King of Capital

The train slowly passes along the rails, connecting Cambridge and London.

The round trip commute takes more than two hours. The carriage alternates between hot and cold and never has air conditioning. Bird droppings occasionally appear at the joints, and there are strange passengers behaving strangely. These are the few ways Zhou Fenglan can experience things other than the environment he is in.

Of course, in a country where animal cruelty laws predate those for children, there is no such thing as leisurely fun when a snake crawls onto the tracks and trains are stopped.

Fortunately, there were no snakes today. The fiery sunset outside the car window dyed the clouds red, reflecting the smooth journey home.

Xie Jingxing lay in his arms, soundly asleep. Zhou Fenglan reached out his hand and gently stroked his shoulders. From then on, his shoulders were filled with wind and rain, and no one cared for him anymore.

"Wake up, we should go home."

The sunset process lasted for more than twenty minutes. A gray and gloomy hue covered the sky, and the train slowly stopped at the platform.

Xie Jingxing was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses. He didn't say anything but just opened his arms. Zhou Fenglan couldn't help but pursed his lips and leaned over to hug him and kissed him on the cheek.

He then let out a long sigh, straightened his clothes, stood up straight, and got out of the car first.

My dad and your dad both agree that we will get married sooner or later, so let's give it a try.

——The little brat’s first experience was not good, and his face was full of frustration. So she patiently cooperated and tried many, many times, until she woke up in her arms like this the next morning.

She had been a wife for many years without knowing it, and had unknowingly played the role of Aunt Guan Ning...

Zhou Fenglan suddenly rediscovered the meaning of his existence. If he couldn't support his shoulders, then he could comfort his heart.

"As soon as we got here, we talked about work, and then we went to sleep. Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"I told you, I miss you."

"It's just two words, so you expressed all your romance to your colleagues?"

The train platform was bustling with people. The two walked side by side through the crowd at an easy pace. Zhou Fenglan played with his phone, pointing to the "love letter" on Weibo, deliberately making things difficult for him.

Xie Jingxing quickly brainstormed and said, "It's daylight saving time now, and the time difference between China and London is 7 hours."

"continue."

"24+7, I love you for 31 hours."

Xie Jingxing showed his love words, and at the right time, he strolled in front of the flower stall at the corner of the corridor, picked up a bouquet of flowers and gave it to Zhou Fenglan, very casually.

The script was perfect except for the last step. I put my hand into my windbreaker pocket, but it was empty and I felt disappointed.

The stall owner, Xiao Hei, sat on the ground, raised his head and rolled his eyes, pinching his fingers as if counting money: "Fats, Fatso."

“The flowers are very fresh.”

Zhou Fenglan wrinkled her nose to smell the fragrance of the flowers, bent down to pick a bouquet, took out two panties from her wallet to pay the bill, smiled and shook her head, then left on her own, demonstrating what it means to be cool and unrestrained.

Xie Jingxing held the bouquet in the air with a slightly stiff posture, and pointed at the price tag on the side of the stall: "80 pounds a bouquet, you should give me 40 pounds."

"It's two hundred pounds a bunch now, man~" Xiao Hei kicked the price tag down.

Xie Jing Xing was speechless. He forced out a polite smile, took the flowers and walked away. The bodyguard in a black suit who was hanging behind him came over slowly and tried to reason with Xiao Hei.

The British mobile payment system needs to be developed. Chen Xi and the security company's convoy returned to London. These two factors together led to the failure of the show-off.

Xie Jingxing summarized actively and rigorously, quickly caught up with Zhou Fenglan, adjusted his state in time at the parking lot, got into the passenger seat and stuffed the flowers into Yuan Jin's arms.

"The flowers are pretty good, very fresh." He commented calmly.

Yuan Jin stole a glance at the flowers in Zhou Fenglan's arms through the rearview mirror, and while she was lowering her head to adjust the seat, she took the opportunity to show Xie Jingxing a faint smile of joy.

In the past, he would deliberately avoid it, but this time he treated everyone equally and openly. He is getting more and more tough!
"The chef is making Mexican food today, and we'll be home just in time for dinner."

Yuan Jin started the car and drove out of the parking lot while speaking softly. Zhou Fenglan leaned against the car window with his eyes closed, pretending not to hear. She felt relieved, stopped talking, and exchanged glances with him.

Xie Jing Xing knew that his wife was considerate and deliberately turned a blind eye, but he still enjoyed the sneaky mood and picked out a small toy that looked like a car key from the small box on the center console.

All the girls in the family are tall. Yuan Jin, who has undergone rigorous selection, is particularly outstanding. Her barefoot height is 172cm, which is written in the file information.

She has a well-proportioned body and long, straight legs. Not only can she put on a pair of flat shoes to make the most picky clothes look the best, but they also feel the best when worn.

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The property Zhou Fenglan bought is in Chelsea. The evil capitalism has taken spending to the extreme.

There is nothing much to say about the building itself. The three-story detached villa has a gorgeous white Victorian-style exterior, a modern and simple interior, four bedrooms and a garden of over 100 square meters.

The most important thing is that it is private and safe enough. The car drives directly into the private driveway, quietly and silently.

This can be done for a single-family house in the suburbs of China, but this is London's traditional wealthy area close to the Thames River and Knightsbridge, equivalent to Lujiazui or Wangfujing, with an area of ​​more than 500 square meters and a price of 40 million pounds.

When Xie Jingxing comes, he has to say that every inch of land is worth a lot of money.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He ran to the bathroom as soon as he entered the house.

Yuan Jin's face was rosy and she lowered her eyes and brows: "I'll go to the kitchen."

"Let the babysitter go off work."

Zhou Fenglan said this lightly and went back to the room. Yuan Jin's chest heaved and her breathing became unstable as she responded in a muffled voice. She moved her body a little awkwardly and also went back to the room. She could only take a shower and change clothes.

There are two full-time nannies and a Chinese live-in nanny in the family. The latter's family is an immigrant, her son works in the Unilever chemical laboratory, and her grandchildren are in kindergarten. They can be found at any time by their names.

So he was relatively reliable. Every time Xie Jingxing came, he would just send the nanny away and pamper Zhou Fenglan when she was in a good mood, and then he would be free and belong to this master of the house.

"Son, Daddy is here!"

Xie Jing Xing washed his paws and hastily changed his clothes, then rushed into the nursery with a loud, sly laugh.

Little Zhou Yunyuan, who was doing visual exercises on recognizing colors with his teacher, was frightened and his eyes widened. Instead of crying, he blinked his big black eyes, giggled and drooled, then stood up unsteadily with his little hands waving his arms.

"Oh, my son can walk now."

Xie Jingxing squatted down and teased him, watching his son babbling and calling for his father, walking towards him step by step.

A retired childcare teacher from a provincial public institution, who speaks standard Mandarin, chimed in, "I learned it last month. When Teacher Zhou came home from get off work, she thought he was playing in the living room and wanted to be carried by his mother. So she stood up in a hurry and walked on her own, using the bicycle."

"Little guy, why aren't you anxious when you see your father?"

As he spoke, his son jumped into his arms, and Xie Jingxing rubbed his soft belly with his chin. Auntie scolded him, "The last time you came was at the end of the year, and you were too demanding of Xiang Xiang."

"It's early for him to learn to walk now. His sister just tried to practice with a power bike. You taught him well."

Xie Jingxing was generous with his praise. His daughter was just about to turn one year old this month, and his son was born about a month apart. Sometimes he couldn't sleep at night, not knowing whether he liked having both a son and a daughter more or whether he felt more fortunate.

The aunt just smiled as she observed his expression. It was inevitable for an employer to mention private matters, but his identity was too special.

She would not tell anyone she heard, not even to her family, let alone respond to them in person.

At a young age, the two wives gave birth to children in different places at home and abroad. They get along well with each other and occasionally chat on video or phone. In addition, Xiao Yuanming claims that the housekeeper is actually his dowry lover, making them look like a wealthy family in feudal society.

Young leaders who come from the system understand the weight of these four words and how much respect they have.

"You go eat first, I'll play with Xiang Xiang."

The aunt was watching with a smile as Guai Xiangxiang and his father were competing to see who could crawl faster on the floor. When she heard the order, her kind look disappeared in an instant, and turned into a breath that got stuck in her throat as she couldn't bear to watch. She ignored the politeness and went to eat by herself.

After the father and son played for a while, Zhou Fenglan took a shower, changed into a home dress and joined the parent-child interaction.

After Yuan Jin had arranged all the trivial matters, the aunt came to take the child back to the bedroom after dinner, locked the door, and listened to meditation music. The three adults went downstairs to the restaurant to eat!

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"The hot and sour flavor is very Mexican. Did you change the chef?"

Xie Jingxing tried a creative dish based on the Mexican meat sandwich. The thin corn tortillas were filled with fresh crab meat. The sour and spicy taste spread in the mouth one by one, and it made the mouth water like Sichuan cuisine.

"The chef of the previous Italian restaurant has retired. I discussed with Sister Lan that we should not have a fixed chef so that we can change the flavors more often."

Yuan Jin was wearing a sleeveless V-neck dress, with her smooth hair tied up to reveal a black leather metal necklace around her neck. Her makeup was bright and she explained in detail: "I have found three restaurants. Tomorrow, the chef will be a French chef who is good at making traditional dishes."

"It costs less than before because she put more thought into it," Zhou Fenglan added.

Xie Jingxing became interested and asked, "How is it calculated?"

"The three restaurants have shifts to prepare two meals a day, at noon and in the evening, which costs 800 pounds a day, a total of 2.4 pounds a month, but sometimes we don't eat at home. After deducting this part of the cost, we save to pounds a month compared to before, and the waste of food is significantly reduced."

While Yuan Jin is well-organized and careful with her budget, she is also vague about the area of ​​personnel management.

In the past, the chef from a Michelin restaurant was invited to cook at home on a monthly basis. The labor cost was based on the standard market price and the ingredients were up to the individual. The chef used Zhou Fenglan’s affiliated credit card to make the purchases and settled the bill at the end of the month.

It’s not because of corruption, it’s because of Michelin’s status.

The previous Italian chef would buy whatever he saw good stuff regardless of whether it was useful or not, and his monthly purchasing expenses averaged more than 30,000 pounds.

Currently, three chefs take turns, and although they prepare the ingredients individually, the employers have no idea what constitutes waste, but their peers know the answer clearly.

The lack of delicious food in the UK is like the flight attendants who bring their own pickled cucumbers. For Zhou Fenglan, all the delicious food in the world is gathered in London. The circle and customer base of Michelin restaurants are fixed, and it will be difficult for a chef to survive if he has a bad reputation.

"I never tire of fine food and fine minced meat. I'm making progress." Xie Jingxing was quite pleased.

Yuan Jin pursed her lips shyly: "Sister Lan has been teaching me all the time."

"Some time ago, a teacher at the London School of Economics and Political Science suggested that she could apply for an additional business management course."

Zhou Fenglan hinted at the question, and Yuan Jin paused slightly in picking up food, unable to hide her anticipation.

Xie Jing Xing did not comment and changed the subject, asking: "Your financial situation has increased a lot during this period?"

"The floating profit of U.S. stocks increased by 3 million, and there was no other change. Yuan Zheng hinted that the share I can get in the next round of financing will be limited." Zhou Fenglan was not shaken.

Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit——Maybe one day this experience will be worth remembering.

After defeating Zuckerberg, Xie Jingxing took this sentence from the ancient Roman epic and established a shell company "Forsan" to hold a 7% stake in WhatsApp.

Later, the whole thing was transferred to Zhou Fenglan, who continued to use leveraged mortgage loans for financial management. Over the past two or three years, the investment scope has expanded from US stocks.

Real Estate, the Vision Fund managed by Cheng Sen, and several projects invested by the Grapefruit Silicon Valley office have followed suit, among which the biggest one is Yuan Zheng’s video conferencing platform Zoom.

A rough estimate is no less than 30 billion US dollars, and all of them are high-liquidity, high-quality liquid assets, most of which are owned by Forsan, a shell company, for easy management.

Xie Jingxing suggested not to make decisions. Zhou Fenglan had no motivation to pursue a career in finance, so he simply hired a few employees to handle documents. Until now, he still didn't know who his boss was.

She would have a private lawyer and accounting team review the company's financial and legal status for the second time.

During the year Yuan Jin came to the UK, she was in charge of the family's living expenses, dealing with the nanny, chef, gardener and other daily necessities, and was busy running errands for investment matters outside the home.

When he went skiing in Switzerland last winter, Zhou Fenglan took a fancy to a dilapidated antique house in the Alps. He independently bargained for the price and handled the purchase procedures without any mistakes.

The little maidservant who came with the dowry was not as good as Song Anli for the time being, but there was no thought of training her to become a character like Wang Xifeng.

After living together intimately in a foreign country for more than a year, Yuan Jin wanted to regain her independent personality, and Zhou Fenglan was willing to find a way for her.

"You are currently studying for an MBA and you can only graduate next year at the earliest. Can you handle it?" Xie Jingxing asked after serious consideration.

Yuan Jin couldn't help but sit up straight. The speech she had prepared countless times suddenly stopped at the tip of her tongue. She waited quietly without being anxious or impatient.

Sure enough, Zhou Fenglan answered calmly: "The nanny is reliable and the child doesn't need her to worry about the rest. I have plenty of free time anyway."

"Then read it first." Xie Jingxing was frugal with words.

Yuan Jin breathed a sigh of relief as if she had survived a calamity. She had finally seen through everything. Although this pair of black-hearted parents-in-law had feelings for each other, they were not many, extremely limited and stingy!

If he had shown a little bit of gratitude just now, Zhou Fenglan would have immediately put away the slightest thought of gratitude or something else.

Xie Jingxing was even more so. He only cared about whether his son and concubine lived well in a foreign country, and didn't care what she thought at all.

Flowers are fake, and so is romance.

"Otherwise, I'll take a look at it later?" Yuan Jin said after much hesitation.

Zhou Fenglan smiled and said gently, "Read it, be obedient."

"After reading it... Actually, Forsan has room for growth." Xie Jingxing was ambiguous.

Yuan Jin had a lot of grievances in her heart but couldn't say them. Even in this situation, they still didn't want to allow her to return home.

"Don't worry about it. If you insist on returning to your country, you can go back. Any corner of the earth can accommodate you, but do you think you can take root and grow with your current abilities?"

Xie Jingxing frowned and put down his chopsticks: "If you want to be casual, just ignore what I said. If you have expectations for your future, think about it carefully while studying for your MBA and don't make a decision in advance." (End of this chapter)