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The middle-aged man was stunned for a long time.

He looked Zhang Yifan up and down several times.

The expression on his face changed from polite to confused, and then from confused to incredulous.

Before he arrived, Tian Junqian repeatedly instructed him to take good care of this third largest shareholder.

They said this person was a benefactor of the rice, so they had to provide the highest level of service.

Having served as Tian Jun's private driver for so many years, he had met many big shots.

But the man in front of him... looks even younger than his son.

Out of professional caution, he nodded slightly apologetically to Zhang Yifan:

"Sir, I'm so sorry, please wait a moment while I confirm."

Zhang Yifan nodded slightly.

"It's okay, you can verify it."

Then he took his phone, walked to the side, and dialed Tian Jun's number.

"Mr. Tian, ​​I've picked him up, but... this Mr. Zhang looks very young, I'd like to confirm with you."

Tian Jun's laughter came from the other end of the phone, and he said, "It's him. Bring him here properly."

Upon receiving confirmation, the middle-aged man felt a weight lifted from his shoulders.

He quickly turned back to Zhang Yifan and bowed repeatedly in apology.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Zhang, I didn't think this through earlier. This way, please. Your car is waiting in the parking lot."

Zhang Yifan said it was nothing, and took Shen Zhiyi's hand, following behind him towards the parking lot.

Shen Zhiyi stood beside Zhang Yifan.

He took in the middle-aged man's shocked expression the whole time.

She quietly tugged at Zhang Yifan's sleeve.

Zhang Yifan turned his head to look at her.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Zhiyi spoke softly.

"The way that person looked at you just now was full of disbelief."

"When I first learned that you owned 10% of the rice company's shares, I had the same reaction as him."

Zhang Yifan chuckled softly.

"That's normal. Who would have thought that a high school student would hold shares worth hundreds of billions?"

Once in the car, the middle-aged man started the engine and introduced himself:

"Mr. Zhang, my surname is Zhou, and I am Mr. Tian's personal driver."

Mr. Tian specifically instructed me to pick you up, saying that since this is your first time in Beijing, everything must be arranged properly.

The hotel has been booked for you. Mr. Tian has also specially arranged a welcome banquet for you tonight; all the top executives from DaMi will be there.

Zhang Yifan thanked him and leaned back in the back seat, watching the street scene flash by outside the window.

Driver Zhou glanced at the young shareholder in the rearview mirror and was secretly surprised.

The young man spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly, and his attitude was gentle and natural. He did not have the arrogance and pride that people his age usually have when they are suddenly elevated to such a height.

Mr. Tian usually dislikes people who are all talk and no action, but Mr. Zhang has a similar vibe to him.

His liking for this young man quietly increased by several percentage points.

The car was parked in front of a luxury hotel.

Driver Zhou led the way, and Zhang Yifan and Shen Zhiyi followed behind him through the lobby and into the elevator.

When the elevator doors opened, the corridor was so quiet that you could hear your own footsteps.

Driver Zhou pushed open the door to the private room and gestured for them to enter.

Zhang Yifan led Shen Zhiyi inside.

The private room was large, and a round table was full of people.

Tian Jun sat in the main seat, wearing a dark gray shirt with the cuffs rolled up, and had that classic smile on his face that Zhang Yifan had seen countless times in the parody video section.

Tian Jun was surrounded by Vice President Zhou, Vice President Li, the Technical Vice President, and several other high-ranking officials whose names Zhang Yifan had seen in the news but couldn't recall.

The moment the door opened, everyone stood up.

This was the first time Zhang Yifan had actually met Tian Jun in person.

The "Awesome!" on the screen and the smiling, slightly tired yet approachable middle-aged man in front of me overlapped at this moment.

Tian Jun was stunned when he first saw Zhang Yifan.

He knew Zhang Yifan was young; he had heard his voice on the phone and seen his photo in the file, but he was still shocked when he met him in person.

She looks younger than in the photos and is more composed than I imagined.

He smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, you're even younger than I thought, so young that I'm a little jealous. And you're handsome too, which makes me even more jealous."

Zhang Yifan replied, "President Tian, ​​you look taller than those in the 'ghostly' section."

There was a moment of silence in the private room, then Tian Jun led the way in laughing out loud.

He pointed at Zhang Yifan with his finger, then turned to the other executives and said, "Look, our third-largest shareholder is exposing my secrets right from the start."

The atmosphere immediately relaxed, and several senior executives greeted Zhang Yifan with smiles.

They all knew that the third largest shareholder was young, but when they actually saw him in person, they were still shocked by his age.

Eighteen years old, just finished the college entrance examination, younger than all the children present.

But no one present dared to underestimate him.

From deciding to build cars to officially launching the project, Tian Jun would call Zhang Yifan to solicit his opinions on every major decision.

The concept of "the first car for young people" was proposed by Zhang Yifan.

This car was Tian Jun's dream, and it was only with Zhang Yifan's push from behind that it finally came to fruition.

They knew this young man was extraordinary, but seeing him in person now, they realized he was even more composed than they had imagined.

Shen Zhiyi stood next to Zhang Yifan, looking at the high-ranking executives of the rice company she usually only saw on TV, and unconsciously gripped Zhang Yifan's arm.

Although her father was also a leader within the system, the people in front of her were real big shots who had worked their way up in the business world, and the air in the entire private room carried a heavy weight.

Zhang Yifan patted the back of her hand to reassure her.

He showed no sign of nervousness and, at Tian Jun's invitation, led Shen Zhiyi to sit next to him.

Shen Zhiyi sat on his other side, and Vice President Zhou personally poured tea for the two of them.

Tian Jun raised his glass first: "Welcome, Mr. Zhang, to Beijing. The success of our rice car manufacturing project today is inseparable from your foresight and support. This first glass is to Mr. Zhang."

After saying that, he picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, leaving Zhang Yifan stunned.

Rumors circulated that a senior executive in the rice supply chain had offended Sanxing, and Tian Jun personally went to Sanxing four times to apologize, during which he drank five bottles of red wine by himself.

Five bottles.

Sitting across from him was one of the most formidable chaebols in South Korea. Tian Jun kept drinking, glass after glass, until the other party finally relented, and only then did he put down his glass.

Seeing Tian Jun drinking with his own eyes, Zhang Yifan felt that the rumors were probably not exaggerated, and might even be an understatement.

He reached for the wine bottle on the table, intending to pour it into his glass, but Tian Jun snatched the bottle away first.

"It's true that you are the third largest shareholder of our rice, but you are still too young."

It's best to avoid drinking alcohol if possible.

We old men have been drinking for most of our lives, and we can't quit. Don't follow our example.

He put the wine bottle back beside him and poured Zhang Yifan a cup of tea.

"A little tea will do."

Zhang Yifan felt a slight warmth in his heart.

He had never drunk alcohol before and was afraid of getting drunk and making a fool of himself in front of so many people, but Tian Jun's words were like paving a way out for him in front of everyone.

Tonight, no one in the room dared to force Zhang Yifan to drink anymore.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Tian Jun had drunk his fill, and his smile became more relaxed, but there was still a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

He put down his wine glass, turned to Zhang Yifan, and suddenly spoke:

"Mr. Zhang, although the rice-making project has been approved, things aren't going well."

Ever since we announced our plans to build cars, we've been bombarded with criticism, with everyone waiting to see us fail.

There's a slogan circulating online now: "...If rice is used to make cars, it's doomed."

He gently placed the wine glass on the table, looking into Zhang Yifan's eyes.

"Do you think they're right?"