The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 478 Everyone is back
"Oh, I'm just sending someone in for some training, and I've already told Angela. Is there a problem?" Fan Bingbing's voice came from the other end of the phone.

“I’m just curious, why would you send someone like this over, Fan?” Xu Jiuyang deliberately put on a serious tone. “I didn’t even receive any notification.”

"Bullshit!" Fan Bingbing cursed. "The notice was sent out, but you probably thought it wasn't important and ignored it! Don't I know you? Tell me, who thinks it's inappropriate and wants you to ask me?"

Xu Jiuyang didn't betray Yang Mi: "I just felt something was wrong. Even if you wanted to train her, there are other places. There's no need to put her in a real estate company in the United States. I remember seeing in the information that she graduated with a double master's degree in finance and accounting."

“That’s why they sent it to the US,” Fan Bingbing sighed. “Wang Mengmeng’s theoretical knowledge is very solid, but her actual operation is questionable. In the last few times, I even gave her some insider information, but she still lost half of her principal.”

Xu Jiuyang immediately coughed and said, "What inside information are you talking about?"

"Don't worry, even if they're listening in, they won't be that bored," Fan Bingbing said dismissively.

"Then why send them to America?" Xu Jiuyang changed the subject. "This isn't like you. Why are you so concerned about people you don't need?"

"Why do you make me sound like I'm materialistic?" the girl on the other end complained.

"Lies don't hurt, but the truth is the sharpest knife," Xu Jiuyang said, feigning profundity.

The sound of teeth grinding came from over there. You could imagine that if she were in front of you, she would definitely pounce on you and bite you, and then bite Ji.

“Her family has some connections in Beijing and Shanghai, not huge, but they still have some,” Fan Bingbing said.

“Then why are you sending her to America? Angela will definitely find out.” Xu Jiuyang understood immediately and almost blurted out: Are you two planning to have a love-hate relationship?
“Even if I don’t arrange for her to go to America, Angela will find out,” Fan Bingbing said nonchalantly. “Zhang Meng and Wang Mengmeng are old acquaintances.”

"Oh?" Xu Jiuyang was a little surprised, but then he thought about it and realized it was quite possible.

They were about the same age and both attended universities in Sydney, although not the same ones. But Sydney is so small, it was entirely possible for them to get to know each other.

Then I heard someone say, "When Wang Mengmeng participated in the Miss Chinese Sydney pageant in 99, Zhang Meng happened to be a host on a Chinese TV station and broadcast the moment she won the title."

Bridge Bean Sacks!

Xu Jiuyang was startled and asked in as calm a tone as possible, "Wang Mengmeng participated in a beauty pageant? And she won?"

"Yes, although it's just a local beauty pageant, she's still the champion. Are you interested?" Fan Bingbing's tone was full of teasing.

"Yes, absolutely." Xu Jiuyang replied in an impatient tone, trying to hide his own annoyance.

I was wondering why Wang Mengmeng looked so familiar. She studied finance and was a beauty pageant winner. Damn it, it's Mo Shenpo!

Memories that had been somewhat blurred suddenly became vivid again.

In fact, his relationship with Mo Shenpo in his past life was the simplest. They valued each other's bodies, so they broke up after living together for half a year.

However, I had a really wild six months, so much so that for several years afterward, whenever we met and the location was right, we would grab a quick bite together.

How did she end up being poached by Fan Bingbing? Xu Jiuyang was very puzzled; he had never heard of her knowing Zhang Meng in his previous life.

If there really was such a relationship, how could Mo Xiaoqi, or rather Wang Mengmeng, have ended up becoming a fortune teller?

But then again, he had already influenced too many people and things. Fan Bingbing and the others even seemed to have received enlightenment in their dreams, and their past life experiences could only be used as a reference.

Maybe it was because of Angela that Wang Mengmeng met Zhang Meng in Sydney in this lifetime.

Moreover, Fan Bingbing was right; Mo Shenpo really was a master of theory but a complete idiot in practice. In her past life, Wang Mengmeng often lamented to him how unsuccessful her investment banking career was. She had calculated everything perfectly, but in the end, she still lost a fortune, not only throwing away all her savings but also losing all the money her parents had prepared for her to buy a house.

However, he learned a lot about finance from her.

After all, at this time of the millennium, whether in China or abroad, a university degree still held considerable value.

"I still find it strange. Even if you still want to train her, you shouldn't have sent her to America," Xu Jiuyang asked again.

“She has a big problem, which is also a problem that most Chinese people who have been abroad have. Do you know what it is?” Fan Bingbing asked.

"I feel like you're going to find fault with me," Xu Jiuyang couldn't help but tease.

"Xu! classmate!" Fan Bingbing was unhappy.

"Okay, okay, it's just that we have too much of a bias against foreign countries," Xu Jiuyang sighed. "Even if we break through that bias, it's useless if we can't apply it in practice, right?"

“That’s not necessarily true,” Fan Bingbing said confidently. “She’s too idealistic, so she does everything in a very proper and methodical way. But you know, when it comes to investing, how can you possibly follow the rules?”

“You can make money by following the rules, but not much,” Xu Jiuyang said subconsciously.

"Xu! classmate!" Fan Bingbing gritted her teeth.

"Alright, alright, you're not wrong. Give her some time to develop, and maybe she can really be trained. Then she can be your investment advisor," Xu Jiuyang coaxed. "However, you should also be prepared that you might not be able to train her."

"It's okay, if I can't train her, I'll just send her to be your personal accountant. Anyway, you're interested in her," Fan Bingbing said nonchalantly, and then hung up the phone.

"Why the rush? I'm just telling the truth..." Xu Jiuyang shook his head, tossed his phone onto his desk, leaned back in his chair, and looked at the ceiling.

The sudden news about Mo Shenpo brought back many memories for him, such as Xiao Yezi, with whom he had lived the longest. She was probably still in high school and would be admitted to the Beijing Film Academy next year.

However, although I had a very formal relationship with Xiao Yezi, there weren't many memorable moments, probably because our relationship started rather uneventfully and ended rather uneventfully.

Unlike with Mo Shenpo, it was purely a matter of hormones, and even after breaking up, they still had lingering feelings for each other.

Xu Jiuyang could hardly remember how he started dating Xiao Yezi, but she did have the feel of a virtuous wife and loving mother, which was completely different from the image of her in some TV dramas.

However, when it comes to someone she really wants to marry, Jiaojiao is still the one who comes to mind.

Even after they slept together, the girl still liked to talk loudly about what she would do if she got married, acting like a desperate woman eager to get married, but she wasn't annoying at all, making her quite memorable.

"The problem is, what do we do now? What do we do with them?" Xu Jiuyang rubbed his forehead.

If Fan Bingbing hadn't recruited Wang Mengmeng under his wing and seemed intent on nurturing her, he might not have remembered them until much later, when he encountered them again in this lifetime.

Now that they've remembered, it's impossible to ignore it. After all, they were husband and wife for a day, and they hadn't done anything to wrong him in their past lives.

Even 15 years later, when he was downcast and had become rounder, although they didn't rekindle their romance when they met again, they all said that they would just let them know if they needed help.

Whether it's just polite talk or not, in this circle where people fawn over the powerful and belittle the weak, it's already quite commendable to have such an attitude.

But how should it be handled properly?

(End of this chapter)