Chapter 218 Blind Date (Part ) "What would Mr. Song do with such an expensive gift?" What Chen Peisong meant by "precious" was the Changbai Mountain snow ginseng which looked very good. As for the thermos, he didn't care that much about it. "My friend gave me several of these. You can't eat too much of this kind of thing. It just so happens that our two families are having dinner together, so I brought a box over. But before you eat it, it's best to go see a Chinese doctor to check your pulse and see if it's suitable for you..." Song Zuoming was also an old hand at social occasions, and he took the small topic of "how to take supplements" and narrated it in a torrent of words. Occasionally, I also tell the story of two friends whose health deteriorated because they took supplements indiscriminately. Then, it gradually expanded from "supplements" to the "medical and health care" section, and from "health care" to "domestic and foreign medical development trends". The atmosphere in the box did not last even for half a second. The "point-to-surface" way of conversation is a very effective way to warm up the atmosphere in social gatherings, especially for several people who are not very familiar with each other. However, this places high demands on users, requiring not only the confidence to be able to recite fluently, but also the accumulation of social experience, and finally, the ability to think about industry phenomena.
Why is it that at the end of some drinking parties, everyone will only listen to one person speaking? In addition to the other person's high status, rich experience and profound thoughts are all ways to form his (her) personal charm. Chen Peisong and Chen Zhuo in the box also have this ability, but since Old Chen is present, Chen Zhuo did not respond. Chen Peisong has been working at the grassroots level for a long time. He has a different perspective on issues and a strong sense of life, which complements Song Zuoming's views very well. So before Old Chen could say a few words, Song Zuomin realized that this man was not simple, so he took a sip of tea and asked, "Um...you are..." Before he finished speaking, Chen Peisong knew the meaning of the song: "I work at Luhu Subdistrict Office, and my wife is a doctor at the First People's Hospital of the city." "Oh~" Song Zuoming nodded. This is a combination of "civil servant + doctor". In the domestic environment, this kind of family may not be very rich, but it is definitely not short of money, and it has a high degree of social recognition. Chen Peisong's job was not beyond his expectations. Although Song Zuoming worked in a state-owned enterprise, he also had a regular position, and officials could sense each other's "smell". When they first met at the police station in high school, Song Zuoming roughly guessed Chen Peisong's identity. "Luhu Subdistrict belongs to Yuexiu, right? Tao Zhenguang is my classmate in the Party School." Song Zuoming thought for a moment and said. This is similar to the question we often asked when we were kids, "Do you know XXX in the fifth grade?" This is not to show off, but to warm up the relationship after a first meeting through a third person whom we both know. "District Chief Tao." Chen Peisong smiled and replied: "Our entire district has to listen to his instructions, and I sometimes have to report to District Chief Tao on my work." Tao Zhenguang is the mayor of Yuexiu District, and Song Zuoming is the executive director of CITIC Securities. They have the same rank, deputy director general. No wonder they were classmates at the Party School. If he is the chairman, Song Zuoming would be a senior official, or even a higher-ranking official. However, just half a step away from officialdom is a chasm, and the competition becomes more intense as you move up the ladder. Song Zuoming has never served as a person in charge of a related banking system, so it is unlikely that he will be offered the position of chairman. Of course, this is the ceiling for ordinary people. Although the securities system is managed vertically and may not have many resources locally, the income is very high and the network of contacts in the financial circle is deep.
In fact, Song Zuoming was also thinking that since he was able to report his work to District Chief Tao, he should be at least a deputy director. Therefore, Chen Peisong should be the director or deputy director of Luhu Sub-district. Song Zuoming sighed silently. His wife was quite outrageous. She actually said that Chen Zhe was a money-sucking Phoenix man. As expected, when it came to their daughter, she became so angry that she even lost her normal thinking ability. Besides, she didn't come here today, which needs to be explained no matter what. Song Zuomin certainly couldn't say that his wife didn't approve of Chen Zhuo's relationship with his daughter, so he made up a reason: "My wife Lu Man is a professor at Huazhong Agricultural University, but she happened to have a mission at school today, so she didn't come..." Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin looked at each other. They had already noticed that Song Shiwei's mother was not there, but out of politeness they did not ask. As a result, the reason given by Song Zuoming was not unacceptable, but it sounded a little thin to Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin. Especially Dr. Mao, she treated this dinner as a "blind date" and spent two hours just trying on clothes last night. As a result, Song Shiwei's mother was not present. What do you mean? Do you look down on our Chen Zhuo? Song Zuomin also noticed the subtle change in the expressions of Old Chen and his wife, and was about to continue to elaborate on this reason, when Chen Zuo said as if inadvertently: "The end of the year seems to be quite busy in school. There is a professor from CUHK in our company who has also been working overtime in the office on weekends. He said he has to write summaries, prepare final exams, and help students revise graduation theses, and he is often busy until the early hours of the morning before he can rest." "Is that so?" Mao Xiaoqin was stunned for a moment. She might not believe what others said about Doctor Mao, but she could believe what Chen Zhuo said because this was her own son. And only when Chen Zhuo helped to explain it did it seem just right. "Then you have to remind Professor Lu." Mao Xiaoqin said kindly: "Staying up too late is bad for your health. No matter how busy you are at work, you must have regular physical examinations..." Then they talked about some measures for adults to take care of their bodies. This is Mao Xiaoqin's expertise, and everyone listened to her. The little disturbance just now was just resolved like that. Song Zuoming couldn't help but look at Chen Zhuo a few more times, thinking that this kid spoke at the right time, and after speaking he did not try to steal the limelight, but listened quietly to his elders' speech. When he saw that everyone's teacups were empty, he would stand up and refill their cups from time to time. His arms were steady and his expression was calm. He did not seem to be at all stage frightened. “Smart and low-key.” Song Zuoming's impression of Chen Zhuo increased a lot without him noticing. "Chen, your website is pretty good." After a while, Song Zuomin found a topic and finally focused his attention on Chen Zhuo: "What are your plans for the next step?" "Uncle Song is asking about my plans for the future or for this website?" Chen asked calmly and calmly. “Of course it’s the website’s plan.” Song Zuomin smiled and said, "You have only been in your freshman year for half a semester. It is too early to talk about the future now." "As for the website, the next step is to expand the publicity..."
So Chen told TV stations about his plan to advertise. "So you think highly of the Learning Network project?" Song Zuoming was a little surprised because the cost of advertising on TV is not small. "I have to give it a try. I plan to invest all the profits from stock trading into it." Chen showed a youthful smile that only belongs to his age: "Even if the project fails in the end, I haven't lost anything, but if I don't try, I may not be able to sleep at night." “Capable and daring to try.” Song Zuomin put another label on Chen Zhuo. At this time, the floor manager opened the box and started serving the dishes. Song Zuoming had already decided on the dishes when booking the room. The advantage of this is that the dishes can be served together so that the guests don't have to wait for a long time. Almost all of them are Bingsheng’s signature dishes, including braised abalone with black truffle and yam, fish maw soaked in loofah and fresh mushrooms, steamed crab with homemade gravy, and smooth tofu cooked with crab meat in golden soup... Finally, a plate of "stone" that looks like bread is served. “This is a pineapple bun.” Song Zuomin introduced: "This is a new dish developed by Bingsheng. My wife thinks it has a very chewy taste. You can try it too." Then everyone started to eat, and at this time they were divided into three distinct teams. Mao Xiaoqin and Song Shiwei chatted while eating. Of course, it was mainly Empress Dowager Mao who talked more, but it also felt that Song Shiwei spent her life responding to those family matters. Song Zuomin and Chen Peisong talked about current social issues and occasionally expressed their personal opinions; Chen Zhe is a team leader, and it would be more comfortable if he could eat quietly. However, sometimes Song Zuoming would also throw a few questions at him. For example, why are you optimistic about the future stock market trend in China, why did you want to start a business in the first place, and will the learning network have new ideas in the future... In fact, there are some things that the executive director of CITIC Securities simply doesn't bother to know, but as a father of a girl, Song Zuoming needs to know them clearly. Fortunately, Chen's responses were relatively modest, and one could sense his confidence from his few words, but overall he still summarized himself as "I'm lucky, the times gave me opportunities, and others laid a solid foundation..." Around 1: in the afternoon, everyone had almost finished eating and were having a good chat, except for Mao Xiaoqin who was holding Song Shiwei's hand and was unwilling to let go. So Song Zuomin called the waiter to prepare for the bill, but the waiter looked at Chen and said, "This gentleman has already paid." "What are you doing?" Song Zuomin frowned. But before he could say anything, the waiter came in with a take-away box. "This is?" Song Zuoming didn't quite understand. "Uncle Song just said Aunt Lu likes the pineapple buns here." Chen stood up and said, "I'll just pack one. I hope Aunt Lu will find it tastes the same as when it was fresh out of the oven."
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