Zhutian Film and Television: Happiness starts from childhood

Early the next morning, Zhao Hao washed up and made a sumptuous breakfast in the kitchen. By the way, he invited his neighbor across the street, Ms. Wang, to come and have dinner with him.

Ms. Wang, who was also used to getting up early, did not refuse. In fact, she smelled the aroma of the food at his home when she was breathing fresh air on the balcony. She originally thought it was cooked by the nanny, but she did not expect that it was actually cooked by Zhao Hao himself.

She looked at Zhao Hao in surprise, then at the finely crafted side dishes on the table, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Zhao, I didn't expect you to know how to cook."

Zhao Hao, who was standing at the table, smiled and pulled out the chair for her and asked her to sit on it. He sat opposite her and explained very relaxedly:

"When I was a child, I was often at home alone, and my parents went to work, so I learned to cook by myself. Come and try the dishes I cook to see if they taste good."

"Well, it looks good." Miss Wang picked up the chopsticks with a smile.

Northern pancakes, spicy and sour potato shreds, cold cucumbers with schizonepeta, Zhao Hao's favorite sauce beef and a bowl of millet porridge are simply standard ingredients for a well-off life.

The two chatted while eating, and Miss Wang stopped talking about asking him not to mess with the Qilin Club, because even her persuasion was useless, so it was better not to say anything.

And from her contact with Zhao Hao in the past two days, she can feel that he is a person with great ideas, not the kind of person who invests blindly.

"By the way, you went through some procedures at our unit last time because you wanted to engage in foreign trade business. You should have contacts in this field while studying abroad, right?" Miss Wang asked with a smile.

Zhao Hao nodded, smiled and explained to her that he would be engaged in some relatively high-end trade, and would also import and export some electronic products.

Nowadays, it is developing rapidly and the demand for such products is also great. It will make money to engage in this kind of business.

Zhao Hao originally thought about doing foreign exchange, but when he thought about his limited energy, he gave up the idea and turned to stocks and foreign trade.

There is another aspect that forces him to give up foreign exchange, that is, Mr. Bao does not do this. What he needs to do must overlap with Mr. Bao, so that he can defeat Mr. Bao.

After finishing the meal, Miss Wang looked at Zhao Hao with satisfaction, her bright eyes shining with dazzling light. She found that she was full of curiosity about the man in front of her, and even felt that he was better than Mr. Baodu, whom she admired more.

Of course, this feeling was only momentary. She had a deep relationship with Mr. Bao, and she had a vague fondness for Mr. Bao, which could not be said to be true or false.

She had always felt that she should like Mr. Bao before, but since she met Zhao Hao, she felt that she liked men like Zhao Hao more, which also caused her to feel less strange about Mr. Bao. The most innocent friendship remains.

After finishing the meal, Miss Wang stood up and said goodbye with a smile, and Zhao Hao sent her out. The two waved goodbye, looking at each other like the hero and heroine in In the Mood for Love before saying goodbye.

Not long after she left, Zhao Hao also walked out of the house in a neat suit. The bodyguard was already waiting downstairs. When he saw him, he professionally opened the car door and welcomed him in.

In the car, Zhao Hao glanced at his watch. It was already half past eight, and the market would be about to open when he arrived at the private room to start working.

Today, I have to show my purpose and avoid future troubles. The pressure is really not small.

Zhao Hao closed his eyes and rested, thinking about all the things he had to do, sorting out every link, and only relaxed after making sure there were no problems.

When he returned to the private room where he worked, his secretary Xiao Liu came up to him naturally, handed him a cup of hot tea that he had prepared, and at the same time reported the news he had learned this morning.

Some of these news are true or false, and some of them are deliberately released by Qilin just to confuse the public. Zhao Hao did not take those incredible fake news to heart, but he also made his own judgment on the market sentiment, that is, everyone felt that they would lose.

As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. No matter how capable Zhao Hao is, facing the most powerful local Qilin Club, it will be useless even if he is capable. Because he has a shallow foundation, his ability cannot be used to its fullest.

Because he has been operating here for a short time, he is slower to receive news than Qilin, and more local people believe in Qilin than in him.

If Qilin would gain the upper hand, then he believed that those waiting and watching would not hesitate to step on him and give him a fatal blow.

But if you gain an advantage, those people may step forward and give you a kick. Everyone is profit-seeking. There is no distinction between friends and enemies. As long as you can make money.

Zhao Hao leaned on the sofa, looked at the time, and then said to Secretary Liu:

"Let's start, let those guys from the Qilin Association know our true purpose, and beat them down."

"Understood." Secretary Liu nodded, walked to the desk next to him, picked up the phone, and issued action instructions to his traders.

As a new day of trading begins, everyone is paying attention to how the so-called Mr. Zhao will compete with Qilinhui, and who is more powerful between the two.

As soon as he appeared on the scene, Zhao Hao showed great strength and pushed up the price of the stock forcefully, letting everyone know that he was powerful and had enough money.

In this way, his behavior attracted many people to follow suit, and the stocks he picked really rose a lot.

His strength is tantamount to the most powerful slap in the face of the Qilin Society. What will naturally greet him is the undisguised revenge of the Qilin Society.

When the market closed in the morning, the stock price raised by Zhao Hao was once again pushed down by Qilinhui. The atmosphere in the entire market became tense and heated due to the battle between the two parties.

In just one morning, Zhao Hao lost another nearly 10 million, and he might lose even more in the afternoon.

But he knew that the Qilin Club's funds were almost exhausted by him. If they dealt with him wholeheartedly, they would definitely not be able to completely defend themselves in other aspects.

This was his own strategy of seducing the east and attacking the west. The purpose was to confuse the public and make Qilin think that his reckless behavior was youthful and frivolous, so as to lower his guard against him.

As long as they underestimate the enemy, they may successfully anchor the Qilin Society, tear off a piece of meat from their mouths, and truly gain a foothold on the Yellow River Road.

In the morning, the manager of Zhizhenyuan sent the invitation again, but Zhao Hao was still lukewarm, did not show any interest, and did not say whether he wanted to go.

After having lunch in the private room, he sorted out the opinions of all parties on his action and the trends of the Kirin Club.

Everything was not much different from what he expected, but the Qilin Club was indeed not weak and had a lot of funds.

At the opening of the afternoon, Zhao Hao's momentum weakened, but he was still using his own strength to pull up, but Qilinhui's reaction was even stronger, as if he was going to suppress him to the ground.

This time, those onlookers saw clearly that the Qilin Club was still the best in this place! (End of chapter)