Siheyuan: My Northeastern Farmhouse

Chapter 502 Time is short
Does this count as stealing jade and beauty?
It shouldn’t count, right?

I was kicked out by my real wife
"Why are you here?" Zhu Jue gently stroked her hair behind her ears. She hadn't fallen asleep yet. Maybe she couldn't sleep at all.
"Ahem, let me see you"

"What's so good about me? I'm already old and yellow."

"How is it possible?" Gu Weijun blurted out, "She has skin as thick as fat, a smile as beautiful as a flower, gentle and virtuous, and beautiful on the outside but wise on the inside."

"No other adjective?"

"Woooo." I can only take action and have no words!
Gu Weijun's long-standing superhuman physical strength was fully displayed.
Zhu Jue beat his chest repeatedly, and finally his arms drooped weakly.
The servant helped her weakly, and the king never went to court early from now on.

She was definitely weak, and she fell into a deep sleep with tears still hanging from the corners of her eyes.

The king secretly stood up, picked up his clothes, and prepared to return to the east room. When he pushed the door open, he didn't move at all. What on earth was going on?

Gu Weijun stood there and thought for a while. He might as well go back to the West Room and see it again during the day tomorrow.

Time flies and never goes back. Two weeks passed in the blink of an eye. Gu Weijun could only reluctantly wave goodbye to Zhu Lin and Zhu Jue.

In the past two weeks, apart from being forced by the fat old man to make calculations during the day, every night was like a fairy.

Alas, why are happy times so short?

Gu Weijun boarded the plane to New York with a melancholy look on his face.

New York is as hot as ever, just like Jean Seberg and Taylor, especially when the tide rises in the silver futures market.

The ancients are indeed right, the best way to heal one relationship is to start another immediately! Gu, the scumbag, Wei Jun said so.

白银期货市场终于在75年的年初到达了13.2美刀，顾维军在10美刀的时候就开始偷偷出货，持仓成本6美刀，共持仓1亿2000万；
The average exit price is US$11. This amount, including management fees, makes a full profit of US$1 million!

Gu Weijun, no, it’s Jane Xibao, who has become a rising investment star on Wall Street!
Countless investment intentions floated over like snowflakes, but Gu Weijun asked Zhen Qianbao to confiscate so much for the time being. They were still mainly Hollywood stars, but this time sports stars were added.

Another $5000 million was collected, and together with the previous $5000 million, a million closed-end fund was formed, named Chaoyang.

However, because of the addition of some sports stars, Gu Weijun discovered that Nike's market value was only more than 2 million US dollars. It was a heavy position and a heavy position must be made!

In the blink of an eye, it was February 75, 2. Although the Liaison Office in the United States was not decorated with lights and decorations, everyone's faces were filled with joy.

Because today is the Chinese Lunar New Year, although there is no holiday, the traditional Chinese dinner of dumplings in the evening is definitely indispensable.

In the afternoon, all the foreign personnel at the liaison office began preparations, buying flour, beef, and celery, and making dumplings stuffed with beef and celery in the evening.

It's just that Gu Weijun showed up and disappeared, because not only Jean Seberg, but also Constance and Catherine came to Washington with their children.

In the presidential suite of the Four Seasons Hotel, a family is also making dumplings.

"Honey, what do you think of the dumplings I made?" Catherine showed off like a child.

"Well, very good!" Gu Weijun could only praise it against his will, "very creative."

"Dad, Dad, do you think our dumplings are good?" The two daughters, Karina and Emily, each held up something in their hands that was nothing more than a mixture of noodles and dumpling fillings.

"Well, it's great, dears, but your dumplings may need a little change."

Gu Weijun patiently taught his two daughters how to make dumplings, ignoring the layer of flour on their bodies.

Constance held the red wine glass and looked at it with a smile, "My dear, you reminded us specifically to convert the Hong Kong dollars in Hong Kong into U.S. knives last time."

“Shorting the foreign exchange market again” “How did you get the advance information?”

Gu Weijun helped his daughter wrap up the two dumplings, as if they were a bunch of strange animals.

Then he continued to roll a few balls by himself and replied casually: "After all, Xiangjiang is a small place, and the sun has set on England after all."

"If you want to continue to maintain the rapid development of Xiangjiang, you must use the U.S. dollar to make settlements."

"Otherwise, how can we continue to provide blood transfusions to the British people?"

Of course Gu Weijun would not say that this was what he saw when he read Hong Kong novels in his previous life.

So reading novels is also very useful.

"Okay." Constance suddenly felt a little inexplicable when she saw Gu Weijun and his children making dumplings together.

Silently put down the red wine glass and joined in.

"cheers!"

"Happy Spring Festival!"

Dinner is a big pot of dumplings in the middle, red wine for the adults, and drinks for the children.

In the end, he called out Wang Zilie and joined Gu Weijun as the main force in making dumplings, thus ensuring that dinner would be served in time.

"Weijun, you are good at mixing this stuffing? Who did you learn it from?" Wang Zilie took one dumpling at a time, paired it with a mouthful of garlic and a sip of red wine. He was very happy.

"I met a master chef of Shandong cuisine when I was studying at Tsinghua University. Next time we go back to China together, I will introduce him to you."

"By the way, I heard that Ambassador Huang said that the newly elected Ford will visit our country again?"

"No."

"Didn't Mr. Ni completely step down in September last year? He was successfully promoted from the deputy position. If you ask me, this eavesdropping matter must have been done by their own people. This is too much in China's long history."

"Who do you care? Anyway, as long as the person in power continues to maintain relations with our country."

Gu Weijun was silent for a while and then asked him again: "Zi Lie, have you heard before that Ambassador Huang wants to return to China?"

"Well, if Ambassador Huang returns to China, I will prepare a report and apply to return to China. I have been following Ambassador Huang since I was in France. What about you?"

"France." When Gu Weijun mentioned this, Gu Weijun's mind suddenly flew to 10 years ago. That was the first time he officially went abroad, and then he used his golden fingers to crazily amass money and skills.
And also established a lover relationship with Constance, Catherine, and Jean Seberg.

It’s already been 10 years in the blink of an eye.
Gu Weijun looked around at his lover and children on the table, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously. He had no regrets in this life. He raised his glass and said, "Come, I wish us good health and wealth in the new year!"

"Prosperous wealth."

"cheers!"

Late at night, after watching the New Year's Eve, the presidential suite was already dark, and the lovers around me had fallen into a deep sleep after super strenuous exercise.

Gu Weijun disappeared in a flash.

Entering a long-lost space.

(End of this chapter)