Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 479 I Don't Want to Be a Cell Phone!
After enjoying this heartwarming, self-sufficient birthday meal, Yu Xian still took Mao Xiaoqin to visit places like the Bird's Nest and the Water Cube in the afternoon.

Professor Guan didn't go, and Chen continued to act as a bag carrier.

However, there were just too many tourists at the Olympic venues. Along the way, I saw several groups of people suffering from heatstroke due to the heat, including some foreigners.

Of course, the rescue measures were also timely, because in the capital city now, there is a sunshade for consultation or assistance every few hundred meters, and boxes of mineral water are stored there.

Many of the volunteers were elderly people who should have been enjoying their retirement at home. It can be said that the capital city was almost entirely mobilized for this Olympics.

They wandered around until after 5 p.m. In the end, Empress Dowager Mao got a bunch of photos, Chen got back pain, and Yu Xuan got hit on more than twenty times.

After all, what guy can resist a charming, beautiful, and lively 170cm tall female college student?
The cosplayer was quite funny. In the end, because she got annoyed with being refused, she directly said that she was "married" and came to the Capital Hospital for a prenatal checkup accompanied by her "mother-in-law and husband".

With "mother-in-law" and "prenatal checkup" both mentioned, the buffs were stacked to the max, and at least in the South Park Square near the Water Cube, no one came up to chat with her.

However, when passing through Wudaokou subway station, another boy approached and politely asked for their contact information. After being refused, he learned that Chen and his friends were from Guangzhou. He said with regret that if he had known this would happen, he should have lowered his score and gone to Sun Yat-sen University.

Judging from this, if he were studying at university in Guangzhou, he would definitely be able to win over the cosplayer.

Chen smiled coldly. Now you know you regret it? What were you doing when you should have been having fun?

Did you insist on studying, which led to your admission to Tsinghua or Peking University?

Show off!
Back in the courtyard house, the three of them were so exhausted that they didn't want to say a word. They lay on the bed or in the rattan chairs for a long time before their souls, which had been suffocated by the heat, were finally revived.

"I'll cook! What would Director Chen like to eat tonight?"

Yu Xian sat up, nudged Chen Zhe's shoulder, and asked.

No matter how exquisite Yu Baibai's appearance is, she is a "virtuous wife and loving mother" at heart, as if making sure that every family member has a hot meal is her inescapable responsibility.

This sense of responsibility can overcome the body's instinctive fatigue.

"Forget it!"

Chen grabbed her arm and muttered, "Let's try some authentic local cuisine in the capital. I can't come to the capital and keep eating Sichuan and Chongqing food all the time."

"What? Did I cook something bad?"

Yu Xuan raised her small fist in threat.

"I can't bear to see you work so hard."

Chen squeezed Yu Xian's taut waist, as if to help her relax: "You can cook a couple of meals now, but we'll definitely hire a housekeeper for the family in the future."

"It feels weird to have a stranger around, and I don't think it's necessary to spend the money."

The cosplayer wasn't too happy. She knew, of course, that her boyfriend was rich; everyone online was saying that.

Chen was too lazy to argue. He called the employees of Su Hui in the capital and told them to go to Quanjude to queue up. Then, without saying a word, he put his arm around Yu Xuan and rested together.

Perhaps they were really too tired, and the two quickly fell asleep again. Mao Xiaoqin heard no movement in the room, came over to take a look, but did not disturb them.

In Empress Dowager Mao's eyes, the young couple's relationship was probably already a done deal.

In the evening, the family of four went to Quanjude and enjoyed a delicious meal that didn't require washing dishes.

Of course, Professor Guan hardly ate any meat, and Chen was also eating while looking at his phone, as some official business had piled up to the point where it had to be dealt with.

However, this did not affect them; after returning, the two climbed onto the roof to enjoy the breeze and cool off.

At this moment, the night was also broken into stars, gazing hazily at the earth. Yu Xuan suddenly asked, "Director Chen, how many children do you want to have in the future?"
Chen paused for a moment and said, "Don't you also think that the little brat should be the one to buy the soy sauce for lunch?"

Yu Xian urged Chen to answer quickly.

Chen said, "Let's have two girls. One child is too lonely, two is just right. Besides, we can collect two dowries from two girls, and then we'll have enough money to retire and go to a paradise. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Yu Xian laughed and playfully hit her boyfriend twice, then asked if Shangri-La was a deserted island.

Chen replied no.

"why?"

Yu Xuan asked, puzzled.

"Because you are here, it's not a deserted island."

Chen said.

……

The next day, Yu Xuan planned to attend some theoretical lectures by professors at the Academy of Arts & Design, Tsinghua University.

These lectures are held in small groups and have little to do with holidays, but for cosplay enthusiasts, it's a great opportunity to learn from a wide range of sources.

Mao Xiaoqin also planned to go along. She had previously studied at Tiantan Hospital, but she never had time to stroll around the Tsinghua campus.

Chen Zhe naturally didn't have time to be a tool anymore; he had two plans for the day.

I met with Chairman Qu of Wanda at noon. Wang Youqing had already arrived early, since Wanda's headquarters are in the capital.

In the evening, I had dinner with the employees of the company that had been relocated, and learned in detail why the mobile company in the capital was unwilling to grant "one-click registration" permission.

The lunch was purely a social occasion, and the location was chosen by Wang Youqing; it was called "Cheng Family Banquet."

Chen knew it was a Chinese restaurant as soon as he heard the name. When he took a taxi there, the driver, upon hearing that it was Chengfu Banquet, kept praising how amazing the restaurant was, even saying that it was run by a retired master chef from Zhongnanhai.

“In the past, that would have been the imperial chef’s meal. How could ordinary people like us ever have the chance to enjoy such a thing…”

The drivers in the capital city are very talkative; they kept talking the whole way.

As Chen got out of the car, he asked gossipily, "Young man, you managed to have lunch here, and you speak so calmly, you must have some connections at home, right?"

"you guess."

Chen didn't tell the truth, but paid and left with a smile.

"Tsk!"

The driver watched Chen's confident, head held high, back view, yet he wore sunglasses to conceal his face, creating a mysterious air.

Thus, a story about a "son of a high-ranking official in a ministry compound" gradually began to take shape in my mind.

However, this "Cheng Family Banquet" must be something special, as it is located less than 1000 meters away from the Forbidden City, in a quiet courtyard house.

A red-walled, gray-tiled house with a grand gate—otherwise, it might just be an ordinary, unremarkable courtyard, but in the capital, it's practically the standard for top-tier living. The waiter led them to a private room, where Wang Youqing was already waiting.

The social engagement was scheduled for 12 o'clock, but Chen arrived at 11:45, deliberately leaving 15 minutes to show his respect for Wan Da and Qu Ming.

However, unlike in Guangzhou, the private room did not have a tea table or sofa, only a bare dining table, although the antique-style decoration was still quite stylish.

"Chen Zhe".

Old Wang was texting, sitting in the chair closest to the door.

He waved to Chen Zhe, gesturing for him to go to the head seat, and explained, "Chairman Qu is stuck in traffic; he might be another 20 minutes away."

"It's ok."

Chen Zhe didn't mind. The real estate industry is gradually entering its golden age, and Wanda is one of the leading real estate companies in China. It's normal for Qu Ming to be a bit arrogant.

Of course, Chen Zhe didn't sit in the main guest seat. Instead, he pulled out a chair next to Wang Youqing and plopped down in it.

There might only be three or four people eating lunch, so Chen should be the main guest.

However, if I sit there now, there will be a distance between me and Wang Youqing, which would seem rather distant.

Therefore, when encountering this situation during social gatherings, one should do as Chen did: first, chat with people up close, and then, once everyone has arrived, tactfully take a seat according to the rule of "when in Rome, do as the Romans do."

"how are things?"

Chen glanced at Old Wang; the young man's eyelids were swollen, and he seemed a bit unwell, probably having been completely drunk last night.

"I'm still the same old idiot, just drinking, playing games, and singing with clients at headquarters. What about you, big star?"

Wang Youqing still spoke in that carefree tone. He seemed quite busy, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he sent messages.

"I went to the Bird's Nest yesterday..."

Chen chatted about some unimportant information, which actually revealed his relationship with Lao Wang and Yu Xian's identity.

However, it's too complicated to explain, so I'll just leave it at that and talk about it when I come across it.

"What's so interesting about an iron cage? If you want to watch a particular Olympic match, I can get you tickets."

Wang Youqing said warmly.

Chen Zhe actually had a solution, but he figured he didn't have time, so he casually replied, "We'll see later... Why are you typing so much? Is something urgent?"

Wang Youqing's text messages were almost constant, and Chen felt that from a friend's perspective, it was more appropriate to show concern.

"This is so damn annoying."

Wang Youqing snapped his phone shut, sighed, and explained, "It's some troublesome thing that happened to a friend of mine..."

It turns out that Lao Wang has a friend who owns an electronics factory in Baiyun District, Guangzhou, which mainly produces OEM mobile phones.

What does "OEM" mean?

Previously, producing mobile phones required a license issued by the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology, and only large manufacturers like Haier, TCL, and Changhong had the ability and connections to obtain one.

However, they didn't want to spend money to build a production line, so they found an electronics factory to manufacture the products, but the finished products had to be labeled with their big factory's brand.

Chen's old Haier phone was made in this way.

This method maximizes cost savings. You don't have to pay anything. A mobile phone with a bulk purchase cost of two or three hundred yuan can earn you thousands of yuan just by putting on a brand label. It's not even as easy as robbing a bank.

There are many such OEM electronics factories in eastern Guangdong Province, which have also created a large number of millionaires.

Old Wang's friend is a prime example. After dropping out of school, he started as a mobile phone repair apprentice and eventually became the owner of a company with more than 200 workers and multiple mobile phone production lines.

However, Guangdong is too close to Macau, and many people are obsessed with going there to "cross the three borders".

Gambling is a losing proposition; nine out of ten gamblers lose. Gionee was so successful back then, but in the end, the entire company was lost. Old Wang's friend suffered a similar fate, not only losing his huge fortune but also owing more than 1000 million yuan in high-interest loans.

Now that debts are being pressed for repayment everywhere, Wang Youqing's friend has no choice but to try every means to raise money. He even asked Wang Youqing to help sell the factory because the workers have been owed wages for half a year.

Chen didn't know how to comfort him, mainly because he felt this had nothing to do with him, so he said indifferently, "Gambling really harms people."

"Who says it isn't?"

Wang Youqing was also disappointed: "Actually, the factory was doing well before, but after taking it over, we still had to take on the debts owed to more than 200 workers. People would stay far away from it as soon as they heard that."

"I would have dodged too."

Chen shrugged: "Who would want to spend millions without earning a single penny?"

"Hey~"

Wang Youqing shook his head with regret: "If I had that money, I would have bought it. He plans to sell all his production lines and equipment at half price. I feel that in the current electronics market, he should be able to make back the money very quickly."

Chen smiled and said, "If you need money, I can lend you up to 100 million. If it's more than 100 million, I suggest you exchange it for shares in the intermediary company."

"Damn it, I'm not an idiot!"

Wang Youqing immediately shook his head like a rattle-drum.

When Chen Zhe was interviewed by Reference News, "(Zhongda) Anju Real Estate Brokerage Co., Ltd." was mentioned.

While there may be deeper reasons for promoting the real estate market, the fact that it was a Xinhua News Agency report meant that, in the eyes of ordinary people, it was tantamount to the state media giving a guarantee to this real estate agency.

This is a "national trust" that is priceless and a unique honor!

Wang Youqing's shares in the intermediary company are about to appreciate in value, so why would he be foolish enough to sell them now?

"but……"

Old Wang suddenly looked Chen over, as if he had discovered a new continent: "You can take over this mobile phone factory! I'm telling you, you definitely won't lose money..."

"do not want!"

This time, Chen shook his head: "Maybe I won't lose money, but I really don't want to do manufacturing. Don't even bother me with making mobile phones or anything like that, I don't have time!"

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(End of this chapter)