in what I'm learning now. I like computers and I want to learn programming." Ding Ming said.

Wang Bo said: "You can go to the auditorium and buy some books for self-study. It's a shame to switch to a major now."

"I'm already self-study," Ding Ming pointed to the computer, "There are a lot of great talents on bbs, and they are very enthusiastic, and they are patient to help answer any questions. But I just want to learn systematically, you say, my dad can agree ?"

"We are not your dad," Zhou Zhengyu put the plate back in the kitchen, impatiently, "you get out of the way, and I will chat online for a while."

Ding Ming gave up his position honestly. He has a very good personality and a Buddhist style, so he can't conflict with anyone.

Zhou Zhengyu landed on the horse station soon, his screen name was helped by Song Weiyang, he was domineering, um... his name was Long Aotian.

Zhou Zhengyu is very satisfied with this screen name, it fits his own temperament too much. He teased Brother Xiao Ma while complaining: "Fudan is really rubbish, there is no telephone line, it's just like a primitive tribe."

Nie Jun said: "The school does not stipulate that you cannot pull the telephone line in the dormitory. You pay thousands of dollars for the initial installation fee, and the telecommunications bureau promises to do it for you."

"No money!" Zhou Zhengyu rolled his eyes. He now pays 300 yuan a month for food, and he can't even use a pager.

"So, you have no money yourself, don't rely on the school." Nie Jun said with a smile.

When these guys were talking nonsense, Song Weiyang was standing on the side of the road making a phone call. He didn't dare to pick it up in the coffee shop because it was Chen Tao who called. It would be very tragic if Lin Zhuoyun heard something.

"Kiss the villain, do you miss me?" Chen Tao's voice was very nauseous and nauseous.

Song Weiyang quickly said: "Sister, let's be normal, I heard goose bumps all over my body."

"Okay," Chen Tao seemed to be eating, chewing her mouth, "I miss you, how about I go to Shenghai to see you next weekend? It just so happens that our team is going to play in Shenghai, and we will be on the scene together. Watch the ball."

"The second division is worthy of a fart, wait until you get into the first class b." Song Weiyang said.

"You don't want to see me?" Chen Tao was suddenly upset.

Song Weiyang hurriedly stated: "Alright, you come to Shenghai next weekend and wait for me in the hotel to open a good room."

"It's pretty much the same," Chen Tao said with a smile, "The procedures for the medicinal material base have been completed, and construction will start this month. By the way, Mr. Yang wants to make a big move again. Did he tell you?"

"Say what?" Song Weiyang asked.

Chen Tao said: "He is consulting professionals recently, planning to list in Hong Kong City next year."

"Let him consult first, and wait until the next shareholder meeting to discuss." Song Weiyang was noncommittal.

At the end of 1993, the shareholders and management of Xifeng Company had undergone major changes. According to Hong Kong City's regulations, it must spend three financial years smoothly if it wants to go public. That is to say, you have to wait until at least 1997 to be eligible to apply for listing, plus various preparatory work, just to avoid the 1997 Asian financial turmoil.

Yang Xin's mind is very easy to guess. He is thinking that listing in Hong Kong City can accelerate the company's development on the one hand, and increase his wealth on the other hand, a win-win situation for public and private.

Song Weiyang was not disgusted with this plan, and even applauded it, feeling that he was right. Now Xifeng is developing rapidly and the funds are always tight. It would be great to be able to successfully go public and earn money.

"One more good news." Chen Tao said.

"What good news?" Song Weiyang asked.

Chen Tao said: "Did you not contact a Hong Kong businessman last year? He specializes in selling beverages and food. He bought a batch of beverages for trial sales. There is no market for our Coke, but the ice tea response is very good. Yesterday he came again. Now, I want to win the regional agency rights of Xifeng Iced Tea in Wanwan. Mr. Yang has already agreed and is now negotiating the price."

"It's really good news." Song Weiyang smiled.

"By the way, remember to come back next month to sign," Chen Tao said, "Through a headhunting company, we have hired a top engineer in the beverage industry, dug from the French company Sidler. When this foreign devil came, it cost 20 After several days of understanding the situation, a series of equipment upgrades and production transformation plans were proposed. The funds for the entire project are very large, which has exceeded the scope of the general manager’s authority, and the chairman of the board needs to personally approve and sign."

"No problem." Song Weiyang said.

After talking about business, Chen Tao began to talk about love again, teasing with all kinds of words, which made Song Weiyang hook a little angry.

A young couple walked by Song Weiyang and walked into the cafe arm in arm.

Soon Lin Zhuoyun ran out and took Song Weiyang's hand and said, "My dear, my teacher and my mother are here, go in and get to know each other."

"Well, okay, let's just talk about it next time." Song Weiyang hung up the phone casually.

Lin Zhuoyun dragged Song Weiyang to a coffee table. It was the young couple just now. She introduced: "This is my future mentor, Mr. Xu Hongtu, and this is Mr. Xu's lover, Dr. Yuan Ziying."

"Good teacher Xu, good teacher Yuan." Song Weiyang shook hands quickly.

The couple are both returnees who graduated from Fudan University and went abroad. Xu Hongtu got a master's degree in Fudan and a master's degree from New York University in the United States. With a double master's degree, he did not go to take the doctoral examination, but went to Europe to engage in academic exchanges for several years. Some time ago, he was hired by Fudan University as an associate professor, and he happened to be Lin Zhuoyun's master's tutor.

Yuan Ziying is Xu Hongtu’s younger sister, Dr. Princeton, who married Xu Hongtu four years ago and was also employed by Fudan as an associate professor this time.

The two are very young, in their early thirties, dressed stylishly, and both have their hair permed.

"It's been seven years since I left Fudan University. I didn't expect Wujiaochang to have a coffee shop too." Xu Hongtu sighed.

"Yes, I still studied at Fudan branch school, and now even the branch school has been cancelled," Yuan Ziying said over a coffee, "I remember that at that time, a few hundred meters away from the branch school was still a large piece of farmland. I went back two days ago. Look, the farmland is crossed by a big road ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Both sides of the road are full of newly built buildings."

Song Weiyang didn't interrupt, and quietly listened to these two miss the past.

"I'm insane, Lao Song, you are so awesome, you are actually giving lectures to master students! I have seen the newspapers, we don't know yet." Nie Jun came over with a copy of the Business Daily, which Lin Zhuoyun left at the front desk after reading it in the morning.

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "Basic operations, don't make a fuss."

"Little San'er?" Yuan Ziying looked at Nie Jun in surprise.

"Are you...Sister Ying?" Nie Jun was a little uncertain.

Yes, there are those who recognize relatives.

Throughout the 1980s to the early 1990s, most people who were able to study abroad were either rich or expensive unless their grades were particularly good. Xu Hongtu belongs to a "family of scholars", and his father is a professor from Fudan University; Yuan Ziying comes from a military family. He used to be in the same compound with Nie Jun and was 12 years old.

These people were nostalgic and nostalgic. Song Weiyang couldn't intervene, so he went upstairs to play on the computer.

Just a month after returning to China, Xu Hongtu was busy with graduate interviews, visiting his father-in-law and his mother-in-law. He also went everywhere to find former classmates to talk about the past. He had never heard of Song Weiyang's name. He asked Nie Jun: "Isn't this Song Weiyang a student? Why did he teach Fudan's master's degree again?"

"Lao Song is mad, you read this newspaper. The first person in China's mba education is not called a lecturer, but a preacher! The reporter really dare to write." Nie Jun was speechless.

In recent years, the circulation of the Business Daily has been decreasing. There is no alternative, it is too specialized. However, it has a considerable influence in the business community. Like the Economic Daily, it is a must-read publication for entrepreneurs across the country.

Fan Xinman's article is guilty of old problems again, and the praise is too much. The first person in China's mba education dared to shout it out.

Needless to say, Song Weiyang must have earned a lot of red and black fans.

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