King of Capital

Chapter 27 I am a rich second generation
Xie Jingxing was standing on the balcony looking through the telescope to give directions, but he was not trying to show off.

He overslept last night due to overwork. He was just woken up by a phone call from Zhao Mengche. He hurriedly got out of bed and went to receive the customer with his messy hair without even having time to wash his face.

So when he played the role of tour guide and led his friends to visit the villa and ran into Concubine Pei coming out of the elevator, everyone's expressions were very interesting.

"She is my friend. She came to Shanghai to attend an event and stayed here for one night." Xie Jingxing's explanation did not sound convincing.

Concubine Pei nodded calmly, put on sunglasses that covered half of her face, and left with her suitcase.

After she walked away, everyone came back to their senses. Fan Haonan repeated in a gossipy tone: "I stayed here for one night~"

"Hey, stop being so nosy."

Song Anli blocked everyone's curiosity and analyzed rationally, "Isn't it normal for celebrities to be friends with rich kids? Maybe they participated in our program as celebrity observers just to please Mr. Xie."

"Besides, maybe they came to Shanghai just to record our show, so it's normal for them to catch up with their friends in private in advance." Zhao Mengche's attitude was also very objective.

Xie Jingxing smiled indifferently. Concubine Pei did come to the Magic City to record a program.

'The Flashing Offer' is recorded and broadcasted at the same time. The first episode was launched today, and the second episode material had to be recorded simultaneously.

"The nightclub bar and board game cards you want, Feng Shuo, and the bathhouse and sauna room you want, Qi Tian, ​​are all on the underground floor."

Ignoring the incident in a few words, Xie Jingxing continued to lead his friends to visit the villa.

This villa has one underground floor and two above-ground floors with a garden of five or six acres. The villa is surrounded by trees and green plants and shaded by an artificial river to ensure privacy.

The overall decoration is a fusion of neo-Chinese style and Baroque style. It looks neither Chinese nor Western, and can meet everyone's different needs for team-building activities.

After walking around and returning outside, I saw the barbecue chef busy setting up a barbecue in the grass beside the artificial river. He hung up a leg of lamb and a suckling pig, but it would take some time before we could eat them.

So everyone decided to move around freely first. Xue Haoran excitedly took his fishing rod and looked for a fishing spot along the artificial river.

Stanford was drooling as he looked at the golf course across the river. This middle-class sport abroad has become exclusive to the rich class in China. Thinking about the group activities that will be held later, he couldn't bear to spend thousands of dollars to play a few rounds.

"The property management company has given us a three-year golf club membership. You can play as much as you want for free." Xie Jingxing came closer with a set of golf clubs.

Stanford just laughed it off and said nothing. How could the property be so generous? He didn't like this kind of white lie that came from charity.

"Do you have a cigarette? Give me one."

Xie Jingxing stuffed the club into his arms, took the cigarette, lit it and said, "In fact, the membership fee of this kind of club is very high. You can think of it as a brand premium. The owner of the manor can help it increase its brand premium, so it is happy to give away membership for free."

"Forget it. It's almost time for lunch and I can't play for long if I go over there." Stanford said reluctantly, stroking the golf bag in his arms.

Xie Jingxing patted his shoulder: "It will only take two minutes to get there from the artificial river. Make a call and ask the stadium to pick you up on the other side of the river... No need to swim, there are speedboats, and the dock is in the bushes upstream."

"...awesome."

Stanford was stunned and gave a thumbs up. He threw the golf bag onto his shoulder and ran towards the dock.

Xue Haoran, who was squatting beside the two men and making a nest, yelled at the top of his lungs, "Swim over there, don't scare my fish!"

"There are only ornamental fish in this river. You can't eat them even if you catch them." Xie Jingxing consoled.

Xue Haoran thought to himself, who would go fishing for food? Then he thought of Stanford, who wanted to fulfill his wish, and blurted out, "Can you ask the property management to put some big fish weighing more than ten kilograms into the river?"

"I'll call and ask."

Xie Jing Xing responded like Aladdin's magic lamp, then turned back to the villa to continue fulfilling the wish of the next friend.

Qi Tian was too embarrassed to call a technician, but the manor next door had been bought and turned into a private club, and there were part-time regular technicians there who could be borrowed to give him a few massages. There was no need to think about anything else, after all, there were several female colleagues there.

In the leisure and activity area on the basement floor, Feng Shuo was playing Texas Hold'em with Fan Haonan and Song Anli. They were all speechless when they saw Qi Tian and a young lady in uniform walk into the massage room.

"Mr. Su and Mr. Tang will be here soon." Song Anli reminded in a faint voice.

Xie Jing Xing pretended not to hear anything, stood in front of the bar, tied an apron and rolled up his sleeves, and greeted, "It's cocktail time, do you want anything to drink?"

Fan Haonan showed his support by raising his hand and saying, "Dear bartender, please give me a classic."

"Witt, a glass of God Father, the base wine should be expensive!" Feng Shuo said in a mean tone while snapping his fingers.

The wine cabinets on the wall behind the bar are enough to buy a top-of-the-line Aston Martin. Since I can't kill the rich man with it, I'll just eat and drink his food!
Xie Jingxing shrugged: "Wait a moment."

"You haven't asked me what I want yet."

Song Anli threw down the poker cards in her hand, sat down at the bar, and said in a slightly coquettish tone: "I want iced whiskey!"

Xie Jing Xing locked eyes with her, and after a moment of silence, he turned around, took a bottle of Macallan Sherry Cask from the wine cabinet, added ice, and poured half a glass of wine in front of her.

Ice-cut whiskey is a way of drinking invented by Benzi, whiskey + ice, you need to keep shaking the ice ball until frost covers the wall of the glass.

This way of drinking is full of ritual, and the taste is hard to say whether it is good or bad, but it is very tiring. The guests have to watch the bartender shake the ice for more than ten minutes, probably to show their stubborn spirit.

"I want to complain to you, the bartender, for giving me a bad review." Song Anli said with a grunt.

Xie Jing Xing supported himself on the bar with both hands, and asked carefully: "Why did you participate in this internship variety show? Are you looking for a job?"

Song Anli's eyes turned red, and Feng Shuo and Fan Haonan, who were about to watch the show not far away, felt very embarrassed.

"I'm different. I want to be famous." Xie Jingxing took back the wine in front of her and took a sip.

Song Anli raised her face and forced a smile, then stood up and walked away quickly. Fan Haonan hurriedly followed and kicked Feng Shuo by the way.

The latter shook his head and sighed, grinning as he limped over to sit in Song Anli's seat, and asked in a daze, "Boss Xie, you've never been in love, have you?"

"Your godfather." Xie Jingxing answered.

I get it. He is too lazy to show his emotional intelligence to ordinary people. He is indeed a top rich second generation.

To some extent, this type of top rich second generation is much easier to get along with than those wealthy children of the dignitaries he met when studying abroad. These children of the dignitaries who are in an awkward position of being unable to move up or down are extremely sensitive, have fragile self-esteem and are extremely malicious, like mad dogs.

Feng Shuo suddenly felt more relaxed, and changed the subject to simply satisfy his curiosity and asked, "Mr. Xie, how much did you pay for this house? Can you tell me?"

"Tens of millions, maybe."

"so cheap?!"

Feng Shuo asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What about the decoration?"

"Just over 200 million."

Xie Jingxing took the initiative to answer questions and said, "My father knows the developer of this manor, so the house itself was discounted to the cost price. It was fully renovated and delivered the year before last, so the hard decoration didn't cost much. It was mainly soft furnishings and antique calligraphy and painting collections."

"I don't understand."

Feng Shuo still couldn't understand why the house was so cheap. His family had a shabby old house in the city center, but it was in a good location and it was worth tens of millions. A manor covering an area of ​​six acres and thousands of square meters would cost tens of millions. Was it just an ordinary acquaintance?
Xie Jingxing didn't know how to explain that this was actually a mentality problem. For a country bumpkin entrepreneur like Lao Xie who started from scratch in the industry, if anyone asked him to spend hundreds of millions to buy a house, he would spout the quintessence of Chinese culture, the Three Character Classic.

Unlike abroad, houses are not a good option for inheriting wealth in China.

Houses like Tangchen Yipin and Tan Palace are specially customized for people who make money quickly, such as celebrities, internet upstarts, and those working in the gray industry, without even spending their own money.

Some are willing to spend simply for the sake of enjoyment; some want to show their financial strength and take out loans to attract clients; some buy properties and turn them into private clubs, or are fooled into believing the developers' lies, thinking that living in a mansion will make their social circle different and that they will become superior.

A country bumpkin entrepreneur like Lao Xie prefers to spend money to build one in his hometown, covering an area of ​​dozens of acres of natural lake for dragon boat racing, and putting two big stone lions at the door, which is both economical and impressive.

The houses bought outside are all at a discount or out of courtesy. Some people buy a few houses as charity to support a nanny, bodyguards, and security guards, but they only live in them for a few days throughout the year.

Lao Xie essentially belongs to the dream social circle woven by developers for celebrities, upstarts and gray market bigwigs. Similar to golf clubs, they are willing to lose money to increase brand premium.

"Then according to your logic, isn't it a waste to buy antiques and calligraphy and paintings? Raising a few more cows and pigs can create more wealth." Feng Shuo was a little overwhelmed.

Ordinary people work hard all their lives but can't even afford a house with a toilet, but they actually pay the cost price to the rich second generation in front of them. This is more harmful to him than spending money on others.

Xie Jingxing raised his eyebrows: "According to Old Xie's logic, this is the case, but this is not my logic."

"What do you mean?" Feng Shuo was confused.

Xie Jingxing poured him a glass of water and sighed distressedly: "I am a rich second-generation. This money is not earned by me, so of course I don't feel bad about spending it!"

"..."

The expression on Feng Shuo's face instantly changed from aggressive to confused. He moved his lips weakly, unable to utter a word.

Xie Jingxing was also confused and powerless, he picked up the wine glass and took a big gulp.

This house was bought by Lao Xie, and the 200 million yuan for the soft furnishings, antiques, calligraphy and painting collection was paid for by his mother. These were all the 18th birthday gifts he received when he was admitted to Columbia University based on his own abilities.

Last night was his first night staying in this house; it had been empty before that.

I don't feel bad, but I don't care either.

That's why Xie Jingxing developed a hobby of "collecting" for his own amusement, and forcibly created a reason to care about it, to cherish his money, his collections, and everything he owns.

If it weren't for this hobby and reason, and if it weren't for the fact that Concubine Pei deliberately took the elevator when she went out just now so that the interns would know about their relationship, he would probably have left a slap on the face of his exquisite collection.

Because it was a favorite collection, it would be a shame to break it, so he just smiled and explained...

Xie Jingxing felt that this was not a good thing, especially after being reborn, it was easy to use cheats to feel good about oneself and become more and more extreme.

In the end, there are only two directions: either you kill yourself or you kill the world.

It is obviously easier for him to do the former, as evidenced by the person who is not interested in money.

"In fact, it's not easy for everyone. You have your troubles, and I have my problems." Xie Jingxing clinked his glasses with Feng Shuo from the bottom of his heart.

He needs to find a way to keep himself mentally balanced, which is more important than making money. After all, he only has one life.

Feng Shuo scratched his hair, hesitating to say, "Song Anli is miserable to meet you."

"What can I do? Our fate is determined by heaven. If we meet each other, we meet each other."

"Do you believe in fate?"

"I didn't believe it before, but maybe I will in the future. I plan to go to Qingcheng Mountain after my internship this month."

"It's worth a drink if you worship the water at Dujiangyan and seek the way at Qingcheng Mountain."

"Respect fate."

With the warm white beam light of the bar as the dividing line, Xie Jingxing and Feng Shuo were one inside and one outside, clinking their wine glasses across the bar with relaxed smiles on their faces.

The others were too far away, and everything he said was just empty talk.

…………

The barbecue chef was a roadside stall chef hired by Zhao Mengche for 500 yuan. He brought the entire barbecue truck. The skewers were priced separately, and there were also fresh lamb legs and roast suckling pig bought from the market early this morning, which were marinated for half a day in advance.

The chef's cooking skills are good and everyone had a very enjoyable lunch. Fan Haonan deliberately picked a fight and went to the basement wine cellar to snatch a bottle of Romanee-Conti, shouting that he was fighting the rich.

Feng Shuo almost knelt down, hugged her legs and pounded the ground, crying out in pain. This bottle of Romanee-Conti, an excellent vintage from 90, costs hundreds of thousands of dollars. There are only a limited number of bottles left in the world, and every bottle is gone. After it is opened, everyone will have to stay in the manor to work for the rich man to pay off his debts.

Fan Haonan suddenly became a little scared, while Feng Shuo put on a flattering face and instigated Song Anli to open the wine, saying that the year of production of this bottle of wine was the same as her birthday, so she should bear most of the responsibility.

Xie Jingxing had a blank expression on his face and said nothing until Song Anli mustered up the courage to open the wine, then he rolled his eyes helplessly.

After the exaggerated performance, everyone was happy. Fan Haonan gained a sense of accomplishment from helping others, Feng Shuo drank good wine, Song Anli happily held the wine dispenser, and the other people who were unaware of what was going on took photos and recorded them on Weibo.

Even the barbecue chef took two sips of the red wine, then drank half a cup of Moutai in one gulp to rinse his mouth with disgust, and performed a Sama dance to everyone to say that the wine from his hometown tasted better.

He also said that he didn't fully demonstrate his cooking skills today. Such good land should have the lawn plowed up and two naan ovens dug to make the best roasted lamb legs.

Everyone was laughing and having fun, and the world was complete with only Zhao Mengche being hurt.

Amid her endless anticipation, Tang Man and Su He arrived at two o'clock in the afternoon, ending the lunch process.

These two old ladies have seen the world. Looking at the interns, all of them had ruddy faces and reeked of alcohol, they couldn't help but frown at the several wine bottles scattered on the table.

"Boss, can these be reimbursed today?" Xie Jingxing asked with a smile.

Tang Man smiled and said, "It's a bit over the limit, why don't you ask Mr. Su."

"Haha, if Taihe can report it, our group can report it too. It seems that each group in Taihe has a very generous treasury." Su He commented.

Xie Jingxing smiled unchanged: "This kind of team-building meal standard, each group in Taihe can probably sign up for two or three times a year."

"...?"

Su He and Tang Man were choked at the same time.

　Ask for a follow-up reading.

　　The subject matter of this book is niche, and the effect of being recommended is not ideal, so I can only rely on the ratio of readers to follow up.

　　This is only the second round of recommendations, and there is still a long way to go. If the recommendations are stopped here, the future will be bleak.

　　So I won’t say more, please read on.

(End of this chapter)