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

Chapter 652 "The Big Shot"

"Get in the car!"

The fearless Yi Gege, seeing that Chen and the others hadn't moved, stuck her head out from the back row and invited them again.

If Chen were an ordinary person, sitting there wouldn't be a problem; at most, he'd be forbidden from taking photos to show off.

Because the more ordinary people are, the more likely important figures will simply laugh it off.

However, my identity and the network of relationships behind me dictate that there are some things I simply cannot overstep.

Chen walked to the back of the Hongqi car, bent down slightly, and glanced at the driver's seat, where a young man with a buzz cut and wearing dark green clothes was sitting.

Chen didn't look at her for long, but politely said to Gege, "Miss Yi, there are too many of us. Let's take a taxi."

Yi Baoyu then realized that there were indeed four people on Chen's side.

So, Gege had a sudden inspiration and said, "Then you and Sister Song can ride in this car, and those two little girls can take a taxi."

If Chen hadn't known Gege beforehand and understood that she was just recklessly bold, he would have thought she was going to great lengths to harm him.

Is this a seat I can sit anywhere?
"They were both from the countryside and had never been to Beijing before."

Chen continued to refuse, but in a joking manner: "If we take a taxi, they might end up in Langfang. I'll take them with me."

"Fine, fine! Whatever you say!"

Princess Gege said impatiently, "Remember to go to the side entrance at No. 147 Chang'an Street."

After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling Chen to step down.

Chen thought to himself that it really was this address. He couldn't take the car, but going inside for a private meal wouldn't be a big problem.

After watching the Hongqi car leave, they hailed a taxi. Just as Chen and his group were about to get in, Deputy Director Xin approached them: "President Chen..."

From the pleading look on his face and his hesitant gestures, Chen knew what the other person wanted to say.

However, Chen Zhe still felt that Xin Zhou, who treated power as a tool, needed to "take some time to mature."

So he didn't say anything, just smiled and shook hands, then walked up to Yang Bei from Douwang Technology.

Mr. Yang had too little information and was almost a complete novice in the simple game in the afternoon, leaving him in a daze.

When Yang Bei saw Chen Zhe approaching, he didn't know what kind of expression he should put on—respect, courtesy, or fear?
However, Director Chen remained gentle and took the initiative to extend his hand to Yang Bei.

Yang Bei paused for a moment, then slowly stretched out his arm.

"Mr. Yang."

Chen said earnestly, "I think that regardless of whether an enterprise can go public or not, entrepreneurs must have their own bottom line. Some 'blood-soaked buns' may seem to bring traffic and money, but in reality, they will backfire on the company. Excellent companies should build bridges and pave roads for society, not start fires and dig pits, creating confrontation and estrangement."

"Forehead……"

Douban has not yet benefited from the gender antagonism, so Yang Bei is unaware of Chen Zhe's reminders and warnings.

However, now that the retrospective has reached its current scale, and Director Chen has the ability and skill, Xiaohongshu is definitely not going to emerge.

Being a scumbag: -100 merits.

Kill Xiaohongshu in its womb: +999999 merits.

……

The taxi churned up snowflakes as it drove along the streets of the Forbidden City.

Chen had originally intended to subtly introduce Yi Baoyu's background, but the driver seemed to know more, and immediately spoke in a very typical Beijing accent: "You don't know, her family wasn't always like that..."

Chen chuckled and shut his mouth, listening to the driver's stand-up comedy.

Although, judging by his common sense, the driver was 70% talking nonsense, especially when it came to conflicts between families in the compound, it was as if he had personally intervened to mediate the fights.

But its charm lay in its vividness and engaging presentation, captivating the secretary and assistant. Chen didn't interrupt, instead wiping a clear patch across the hazy white car window with his palm as he gazed upon this city where classical and modern coexisted.

The bare branches of the locust trees along the roadside stubbornly stretched out in the wind and snow, while the lights of the tall buildings, near and far, merged into a blurry, bright scene...

This stark contrast between desolation and liveliness suddenly evoked a sense of desolation in my heart.

But just then, a gentle coolness quietly covered the back of Director Chen's hand.

Chen turned his head and met Song Shiwei's gaze.

Quiet and cool, mixed with the dappled light swaying in the carriage, it was like a night-blooming cereus suddenly blooming in a snowy night.

The desolation in Director Chen's heart was swept away.

As they passed Tsinghua University, Chen Zhe smiled and said to his secretary and assistant, "Look, we've arrived at your dream university."

In fact, the secretary had visited the capital more than once, and she was quite familiar with Tsinghua University.

However, the word "Tsinghua" holds a different place in the hearts of Chinese students. Even if they pass by it countless times, the next time their eyes fall upon it, they still can't help but offer their respect.

Some Tsinghua students stood at the school gate, their faces serious, perhaps still pondering an unsolved calculus problem.

Young souls are so pure; they are unaware of the truth of society and despise so-called relationships and power transactions. These people believe that the future lies at their feet and are convinced that a new era is hidden in books.

A dashing young man in fine clothes, riding a spirited horse, who doesn't know the King of Engineering!
"correct."

Chen suddenly remembered something and asked Sweet, "Even if I could have gotten into Tsinghua or Peking University back then, I could only choose a lousy major. But you have plenty of choices, so why don't you come and study here?"

This is a question that keeps lingering in my mind, but it doesn't seem that important. So Chen often thinks about it one moment and forgets about it the next. Now is the perfect opportunity to ask.

Song Shiwei looked thoughtful, as if he was unwilling to reveal his thoughts here.

"That's easy."

The secretary, thinking herself clever, said, "Because you're studying at Sun Yat-sen University, and Weiwei wants to go to the same school as you."

"is it?"

Chen smiled and asked in return.

Song Shiwei didn't answer, but gently squeezed her boyfriend's palm with her fingers.

However, when the driver heard that two of the students were actually top contenders for Tsinghua and Peking Universities, he coughed, wiggled his hips, and his expression suddenly became serious.

Upon arriving at No. 147 Chang'an Avenue, Chen and his companions, led by a young man with a crew cut, safely entered through a side door guarded by armed police on both sides.

"Ouch!"

The driver couldn't help but mutter, "Wow, that's impressive! Today, I've picked up a big shot in my car!"

……

This "crew-cut young man" is the driver of the Hongqi car; Yi Baoyu must have asked him to come out and greet us.

He's not tall, only about 1.7 meters, but I've heard that's the physique most likely to produce a top soldier.

Chen and his men had already been thoroughly investigated by the Imperial Guards, so there was no need for a body search. Following "Brother King of Soldiers," they turned left and right on the snow-covered path and arrived at the door of a private room called "Mengzhuxuan."

"No photos allowed, no free movement allowed."

After giving a few instructions, the soldier pushed open the carved wooden door, revealing Yi Baoyu sitting in the bright yellow-decorated inner room, looking at the menu.

"Coming?"

Gege beckoned Chen and the others to come in, but the soldier king didn't enter; he vanished into some corner in a flash.

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(End of this chapter)