The leisurely life of a reborn dad

But Fu Xianghui also came to his senses at this time. He looked at Wang Zhifeng and asked him: "Is Lao Cao very famous on the Internet?"

"Not very famous, but our boss has been on TV several times, and has also appeared on CCTV's "Meet the Big Names" column, and has recorded the same program with Liu Qiangdong and Zhang Chaoyang."

"He was also awarded the "Yiling City Top Ten Outstanding Young Pioneers of Rural Revitalization" award by the leaders of Yiling City, and was awarded the "Provincial Agricultural Excellent Benchmark Enterprise" award by the province."

Wang Zhifeng said them one by one, and every time he said one, Fu Xianghui's eyes widened.

When talking about Cao Shujie's entrepreneurial history, Wang Zhifeng also said that Cao Shujie took out loans to contract mountain land in the village to plant orchards, took out loans to engage in breeding, and led the people of Caojiazhuang and the seven nearby villages to establish agricultural planting cooperatives and Zhongcheng Breeding Cooperatives.

He also told Fu Xianghui that Cao Shujie invested more than 50 million yuan in Caojiazhuang to build a theme park, invested 100 million yuan to develop barren mountains, and invested tens of billions of yuan to build a modern agricultural and sideline products processing factory in the town.

Finally, he talked about the product of their factory, "Aimeng Preserved Fruit", which is sold well all over the country, and is now preparing to export the product abroad.

Listening to these things, Fu Xianghui was dumbfounded. This didn't sound like something that the "Old Cao" he knew could do.

"Manager Wang, are you wrong? Did you recognize the wrong person? Is "Old Cao" so powerful?" Fu Xianghui asked.

He always felt that two people with the same name were mixed together?

This kind of thing is not impossible.

Wang Zhifeng took out his mobile phone, found Cao Shujie's number, and handed it to Fu Xianghui: "Mr. Fu, you call, it will be clear at a glance."

Fu Xianghui did not answer the phone. He was not stupid, but he was a little bit unable to adapt to why the colleague he knew at the beginning had changed so much in just a few years after leaving the job?

After the two met, they kept talking. Before they had time to order, Wang Zhifeng called the waiter over, took the menu, and handed it to Fu Xianghui: "Mr. Fu, I'm not familiar with this place, and I don't know how to order. Take a look at what you want to eat."

"Hey, I'm not familiar with it either. Manager Wang, just order two dishes at random, and let's talk." This is what Fu Xianghui said.

After Wang Zhifeng met Fu Xianghui, he found that he was not as cold as he showed on the phone.

This made Wang Zhifeng wonder if there was any hope for this interview today?

He ordered a few hard dishes, and after ordering, he said to Fu Xianghui: "I just came here, and I don't know which one is delicious. Let's try the signature dishes in the restaurant first."

"If there is a chance, Mr. Fu will come to our place, and then I will invite you to try our Yiling City specialties."

Fu Xianghui smiled and nodded.

The two drank tea and continued to talk about the topic just now.

Wang Zhifeng also asked him if he wanted to drink, but Fu Xianghui waved his hand and refused: "I still have to drive, and I have to go home to help my children with their homework in the evening."

"How old is Mr. Fu's child? In junior high school? Or high school?" Wang Zhifeng looked at Fu Xianghui's age and guessed that his child should be in junior high school, right?

But this experience sometimes doesn't work.

Fu Xianghui said: "I got married late, and my child is just in the first grade."

That's really late. Wang Zhifeng saw that Fu Xianghui was about the same age as him, but his eldest child was already in junior high school.

Of course, his second child was only three months old.

With the topic of children, the two chatted more harmoniously.

Fu Xianghui also asked how many children Cao Shujie had now.

Hearing Wang Zhifeng say that Cao Shujie now has two children, the eldest is about to enter the third grade, and the second is about to go to kindergarten, Fu Xianghui was still quite envious.

"Beijing is good, and the resources in all aspects are also very good, but the competition is too strong and the pressure is too great. I dare not relax at all." Fu Xianghui sighed inexplicably.

He envied Cao Shujie's courage to leave here and return to the countryside. He didn't have the courage to escape, and he couldn't bear to give up the resources here.

He also imagined that it would be easier for his son to go to high school and take the college entrance examination here.

Especially Tsinghua, Peking University and other key universities in Beijing.

He also asked the doubts in his heart.

"Hasn't Lao Cao considered the issue of his children going to school?" Fu Xianghui was puzzled.

Wang Zhifeng was also thinking about this issue. His boss was indeed not anxious about Mengmeng's schooling.

According to common sense, a rich man like his boss would definitely consider Mengmeng's subsequent schooling and school resources in advance.

At least go to the provincial capital to buy a house to solve the problem of schooling.

Or go a step further and send the child to study abroad.

But his boss didn't do that, but always let Mengmeng go to school in the township primary school. He couldn't figure out what the boss was thinking. Could it be that his boss didn't consider Mengmeng's future.

But it shouldn't be.

Wang Zhifeng always felt that this matter was not that simple.

He thought for a while before saying to Fu Xianghui: "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry, this is our boss's private matter. I don't know much about it, but the cute little princess has been attending elementary school in town."

Fu Xianghui nodded, he couldn't figure it out either. After waiting for the dishes to come, the two of them ate and chatted. Later, Fu Xianghui wanted to drink some.

Wang Zhifeng saw that the atmosphere was so bad that it would be a waste if he didn't drink some wine. He asked Fu Xianghui again and told him to find a designated driver to take him home later.

Fu Xianghui was reluctant, and Wang Zhifeng asked the waiter to get a bottle of white wine, and the two of them shared it.

Perhaps the conversation became more harmonious after drinking. Fu Xianghui also told Wang Zhifeng about the pressure he was under in the capital.

Including but not limited to the pressure of going to work, the pressure of family and the pressure of raising children.

School resources are limited. In order to make their children more competitive, many parents often spend money to obtain more learning resources for their children.

This is not a small amount of money.

Tens of thousands is not a lot at all, hundreds of thousands is a starting point, but for Fu Xianghui, it has become a burden that is more than enough.

"My son's studies are arranged by my wife. She wants to create the best learning conditions for my son. I can understand that, but as you know, Manager Wang, my income is not high. I earn more than 50 yuan a year." Ten thousand, we also have to consider repaying the mortgage and other expenses. In the capital, this number is really not that much..."

They were among the first batch of people to buy houses in the capital. At that time, housing prices were not as outrageous as they are now.

Speaking of this matter, Fu Xianghui seemed to be deliberately diverting pressure. He couldn't help but complain about the house that Cao Shujie sold.

"Lao Cao and I bought the house at about the same time. The price was more than 15,000 yuan per square meter, and the monthly loan repayment was more than 6,000 yuan..."

Talking about these is full of bitter tears.

But when it comes to the current price of the house, Fu Xianghui has a little proud smile on his face: "Now the house price has risen to more than 50,000 square meters, and the good location is 60,000 to 71,100 square meters. Lao Cao's house is sold at a loss. Big."

The corner of Wang Zhifeng's mouth twitched. He could not agree with Fu Xianghui's somewhat narrow-minded thinking.

His boss's apparent assets now total up to one billion. He guesses that the first pot of gold for his boss's business will most likely come from selling his house in Beijing.

How many times has your assets increased in just a few years?

There is no way to count this. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that what his boss did was right.

If you don’t sell your house in Beijing, how many ordinary people will have millions of start-up capital?

It's not that easy to think of nothing.

But Wang Zhifeng was smart enough not to argue with Fu Xianghui on this issue. Seeing that Fu Xianghui was still complacent because he had not sold the house, Wang Zhifeng even gestured with his thumbs and praised Fu Xianghui for his vision.

It is indeed true. In terms of house price alone, Fu Xianghui has made three to four million in profit from this house compared to the price he paid for it.

In fact, Fu Xianghui is also an ordinary person, and for ordinary people like them, if the price of a house has increased several times, they have already made a lot of money. This kind of thing is indeed something they can be proud of.

"Mr. Fu, our boss said that if you agree to come to our place, you can do it at least once a year. At the same time, our boss will help solve the problem of your children going to school in the city."

The conversation was almost over, and various topics were discussed. Wang Zhifeng stopped covering up and started to put forward new conditions.

"You can choose any school in Yiling City." They have this confidence.

Wang Zhifeng said: "The teaching resources in Yiling City are certainly incomparable to those in Beijing, but I think people's lives are not necessarily all about these. I think we should also make it easier for ourselves."

This made Wang Zhifeng feel inspired.

He works at the Xuemeng Food Factory in Qingshi Town and earns a monthly salary of tens of thousands of yuan. Although the various conveniences in life and the corresponding supporting resources are not as comprehensive and high-end as what Fu Xianghui enjoys in the capital, Wang Zhifeng I don't think he is much different in his hometown.

He is mentally relaxed and his family is happy.

But through chatting with Fu Xianghui, Wang Zhifeng discovered that Fu Xianghui's income was more than 500,000 yuan a year, but he was not happy at all.

Think about it and understand what's going on.

The mortgage alone is more than 6,000 yuan per month, which amounts to 130,000 to 40,000 yuan a year, which cuts off 1/3 of Fu Xianghui's annual income. This is not a small amount of money.

Coupled with the competition for children's various teaching resources here and the additional pressure from all aspects, they will inevitably spend more money to smooth out this inequality in resources, which is a huge expense.

"It's no wonder that the boss left here to go back to his hometown to start a business." At this moment, Wang Zhifeng seemed to empathize with his boss's original thoughts.

In his heart, he actually agreed with his boss's approach.

Not to mention, his boss's family lived a very happy life, a kind of happiness that they all envied when they looked at it.

It’s not just that his boss earned his current net worth.

Wang Zhifeng never understood why his boss was so happy every day, but now after talking to Fu Xianghui, he understood.

Compared with the capital city, the pace of Qingshi Town is not a competitive pressure at all.

Moreover, Xuemeng Food Factory is the best in the local area. As the owner of Xuemeng Food Factory, the various hidden resources that Cao Shujie can enjoy far exceed the resources that Fu Xianghui said he can enjoy in the capital.

This condition made Fu Xianghui deep in thought.

Wang Zhifeng offered to double his current income, but he was not impressed. Some people had offered a price higher than this income.

Seeing that Fu Xianghui didn't say anything, Wang Zhifeng continued to add: "Our boss said that Mr. Fu can choose a house in Yiling City as a house for his family as a gift from our boss."

"Or you can go to Quancheng, and you can choose any school there." Wang Zhifeng increased the pressure little by little. He didn't lay out all the conditions as soon as he came up.

But neither is the house in Quancheng. Or a house in Yiling City, as long as it is not a villa, the price does not exceed 2 million per day.

When it comes to income, Wang Zhifeng threw out another heavy number: "2 million, this is the sincerity of our boss."

Fu Xianghui glanced at Wang Zhifeng, thinking in his heart, Lao Cao is sincere, but you are not sincere at all.

Just now you said 1 million, and now it has doubled, I don't know where your bottom line is?

But the teaching resources of Quancheng plus the house of Quancheng you can choose at will, and the income of 2 million a year, really made Fu Xianghui excited this time.

Even if Fu Xianghui turned a deaf ear to the outside world and focused on his own research, he knew that Quancheng was the capital city of Dongshan, which was not comparable to Yiling City.

But sometimes the teaching resources in such a central city cannot be solved by money. How can Wang Zhifeng guarantee him the teaching resources in Quancheng?

Wang Zhifeng was not polite and threw out the trump card directly: "Mr. Fu may not know very well. Our boss has made some friends and some elders who treat him well in the past few years since he went back to start a business. The current mayor of Quancheng is an elder our boss met when he went back. If Mr. Fu watches the TV news, he should be able to see this person's information."

He finally told Fu Xiangfeng the name of Xiang Yuheng.

Fu Xianghui remembered this name.

And the more he knew about Cao Shujie, the more incredible Fu Xianghui felt in his heart.

Why did the same person change so much?

After dinner, Wang Zhifeng still found a designated driver for Fu Xianghui. After asking where Fu Xianghui's home was, Wang Zhifeng asked the designated driver to estimate a number. He directly paid the other party 300 yuan and told the designated driver to ensure that Fu Xianghui would be safely sent home.

Seeing that the designated driver happily agreed for the sake of money, he walked towards the hotel where he was staying.

As for whether Fu Xianghui would agree to accept their invitation in the end, Wang Zhifeng was not sure now.

He thought it should be a fifty-fifty chance.

But Fu Xianghui's expression didn't change much, which made Wang Zhifeng wonder what he was thinking.

Back in the hotel, Wang Zhifeng began to study the next target.

There weren't many people on the list Cao Shujie gave him, which was more like selecting the best from the best.

Most of the remaining people still had to go to the counterpart universities for recruitment.

Wang Zhifeng was also considering arranging people to contact students from the counterpart universities after returning this time, and he didn't even rule out donating money to the counterpart universities to let their laboratories serve as internship bases for cooperation with the universities. (End of this chapter)