On the weekend, Qin Ze and his sister went back to their parents' house. No, they went back home. After all, he and his sister had not started a family yet, and their household registration had not been moved out. It was not appropriate to describe it as "going back to their parents' house."
Wang Zijin also came. When she first came to Shanghai, the old man and Qin Ma were very polite to her. During that period, because of her relationship with Qin Ze, there was an awkward period.
A daughter's best friend came to the house as a guest, and a son's future daughter-in-law came to the house as a guest, were two completely different things.
Fortunately, Qin Ma had a gentle temperament and liked this daughter-in-law. Wang Zijin was also very reasonable (scheming and black-bellied). The two sides easily changed their mentality and their relationship became more intimate.
The old man was particularly melancholy. He liked Su Yu. Wang Zijin came to the house as a guest every three to five days, but Su Yu rarely came. She came once on New Year's Eve last year, and never came again.
Fortunately, the two had been communicating in private and occasionally called. Every time the country had a new policy or big news in the financial industry, Su Yu would call the old man to have an academic exchange.
She continued to make a good impression on her future father-in-law.
Even though Wang Zijin gave people a good impression, even their own children (Salted Fish Ze Yingying Monster) were biased, let alone their daughter-in-law.
The old man had been holding back a sentence in his heart to say to Su Yu: You should be more careful. If you don't come to the house, how can you compete with Wang Zijin?
When he said those words, he always felt that his father was boasting.
Cultured people were thin-skinned, so it was difficult to say.
In the living room, the man and the woman were clearly separated. The father and son were discussing financial facts, while the mother and daughter, together with a daughter-in-law, were watching Zhen Huan.
The father and son were talking happily. In ancient times, scholars liked to get together and talk about words. It was the same now. The more knowledge, the more they liked to talk. So the old man was finally satisfied with his son, because his son could already keep up with his rhythm.
It was incredible. If it was a year and a half ago, he and his son would talk about macroeconomics, and his son would be confused and add a caption: What are you talking about?
As for Qin Ma, they were watching Zhen Huan in the Palace. At her mother's request, her sister brought home the USB with the film source.
This drama was too popular. Ever since it was broadcast, it had quickly captured the hearts of countless aunties. Other than square dancing, watching TV at home to catch up on Zhen Huan had become an essential entertainment activity in their lives.
Nowadays, the aunties held up half the sky for the television station's viewership ratings.
The only discordant thing was Qin Bao Bao's constant spoilers, saying that this An Lingrong would be bad in the future, saying that Zhen Huan would cuckold the Emperor in the future, saying that in fact, the Chunyuan Empress was also killed by the Empress.
Qin Ma couldn't bear it any longer. She grabbed her daughter's earlobe and said angrily, "You've finished telling me everything. What am I supposed to watch?"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch. Mom, please be gentle." Qin Bao Bao bitterly begged for mercy.
As it turned out, spoilers were unforgivable in the eyes of all kinds of people.
"Bao Bao, do you still remember Auntie Zhou downstairs?" Qin Ma asked casually while watching the drama.
"What's wrong?"
"Her daughter is married, and she married well. The man's family has three or four suites, and it's a state-owned enterprise." Qin Ma said with an envious tone.
"A state-owned enterprise?" Qin Bao Bao said angrily, "He works himself to death, but he's not as good as your son's. How is she married well?"
This kind of unconsciously comparing her brother with other men made Wang Zijin and Qin Ma frown slightly.
"She's married anyway, and she's one year younger than you. You haven't heard from her until now. Wang Zijin is better than you. "Qin Ma said.
"Bah," Qin Bao Bao was displeased with her mother's belittling remarks and snorted, "She doesn't have a boyfriend, how is she better than me?"
Qin Ma: "Oh, then Zijin should work hard too."
Wang Zijin felt goosebumps all over her body. "…"
Auntie Qin was a scheming person.
She was just testing Qin Bao Bao to see if she knew about her relationship with Qin Ze.
This kind of question could be asked directly to her daughter, there was no need to test at all. This meant that her previous guess was right. Auntie Qin also knew about her daughter's brother complex.
Thus, new doubts arose. Children's mental health problems could be discussed frankly and unfairly. They were not in the rebellious period of youth, and everyone was an adult. Moreover, Qin Bao Bao's brother complex was obviously very serious. It would take a long time for it to be fixed.
Then, what was Auntie Qin afraid of?
Wang Zijin couldn't understand, and she couldn't figure it out. She just felt that there was something strange about it. Because it was difficult to talk about the matter, she didn't even have the thought of asking Qin Ze in private.
When do you and your sister plan to stop controlling each other?
Your mother seems to know about it, but she chose not to say it. What was she afraid of?
She couldn't ask at all.
They chatted until nine o 'clock, and the old master returned to the study. Qin Ze lay on the other side of the sofa and stretched comfortably.
I've finally satisfied my father's appetite. I've finally become a qualified son. In fact, it was quite boring. In Qin Ze's knowledge, the things he and his father talked about were too shallow.
It was like a university student and a primary school student talking about the multiplication table.
The old master's level was at most a third-year middle school student. Qin Ze relied on the skill books he got from the system and was already a glorious university student.
That was why he could earn a lot of money in the financial world, and the old master could only be a university professor.
In order to not disappoint his father and become an outstanding son, he endured a lot of beatings and brainwashing.
Under his father's whipping, he studied hard and opened up new ideas. He suffered a lot.
Every time he thought about it, there was only one sentence that could describe it: Memories make me want to cry …
"Go, move your smelly feet away." Qin Bao Bao slapped his feet away.
"Help me massage the soles of my feet. I'm tired." Qin Ze put his big feet on his sister's round thighs.
"Go away." Qin Bao Bao sneered and waved her small hands to block his feet.
Qin Ze kept teasing his sister with his feet. He kicked her legs, her arms, and her butt. Qin Bao Bao waved her small hands and slapped his feet away every time, but Qin Ze just wouldn't let her go.
"Mom, he's so annoying." Qin Bao Bao complained to her mother.
Qin Ma's mouth twitched. If she remembered correctly, his girlfriend seemed to be the one beside her. She looked at Wang Zijin and found that she was also twitching her mouth.
"Ah, I'm a little sleepy. I'll go back to my room and lie down for a while. Mom, did you help me change the sheets?" Seeing Sister Ziwei's dark little face, Qin Ze hurriedly sat up and left.
He didn't know why, but when he stepped into his 20-square-meter room, he felt like he was at home. The room he lived in now was too big. The living room was too big, and the bathroom was too big. Although he could take a bath with Sister Ziwei, only here could he smell the familiar scent.
This was the room he had slept in for more than ten years.
Although he and his sister hadn't lived at home for many years, Qin Ma still cleaned their children's room every day, changed the sheets and quilts from spring to autumn.
He lay on the bed, thinking about the recent mission issued by the system, thinking about Su Yu.
Su Yu's mental state wasn't very good at first. Although she was comforted by Qin Ze, what happened happened couldn't be quickly healed by words. Instead, it took time to settle and accept.
But when Qin Ze told Su Yu his thoughts, her fighting spirit suddenly rose.
Previously, the few companies were independent and each did their own thing. Even if Qin Ze abandoned any of the companies, it wouldn't be enough to hurt them. Therefore, even if she became a major shareholder of Baoze, Su Yu didn't have much sense of security.
But if a group was established, all the resources and funds would be integrated, and it would create a huge monster. Tian Fang, Baoze, and Amethyst couldn't even squeeze into the top 500 in the country.
But after the three merged and shared the resources, its profitability would definitely increase by several times.
And Su Yu, who controlled Baoze's investment, would occupy a pivotal position in the new group. Even if the group took off in the future, her power and position would be even more important. In this way, she would have enough capital and strength, and wouldn't have to worry about Qin Ze abandoning Baoze and abandoning her.
And in terms of intrigue in the workplace, she was confident that she could beat Wang Zijin and Qin Bao Bao.
Suddenly, her future was bright.
The only regret was that her stomach hadn't improved so far. In the past, she deliberately avoided the dangerous period. Later, she tried several times but didn't get pregnant. Su Yu specifically consulted the doctor and did a physical examination. There was no problem with her body. The doctor said that there was no rush and that she could take it slowly. After all, giving birth to a child was different from giving birth to a piglet.
She could only take it slowly. It wasn't like she could crowdsource a child.
Qin Ze thought about what he could do before the merger, or what he should do before going public.
The most important thing was to improve the performance and capital of each company. Then, when they went public, the stock price would take off.
Even if Dongfeng Technology had the blueprints, it would lack time to manufacture the equipment and immediately put it on the market. But there should be no problem by the end of the year.
As for Tian Fang, Zhen Huan had just become popular, and the company's reputation had increased a lot. If he wanted to make money, he could continue to make movies. But in a year and a half, he had made five to six movies. His production was as high as a sow. If this continued, the title of 'Fast Shooter' would be retired and replaced with 'Machine Gunner'.
Relying on the fact that there were people in Shanghai's Guangming Bureau, his movies had been cutting the queue. This was the only way to achieve high production.
On the other hand, Baoze could use his connections to convert private placement to public placement. This was a bit difficult, and public placement would be subject to more supervision. If it was converted to public placement, it wouldn't be suitable to merge into the Salted Fish Corporation.
But if it was just private placement, its potential wouldn't be as good as public placement.
Opening the chat software, Tian Fang Entertainment's artist group happened to be discussing the Golden Horse Awards at the end of the month.
"If Zhen Huan was a movie, the Best Supporting Actress award would definitely be mine."
Qian Shishi's fame had skyrocketed recently and she was a bit arrogant.
Basically, all the artists in the company had acted in Zhen Huan and they all expressed that it was a pity. "There should be a place for us in the Fei Tian Awards, Starlight Awards, and Golden Eagle Awards."
"Then I'll be the Best Actress," Ye Liu said.
Liu Wei: "You're thinking too much. Not to mention the other artists, just President Qin alone is enough to suppress you."
A B-list artist: "@ LiuWei President Baoze, please distinguish between the two Qins. Otherwise, it will feel weird when you think of Qin Ze winning the Best Actress award.
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