Although Fu Ping'an is in a bad situation now, his monthly salary as a security captain is only more than 4,000 yuan, which is only enough to make a living in Shenzhen, Li Ke's sky-high monthly salary of 100,000 yuan made him feel a strong sense of rejection. He didn't know where this confidence came from, but he felt unhappy from the bottom of his heart.

"I can't do it if I have a good intention." Fu Ping'an replied.

This time it was Li Ke's turn to be confused. He couldn't think of a security guard who would refuse a 100,000 monthly salary and a bright future, but he quickly came back and smiled and said, "I understand, you, like me, have come to experience life at the grassroots level. I said, it is impossible for a person who has become a security guard to master two foreign languages."

Li Ke's thinking is very flexible and fast. He always felt that Fu Ping'an was not like an ordinary person. This point was very obvious in foreign language level. There was a saying in ancient times that "poor literature and wealthy martial arts" means that children from poor families study and children from rich families practice martial arts. The logical relationship behind this is that learning literature only requires a lower tuition fee, and rote memorizing the Four Books and Five Classics. However, learning martial arts requires hiring a master. It is a good salary. A master may not be enough. The more you hire, the more you learn, and this is not something that a poor family can afford.

In today's era, the cost of learning English is similar to practicing martial arts. Only children from rich families have the money to hire foreign teachers with pure accents, go to private schools, often go abroad to travel or even live. The accent that they have learned under this lifestyle is authentic. Fu Ping'an was a migrant worker in his early years and his family was not in good condition. There is only one possibility. He has experienced an extraordinary life like himself in recent years. Judging from his conversation and manner, Li Ke's conjecture can be verified.

"If you can't do it, don't force it. Let's make friends, come and drink." Li Ke asked Fu Ping'an with a full drink and said, "I will call the property tomorrow and ask them to waive Zhang Weina's rent in the second half of the year, and the rent will be reduced by half next year."

"I thank you for Mr. Zhang, for your sake." Fu Ping'an drank a glass of wine and held Li Ke's hand. The two shook hands for a minute, instead of a paper contract. The word "friend" is a target for people like Hua Mancang, but for Fu Ping'an, it is a contract. You respect me one foot and I respect you for a long time. Li Ke is very smart and the way to retain people is also clever. He gives kindness to others that cannot be refused. The two of them are tacit and are both satisfied with the result.

"Swim with me." Li Ke said, "I like to lie in the pool and drink."

The two drank very late in the swimming pool and chatted a lot. In the end, Li Ke was drunk and was helped by the nanny to rest. Fu Ping'an put on a bathrobe and went to the rooftop to watch the night sky quietly.

On the rooftop of another villa not far away, there was also a person looking up at the stars. She is Yang Qihang, deputy general manager of China Merchants Group. 25 years ago today, she left her hometown and came to Shenzhen. She started as a clerk in Shekou Industrial Park and has been at this position today. She has gone through four companies and eight positions and has been abroad for a long time and has made great contributions to the development of the country's economy. Recently, there are rumors that she will leave the company and go to a more challenging job. Standing on the frontier of reform and opening up in Shenzhen, she recalls the past and thinks about the present, is full of confidence, and although it is already late at night, she has no sleepiness.

Another thing that made Yang Qihang worry about was that her sister's son Jie Xiaoming was driven to Shenzhen by her parents and insisted on letting her aunt discipline her. Yang Qihang had the most affection for this naughty nephew since childhood. In her sad and confused years, it was the three-year-old nephew who brought emotional comfort, smoothed the pain, and set sail again.

Jie Xiaoming is already twenty-eight years old, has no career and no fixed girlfriend, and his parents can't discipline him. Does he have the ability? Yang Qihang is best at management. Management is not about doing everything by himself, but about allocating tasks reasonably. She feels that she wants her nephew to work hard, and the most efficient way is to bridle him and find a girlfriend who can control him.

An excellent spouse, like an excellent deskmate in primary and secondary school years, can bring the grades of poor students up. Jie Xiaoming himself has a high quality. He is a top student at Stanford and has studied at Harvard for a period of time. Therefore, those who can suppress him must be better.

Yang Qihang has a suitable candidate in his mind. The girl is Gu Tsinghua University, a bachelor's degree in Peking University, and a master's degree in Harvard. She is currently studying for a doctorate at Harvard. Her family conditions are worse. Before her father served as deputy mayor of Huaimen, she was once a colleague of Yang Qihang. She is now retired, but this combination is more perfect for a marriage.

Gu Qinghua happened to be in Shenzhen. Yang Qihang had already made an appointment with her to visit her home tomorrow. At the same time, he called her nephew over. It would be better if she had to do blind dates without any trace. Everyone would not lose face if they did not succeed.

A night rain came, and Yang Qihang went downstairs to rest. This villa was purchased by China Merchants Group's own real estate project. In 2008, she and the nanny lived with their savings. For twenty-five years, Yang Qihang had never considered getting married. Others thought she was a strong career, but in fact she had suffered a man's injury, which was so serious that her life could not bear. She loved that man, but the man cheated on him. At the same time, several girls also dated her. When she got pregnant, she asked the man to take responsibility. The man spread his hands and said that you were not the only one who was pregnant. Do you all let me be responsible? She risked the world's worst and planned to raise her child alone, but the child unfortunately died. From then on, Yang Qihang never believed in love anymore.

Thinking of her nephew's marriage, Yang Qihang fell asleep and returned to her green years. At that time, the sky was still blue, and her name was still Yang Fan.

...

The next morning, Fu Ping'an was awakened by the sound of the door opening. He slept in the villa guest room. The door was clearly locked, but the nanny forced to open the door with the key and brought in breakfast and ironed clothes. Fu Ping'an was very embarrassed, but the nanny looked indifferent. It seemed that this was also the tradition of Li Ke's family.

Fu Ping'an was pulled by Li Ke to drink when he was at work, and he didn't change his security uniform. He took off his clothes while swimming yesterday. The nanny helped him wash, dry and ironed them. After putting on it, he was full of energy. His trousers were straight and his gray security shirt also ironed out fourteen fold lines. In addition, Fu Ping'an's tall figure forced the security uniform to look like a guard of honor.

Li Ke was still sleeping and would not get up until noon. Fu Ping'an decided to go back to the park first. The villa was a distance from the park. It was really inconvenient without a driver to send him away. Outside the garage door, the driver was wiping the car, and the bodyguard was chatting with him. When the two saw Fu Ping'an coming out, they just greeted him coldly and politely, and no one planned to send him back.

Fu Ping'an doesn't ask for help. He has two legs. The servants in the rich family are divided into different levels. The nanny is inferior, and the bodyguards and assistants are high-level. When these people see new faces joining, they will inevitably feel jealous, so that they will not be as knowledgeable as them.

He also said hello and said, please help me say to Li Ke. I'll go back first, and then leave with great strides. The rain was heavy last night, and today the sun was shining, and the air in the villa area was fresh. As Fu Ping'an walked, he suddenly found a familiar feeling. He was wearing a straight uniform in a courtyard, walking like this, with his head and chest raised, and there seemed to be a passionate military song in his ears.

You can take a taxi after leaving the villa area, but Fu Ping'an is already addicted to it and wants to just walk back. He walks in the direction of the coming car at the edge of the road. This is a skill. On provincial roads that are more prone to accidents, you have to walk in the direction of the car so that you will not be hit by an out-of-control vehicle behind.

A van with a license plate of the garrison troops arrived in front of her. One of the passengers in the car was Major Luo Jin. While she closed her eyes and rested, she heard her comrades talking about passers-by: "You see, that person must be from a military background, and he forced himself to walk out of the momentum of an army."

Luo Jin opened his eyes, but only saw the man's lonely back walking beside the rolling traffic, wearing a security uniform, his belt was tightly tied, and his steps were very standard, just like the young soldiers in the camp, even walking with a sharp look.

"Well, he must be a retired soldier. Those who have served as soldiers will be soldiers all their lives." Luo Jin withdrew her gaze. She had to stay for at least one week when she returned to the logistics base this time, and she had time to meet her friends.

...

Xie Xiaoming held the steering wheel of the Porsche Paramela. He had not driven for several months. After the accident last time, his father helped him settle everything and revoked his driver's license to prevent the next accident. In my mother's words, no matter how many people you hit and die, you can handle it. If you break yourself up, you can't save yourself no matter how much power or money you have. But Xie Xiaoming just couldn't help driving. He had been dormant in Shenzhen for several months and could not hold it in. Today he came to my aunt's appointment. He knew it was actually a blind date, so he requisitioned his best friend Wang Peng and his car.

Wang Peng's family is made of electrolytic aluminum. His business is in a northern province. He does a lot, but he has no political foundation. Therefore, the younger generation in his family is closer to the third generation of reds like Jie Xiaoming. The two of them have similar tastes and become dog friends. They even buy large flat floors in the same building. They usually think about how to pick up girls and do business, and wear a pair of pants.

Xie Xiaoming told Wang Peng that the blind date was a doctor from Harvard, the kind of person he hated the most.

"Think about it, female doctors in ordinary universities are perverted enough, let alone female doctors from Harvard." Xie Xiaoming's expression was very rich when he said this.

"If you don't like it, just push it. You don't have to give your aunt a face." Wang Peng said.

"That's not possible. I can't give my dad or my mom's face, but I must give my aunt a face. My aunt loves me the most, and my aunt has no children. I am her child. After a hundred years, her property will be mine. By the way, I heard that my aunt will be promoted to the deputy ministerial level next. There is no position in the company. I may go to which province to be the deputy governor. My dad has found someone to calculate for my aunt. In terms of career, she will be the next Wu Yi."

"Good, that's the Vice Premier, it's considered a vice-national level?" Wang Peng was shocked.

"That's right, the vice-national level, my aunt exchanged her personal happiness for her whole life." Xie Xiaoming drove the car at a speed. He knew that he had not drunk or attracted fans today, and there was no problem. At most, he would drive without a license. That's all.

"After I have a look, you will go up and Dr. Harvard will give it to you." Jie Xiaoming said with a smile.

"I'm here to block the gun for you. There's no way, who made you my brother?" Wang Peng pretended to be a bitter smile, "I haven't tasted the taste of a Harvard female doctor."

Behind their Paramela was an inconspicuous taxi. Gu Tsinghua sat in the car and stared at the scenery outside the window. Aunt Yang asked her to have lunch. This was an invitation that could not be refused, so she pushed another date to come to the appointment.

Aunt Yang is not old, less than 50 years old this year, and is already a director-level leader of a state-owned enterprise. As a woman, you can imagine that Gu Tsinghua admires such a strong woman, but does not want to be such a person. She prefers to study than management.

It rained last night, and the water piled up on the road was not emptying. Xie Xiaoming suddenly saw a large pond dozens of meters ahead, and there was a cleaner wearing an orange reflective vest on the side of the road. He laughed: "Wang Peng, you're ready!"

Paramela suddenly accelerated and drove over, and one side of the wheel raised a water curtain more than two meters high, which made the cleaner feel cold.

The two of them burst into laughter heartlessly.

"Accurate strikes are awesome!" Wang Peng said.

"That's necessary, take a shower for her, it's free."

There was a red light in front, and Jie Xiaoming quickly braked and stopped unhappily.

"This is not like Ming Shao's style. It's so awesome to just rush for lights." Wang Peng joked. For them, running a red light is indeed nothing.

"Low, stay quiet today." Xie Xiaoming said.

In the taxi immediately following behind, Gu Qinghua saw this scene clearly and couldn't help but lament that the economic level has improved and the national quality has not improved.

"It's just a beast." The taxi driver cursed, and slowed down and stopped the car and waited for the red light.

The cleaner, who was poured by mud and water, stood there cleaning her clothes. She didn't dare to ask for an explanation. The cleaner was the lowest class in society and could bully them if she was an individual.

Everything was seen by Fu Ping'an who was coming towards him. He rose from his heart and stopped him in front of Paramela's car: "Get out of the car, apologize!"

"No, who are you? Do you think you are a traffic policeman?" Wang Peng poked his head out and looked at the security guard in confusion.

Xie Xiaoming thrust the accelerator with big feet, and Paramela made a roar. If something hadn't happened, he would have hit the accelerator and killed him.

Gu Qinghua also saw Fu Ping'an. She recognized at a glance that this was the boy who spoke lanterns and encouraged her on the eve of the college entrance examination. Later, unfortunately failed the exam but never gave up his dream. I don’t know what he had experienced in the past few years. He came to Shenzhen from his hometown and put on a security uniform. However, from his eyes and his straight standing posture as straight as a javelin, it can be seen that he was still the boy.

The luxury car roared, and Fu Ping'an remained motionless, but in Gu Tsinghua's eyes it was another scene:

Under the clear sky, the young man stood in front of the evil dragon with his sword, and his heroic posture was like the most arrogant eagle in the sky.
Chapter completed!