Zhao Jiadi was still the ordinary and common Zhao Jiadi. He ran ten laps around the playground in the morning and evening, skipped English classes and public courses. The only difference between him and other "heroes" was that those people spent this time sleeping, playing games, watching porn, and chasing girls, while Zhao Jiadi read the company financial reports sent regularly by Qi Dongcao at Zhao Sanjin's request, stayed in the library to read famous economic and philosophical works that interested him, attended lectures in prestigious universities such as Fudan University, Shanghai Jiao Tong University, and Tongji University. If there was still time left, he would go to Shanghai International Studies University to "harass" the single noble Mu Hongli.
In recent days, he got a tutoring job from an agency again, but he wasn't sure if it was reliable. He was asked to go there twice every weekend, six hours each time. The minimum monthly salary was 600 yuan, and the extra pay was linked to the degree of improvement in the student's grades. Zhao Jiadi liked something that could be clearly quantified as a percentage, so he took the job without hesitation.
After that, the university's sports meeting began to enter the registration stage. The School of Finance was the "eldest son" of their university. Relatively speaking, there were a large number of talented people, and it had always had an absolute advantage in debate competitions and various sports events. However, there was a serious disconnection in the 5000 - meter and 10000 - meter events. The sports department of the school was extremely anxious. The department head almost gave a death - order, strongly demanding that the department members find several top - notch talents by all means. The task was passed down layer by layer. In Zhao Jiadi's class, Shen Han betrayed Brother Eight - liang, who was so idle that he went to the playground every day waiting for something to happen. At first, Zhao Jiadi didn't agree. Unable to withstand the persistent persuasion of Shen Han and the class monitor combined with the student union cadres, he agreed to participate in the selection and training before the sports meeting. Since the number of applicants was very small, Zhao Jiadi was honored to directly skip the selection column. However, there wasn't much of a change. It was just that the number of laps increased from 20 to 40 every day. But Shen Han, who had already pushed him into a difficult situation, couldn't bear to see this.
Every time Zhao Jiadi returned to the dormitory sweating profusely, Marshal Shen, who was used to making a cup of Tieguanyin tea when he was bored, would feel a sense of guilt. Finally, he was willing to take out the liquor hidden deep in the cabinet and pour a full cup for Zhao Jiadi. Anyway, only he and Zhao Jiadi in the dormitory drank high - proof liquor. Today, after Shen Han served the liquor to Zhao Jiadi, he glanced at the tea canister and said casually, "Jia, there isn't much tea left. Do you have any more?"
"I'll ask grandma to send some more over." Zhao Jiadi drank up the liquor in one gulp. The feeling of the liquor burning through his intestines was really damn comfortable.
"It'd better be a bit stronger. The tea in this canister is too weak." Shen Han said casually.
"Then change to Pu'er tea." Zhao Jiadi said with a smile. Grandma liked to collect all kinds of strange and miscellaneous rare things the most. Besides houses, which were the most valuable, there were also some mutton - fat jade, jadeite, snuff bottles and many other loose pieces. However, these were all insignificant in the old lady's mind. They were all things reserved for her precious grandson, Xiao Baliang. The old lady only collected Pu'er tea, Tieguanyin tea and some old green tea of unknown origin. It was said that among the closely - guarded private goods of the old lady of the Zhao family, there was a cake of Songpinhao Pu'er tea with a history of nearly 90 years. As for Anxi Tieguanyin tea, there was only a small amount every year anyway, and most of it was "wasted" by Zhao Jiadi and the reckless Shen Han.
However, in the field of real estate, Zhao Jiadi's grandmother was almost familiar with first - and second - tier brands and their flagship products. Thanks to her son Zhao Sanjin, she had connections with many shrewd old - timers in the big real estate business. During festivals and holidays, they would enthusiastically exchange gifts. Up to now, even Zhao Sanjin didn't know how many properties this mother had bought. Twenty years ago, she began to acquire old houses across the country. Ten years ago, she started to invest in villas. Whenever she was short of money, she would ask Zhao Sanjin for it. The cash flow of Jinhai Group had always been excellent. So even if Zhao Sanjin didn't want to give money at first, he couldn't bear the old lady's feigned crying and complaining about the hardships of raising him. Every time, the result was his tragic surrender after ineffective resistance. He had to grit his teeth and continue to invest money. However, looking back now, the extremely stubborn investment with strong peasant - like consciousness of the old lady in the past two or three decades has indeed brought a potentially huge income to the family.
Protect one's own offspring, be stubborn, have sharp - tongued and mean - spirited remarks, and be shrewd and worldly - wise.
Zhao Jiadi was actually fully aware of his grandma's temper. However, he didn't have the ability to turn his grandma into a merciful Guanyin. With the strange temperament accumulated over a lifetime, Zhao Jiadi could only go along with it. All he could do was to try his best to defuse the situation when he saw the little nanny being scolded unjustly.
"I heard that Pu'er tea was hyped up a lot in the past two years. Is it expensive now?" Shen Han asked. For this guy, the speculation of Pu'er tea, the inside story of real estate, and the coal mine accidents in Shanxi were all things that were out of his reach. He could only look at them from a distance. His ideal was to hope that he could participate in these things one day and no longer be a bystander.
"It also depends on the brand and the age. The ordinary ones are not expensive, and ordinary people can drink them every day." Zhao Jiadi explained.
"At the beginning of next month is my birthday. How about going out to have fun together?" Ma Xiaotiao, sitting on a chair, said with a smile. He had a Liqun cigarette in his mouth and his feet on the desk. People in Zhejiang area all like to smoke this kind of cigarette.
"Are there any young and beautiful girls?" Li Feng, who had been immersed in "Valkyrie Profile" immediately perked up his ears and asked a crucial question that Shen Han was also curious about.
"Plenty of them." Ma Xiaotiao said with a smile, looking confident.
"First, we'll have a meal, then go to karaoke, and then go to a bar. Either Babyface or Soho 88 will do. Guan Di is also fine. I have friends singing there as resident singers. If you still have energy, don't go back to school. I'll arrange accommodation for you."
Ma Xiaotiao smiled. He was silently considering whether to arrange three single rooms in a four - star hotel for them or simply book a five - star suite. Finally, he decided to throw these rustic roommates into the Shangri - La Hotel in Shanghai. After all, he had a good impression of them and thought that they should be shown a more high - grade hotel.
"Can you also arrange beautiful girls who can chat with us until dawn?" Li Feng said cheerfully.
"This won't be arranged. It depends on your own skills. Whoever can bring a girl back to the hotel, I'll book a separate room for him. How about that? Am I a good guy?" Ma Xiaotiao had a brilliant smile. He was indeed a man that girls hardly disliked. With an air of being unapproachable and a bit of a dandy, deep down, he wasn't blindly arrogant. He also took good care of Zhao Jiadi and the other two. Although he spent less time in the dormitory than in bars and hotels, after learning that Li Feng had become the "housekeeper" of the dormitory, he specifically handed a student card with two to three thousand yuan in it to the dormitory head, asking the powerful Li Feng to be in charge of paying the water and electricity bills of the whole dormitory. Although there was a certain degree of vanity at work, anyway, he could be considered a kind - hearted rich second - generation.
"True friend."
Shen Han waved his hand grandly and said with great pride, "When Marshal Shen shows up, all the girls will fall in love with me at first sight for sure, and then start a fierce competition for us."
"Are you fantasizing again, Marshal Shen? Why don't you take someone's virginity from thousands of miles away?" Li Feng said, pouring cold water on him. Besides tidying up the dormitory until it's spotless and playing PSP games, his greatest pleasure now is bickering with Shen Han.
"Fantasizing?"
Shen Han snorted and said, "Today I'll give you a lesson. In A Dream of Red Mansions, the Fairy Disenchantment said to Jia Baoyu that you were born with a section of infatuated love in your natural disposition, and we call it 'fantasizing'. Only the two words 'fantasizing' can be understood by the heart but not conveyed by the mouth, can be grasped by spiritual perception but not expressed in words. Understand? This is the essence of fantasizing! Li Feng, you illiterate."
"Is it true or not?" Li Feng was so easily fooled that he was startled and didn't dare to retort. Shen Han had already applied to join the literature club. Besides studying calculus intensively, he would contribute to the school newspaper, so he did have some literary skills.
"Yes, it's true." Zhao Jiadi nodded. Among the four great classical novels, he liked Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Outlaws of the Marsh because there were many fierce and bold generals. He wasn't clear about A Dream of Red Mansions, but Wang Banjin had mentioned the plot of "fantasizing" before, and he had always had a very good memory.
"Damn it. This also works. Grandpa Cao Xueqin is so awesome. I'm convinced." Li Feng continued to immerse himself in the game with a heart as dead as ashes.
"Zhao Jiadi, are you really going to run the 5 - thousand - meter and 10 - thousand - meter races?" Ma Xiaotiao was just taking his legs off the table (from the position of crossing them) and video - chatting with a Zhejiang - native beauty who was loafing around in an art college. Suddenly, he remembered that Zhao Jiadi was going to work his butt off in the sports meeting.
"Yes, I'm going to run. I've already agreed." Zhao Jiadi nodded.
Ma Xiaotiao shook his head and didn't express an opinion. Obviously, in his eyes, a guy who stupidly goes to run 10,000 meters is either a madman or an idiot.