The big era starts in 1983

Chapter 481 Idle Man Zhao Fei
Since Gwyneth was surprised, he was also surprised.

Jeff Haas is now much more famous than she is.

Since Solace's many investment bank managers, senior managers of venture capital and risk control, as well as institutional traders who cooperate with the Solace family, etc., have come to listen to Jeff's lectures.

After listening to Jeff's interpretation of Sun Tzu's Art of War, the philosophy of heaven and earth nature, the inaction of heaven and earth, etc.

These have really killed the Quartet in recent months.

It is faint to become the boss of the three giant crocodiles.

Mozanque came to listen to Jeff's talk about Eastern philosophy when he was free, and the old Solace praised Jeff very well, thinking that Jeff is a very talented grandson-in-law, definitely better than some waste in the family .

Let's talk about Bai Hao.

He will find what Jeff wants.

The question is, who has ever heard that these books have beautiful Mandarin?

Bai Hao thought of someone.

Li Aimin.

Bai Hao went to find Li Aimin as soon as he got in the car.

"Uncle Li, I'm really going to the Spring Fair now. I have a very important thing to do. It's very, very important. I guess I'll be busy for a month anyway."

Li Aimin was a little dizzy when Bai Hao came running over suddenly.

After Bai Hao finished speaking, Li Aimin was an old man: "Stop, stop, what are you talking about?"

Li Aimin said that this little trick was played 20 years ago.

Bai Hao immediately said: "I want beautiful Mandarin translations of a few books, and I can't be fooled."

"What book?"

As soon as Bai Hao said it, Li Aimin also had a bitter look on his face.

But he has a way: "Come with me, I know who can do it."

There are really tall people.

The old curator of Qinzhou Provincial Museum.

Li Aimin brought two bottles of wine to find this person.

Sure enough, professional things need professional people. The old curator heard: "Well, there is indeed a version of the Tao Te Ching, decades ago, the Lin version. We have it in the provincial library, and you can copy it if you want to spend some money. Reprints are also acceptable. Also, the Nanhuajing has an anthology of Zhuangzi written by Guo Qingfan a hundred years ago, and it was translated by an unknown scribe before the founding of the People’s Republic of China. We don’t have it, and the Shanghai Stock Exchange Library should have a collection.”

"anything else?"

"I haven't heard of a beautiful mandarin script in the Chongxu Sutra, nor have I heard of the Qingjing Sutra..."

Bai Hao asked: "Who is the author of the Qingjing Sutra?"

"It should be Lao Tzu. The opening sentence: The Dao is invisible. I think it can only be Lao Tzu."

Bai Hao clasped his hands: "Old curator, I'll pay for it. How about translating it into beautiful Mandarin for us, but it must be of a high enough level."

The old curator thought for a while: "This is not a matter of money, but that you must really understand the translation. This kind of book cannot be translated by words, it needs artistic conception. How about this, let me contact you. It’s a good thing, but you have to remember that if you want to do this kind of thing, you must do it well and do your best.”

"Understood, understood, thank you for your old age."

After coming out from the old curator, Li Aimin asked, "What do you want this book for?"

"I don't want it either. Jeff Haas wants it. He said he wants some, and the quantity will not be small. Uncle Li, can I not agree to your matter, so I have to do it if it's not easy, and I have to help him get it done no matter what." Bought the book."

"I want it, I want it." Li Aimin also thought that it was necessary to help out of friendship.

The Haas family has invested a lot in Xia Guo, and based on this alone, as long as there are a few hundred books, they are too embarrassed to charge money for such a trivial matter.

After finishing this matter, Bai Hao said to Li Aimin: "Uncle Li, I invite you to dinner."

"I want to eat." Li Aimin didn't refuse. After getting into Bai Hao's car, Li Aimin said, "Next time, don't do such things like these little devils. If you have something to do, just say it. If you can help me, I will help you. If you can't, I will tell you. What do you think? You are still a young worker back then, and you are now the director of the Ninth Factory."

Bai Hao laughed out loud.

Li Aimin stretched out his hand and pointed forward: "Come on, let's eat something good today, Jingzhao Wu-[-] Restaurant."

"Okay." Bai Hao readily agreed.

In Jingzhao, this restaurant is definitely a time-honored brand. It is a bit too old to say that it has a history of 50 years, but it must have existed for [-] years.In recent years, a master of Huaiyang cuisine has come. The Huaiyang series of eight major stews are definitely authentic dishes.

In terms of the size of the hotel, Jingzhao is also worthy of the number.

There are nearly 700 regular workers and more than 100 chefs at all levels.

Bai Hao and Li Aimin arrived at the place, parked their cars, and were about to walk towards the main entrance, when they saw a group of chefs holding a rolling pin and pushing one person to the corner, ready to start a fight.

The one who was pressed against the corner grabbed the plate in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth first.

Bai Hao usually avoids this matter, watching the excitement is not his habit.

But he glanced at it inadvertently.

It turned out to be Zhao Fei.

Bai Hao stretched out his hand: "Don't hit, stop."

The chefs stopped, but snatched the plate from Zhao Fei's hand.

Bai Hao walked over and squatted down: "Why are you so cowardly?" He said and passed a cigarette over, Zhao Fei took it politely and bit it in his mouth: "A match."

Bai Hao handed over the lighter.

Zhao Fei just sat on the ground: "Just after the Chinese New Year, I was released on the seventh day of the lunar new year because I was a person who had made great contributions. My family didn’t give me a good face because I went in, and the neighbors looked down on me.”

"Normal." Bai Hao smiled.

Zhao Fei went on to say: "I wanted to find a part-time job, but the part-time workers still hugged each other. I, a newcomer, can't get a good job, and I don't have much strength."

Bai Hao asked: "Then, let's go here to grab food from the restaurant, and then go in again, at least we can eat and drink, right?"

Zhao Fei stretched out his hand: "Give me another cigarette."

Bai Hao handed over a bag, and Zhao Fei took it and said, "It was left over by someone else. These days, I was beaten for eating leftovers. I'll find someone to reason with."

Bai Hao raised his head and asked the people in the hotel: "He has influenced the guests."

The person in the hotel replied: "Not really, but our restaurant is qualified for foreign affairs. This is embarrassing to Jingzhao."

Bai Hao got up and walked in front of Li Aimin: "Uncle Li, that man's name is Zhao Fei, he's an idler with a little skill, I'm going to train him, and help me do a few things in Fujian Province, Yi Island, and Wa Island. If you don't mind, ask him to have dinner together, if you mind, I'll give him some money and find him another day."

"I don't mind." Li Aimin wanted to see what talent this idler could have.

After getting Li Aimin's consent, Bai Hao walked towards the door, and then said to the people in the hotel, "Give me a private room, a senior one. I'm Bai Hao of the Ninth Factory, and that's Secretary Li of the Industrial Department."

"Please, please."

In fact, when Bai Hao arrived, half of the people here recognized him.

Bai Hao said to Zhao Fei again: "Get up and wash your face, and then come over to eat. My meal can't be eaten for free, so do something for me later."

"Me?" Zhao Feixin said, what can an idler like me do for a big man like you.

In Jingzhao, idlers are equal to street slippers.

But Zhao Fei still went to wash his face and tidy himself up, he didn't want to miss this opportunity.

　idler.

　　Leisure (HAN, the pronunciation of Han.)
　　In dialect, it means Tongjieliuzi
　　
　
(End of this chapter)