He didn't go to bed until early last night. Simon still got up early.
Chen Qing is around.
Too many women are not easy to reconcile. Simon's way to deal with it is to reconcile according to his own heart. Otherwise, Simon's life will be over if the coquettish pester can follow his heart.
The night before last, I had enough "exercise" and didn't do morning exercises. I went to the restaurant of huayuanfang building with Chen Qing. As soon as I sat down, Jiangshan dance reminded the international chapter that several people came together.
He motioned several girls to enter the door and said good morning. Simon put his arms around Xun Mei's thin waist and pasted it. He felt the attractive fragrance of his daughter. On his mouth, he said, "Xiao Qing and I have something to talk about. Go to other places for breakfast."
Xun Mei was held by the man, blushing slightly, put one hand on the man's shoulder, and nodded skillfully at the words.
The international chapter didn't expect to be preempted by Xun Mei this time. It was a little depressed. It was even more disappointed to hear the man say so, but he nodded with Mu Xiaowei and didn't dare to disobey. However, after a pause, the international chapter said, "Simon, can we still see you after breakfast?"
"See what I'm doing, you're all grown girls," Simon joked, noting one thing: "ever?"
Mu Xiaowei, standing on the other side of Xun Mei, said, "she hasn't got up yet."
"It's a little early now," Simon just asked, loosened Xun Mei, saw the three girls still reluctant to give up, and knew what they expected. "There are many vacant rooms in the West courtyard. If you like, you can live here in the future."
The man's words fall, the international chapter is excited, and the other two women have some complex thoughts, but more is joy.
After all, this is equivalent to having an identity.
As for the others, the three girls are not in a hurry. They are not in a hurry anyway. The future is long.
When the three women left, Chen Qing, who was originally smiling, pursed her mouth and deliberately expressed a sad expression: "the boss is always like this, and the house will soon be unable to fit."
Simon smiled, "then make room for your house."
Chen Qing immediately showed a more aggrieved expression, left her mouth, and then ordered Jiangshan Dance: "go outside and watch, just say that the boss is mine at breakfast time, and whoever comes will be driven away."
Jiangshan dance looked hesitantly at Simon.
Simon nodded.
There are some things to talk about. It's not suitable for other girls to be present.
Jiangshan dance left, the waitress began to deliver breakfast, and Jiang Yuanchi handed over a copy of today's newspaper.
Simon glanced at the headline on the front page and skipped it. He sighed that he was still softhearted. However, the adjustment direction has been determined anyway, which is irrelevant to the overall situation.
The breakfast was set, but Simon didn't hurry to move his chopsticks. Simon continued to turn the page. Chen Qing next to him also came together and browsed quickly with his boss. If he pointed out, "the Shanghai stock market has been running up and down within 2000 points for more than a month, it should be able to break through today."
Simon remembers that Nizi bought a lot of stocks around him and said, "it's time for you to clear your warehouse. You don't have to think about making all the benefits."
Chen Qing nodded her head, but she didn't intend to do so.
Simon saw the girl around him and understood her mind. It didn't matter. He just reminded him, "some rules we should abide by should be observed. Don't be too arbitrary. You know, the reason why we can stand firmly in our own class also benefits from the rules. You play too much for a moment and think you have taken a big advantage. When others don't abide by the rules, you will suddenly find that you are the one who has lost the most. It's too late to regret again."
Chen Qing hugged her boss and shook her arm: "I know, I know."
When I said this, I quickly turned to the international news that Simon has been paying more attention to recently.
One of the reports immediately attracted Simon's attention. The news came from Africa, which is habitually forgotten.
In the DRC, where the scuffle is continuing, an official of the DRC government publicly accused France of transporting weapons to the Central African War Zone, causing a large number of civilian casualties, including very inhumane white phosphorus bombs.
The official also said that he would report to the United Nations to seek to stop the bad behavior of the French government.
Chen Qingshun glanced at the article with his boss's eyes. He didn't know why: "boss, what's the problem?"
Simon quickly swept through other news, continued to turn the page, and said, "commercial competition. We have our own arms sales network in Central Africa. Recently, there are still people who want to participate. There are too many monks and too few, so they can only squeeze others out."
When the man explained this, Chen Qing immediately understood, but soon smiled and said, "the boss just told me not to break the rules. Selling arms to China and Africa should be a tacit understanding of many countries. If things get to the United Nations, no one will want to do business in case of a joint embargo?"
"Yes," Simon nodded. "Therefore, if the United Nations is involved, it is just talking. It is mainly aimed at the operation of France. By means of political party strife and public opinion pressure, France is forced to abandon its martial arts and take the initiative to stop this business. You know, there is an embargo in Africa, and everyone's business can't see the light."
Chen Qing thought for a moment and asked, "what if France uses the same means to deal with us?"
"First of all, the French system has determined that it is not easy for them to unite against anyone. Ah, this is what I have personally experienced. Second, even if they have to deal with, such as Ukraine, our main source of arms, similar means are ineffective there. Because of the level of public opinion, we have the commanding height of public opinion. For example, political party strife, up and down in Ukraine, many people are the beneficiaries of this matter, and a few do not benefit , it can't stir up waves. "
Chen Qing listened carefully and nodded her head, but she couldn't help saying, "is it always wrong to sell weapons?"
"Of course not," Simon nodded and glanced at the girl beside him. "But when did I say I was a good man?"
Chen Qing was stunned and then pasted it with a bright smile: "boss, we are the same, and I'm not a good man."
"You have problems with these three views. You have to be educated."
"Hehe."
Turning to another page, one said that the auction announcement, which was not much like an advertisement, attracted Simon's attention.
The overseas Chinese hotel by the West Lake in Hangzhou plans to hold an auction next month because of its business difficulties. The hotel covers an area of 9000 square meters and a construction area of 17000 square meters. It needs to pay a deposit of 10 million yuan.
Simon is interested mainly because he has read a related follow-up.
There was a painting in the lobby of the hotel, which was specially painted by a famous painter when the overseas Chinese hotel opened. Later, the painting appeared in the auction house, and the transaction price was as high as 200 million yuan. At the beginning, the auction price of the hotel was also 200 million yuan, which was equivalent to that the hotel owner sold a painting, recovered all the cost, and got a hotel in a prime location by the West Lake in vain.
Of course, after a lapse of more than ten years, the first reaction of many people must be different, such as inflation.
The problem is that a hotel won in 2000, not to mention others, will be put on the land more than ten years later, but the value is also far more than 200 million.
Chen Qing followed her boss's eyes again, glanced at the man around her, knew Simon's preference for China's real estate industry, and said tentatively, "boss, buy it?"