Reborn Capital Madman

When Gao Xian finished his work meal and left the restaurant, he looked at his father's back and Ping An scratched his head. Although his heart was filled with the fulfillment of his wish, there was also a small inexplicable feeling of loss that he was still under his father's control.

Zhou Chengchang, who sat over, smiled and said, "Master Ping An, the boss wants to assign you two more assistants to strengthen public relations, security and other aspects of work."

Ping An nodded, "My dad just said, I don't have any objection, Uncle Chang can just look at the arrangements."

Zhou Chengchang dutifully explained in detail, "Actually, increasing manpower will not cause much trouble to Master Ping'an. The main purpose is to strengthen security. After all, you are still very young now, but you have already become famous and will participate in competitions all over the world.

, the situation will become complicated. At the same time, facing reporters with various purposes, it is very likely to involve topics outside the sports circle. Once it is not handled well, it will easily lead to extraneous matters under a magnifying glass."

Ping An also showed great patience, "I understand, now that my relationship with my dad is public, it will be easy to associate some of my views with my dad."

"Yes, we just want to rule out this possibility." Zhou Chengchang felt relieved. He suddenly felt that Master Ping An was not that rebellious. Look, he is so reasonable!

"So, Master Ping An, do you have any additional requirements for the two additional assistants?" Zhou Chengchang pointed his fingers and gave an example, "For example, male or female? Black, white? Middle-aged or similar in age?"

"Uncle Chang, do you have enough manpower?" Pingan was happy, "In this case, you choose two male assistants who can withstand the pain of running around so that they can integrate with my current team. It is best to be proficient in multiple languages, so

It’s also convenient to travel to competition venues around the world.”

Zhou Chengchang patted his chest and said, "Then I'll take care of it."

Just as he was talking, Zhou Chengchang caught a glimpse of a young man walking over from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but be slightly startled.

Jiaming, who was chewing bubble gum, sat down between the two of them, grabbed one of Ping An's arms and shook it, admiring: "It's really the same every year, and he's much stronger than when we met during the winter vacation last year.

!”

Ping An showed off his biceps and then asked casually: "You didn't come to see me specifically, did you?"

Zhou Chengchang interjected: "You two young masters, let's talk. I still have work to do, so I'll go and do it first."

"Bye, Uncle Chang." Jiaming made an OK gesture, and then answered Ping An, "I just wanted to play with you. You have been missing since you returned to Xiangjiang, but I can't help but ask."

"After playing the game, I was really a little tired, so I took a good rest." Ping An answered vaguely, but also showed a polite refusal.

Jiaming smiled slightly, stood up, grabbed Ping An's arm and walked out, "Jia Cheng and I rented a club, restaurant, stadium, swimming pool, skating rink... everything is available. They are all acquaintances, and there is no one to hang out with.

disturb."

Ping An was half pushed and half dragged into the car by Jiaming. In fact, usually he was not very willing to contact Jiaming and Jiacheng's circle, but today was a bit special, especially when Jiaming was so enthusiastic.

Even though Jiaming was younger than Ping An, he was much more talkative than Ping An. After the driver started the car, he and Ping An, who were sitting in the back seat, chatted non-stop and learned about Ping An's developments in the past six months.

Ping An is a little bit shy about words, but because he has participated in competitions everywhere, he has been to many well-known cities with distinctive characteristics around the world. In addition, he is somewhat proficient in multiple languages. From time to time, he will introduce the customs of a certain place.

Jia Ming's eyes lit up when he heard the favor.

"You are still amazing. You really followed your own ideals and found a path." Jiaming admired sincerely.

Ping An felt a little embarrassed by such sincere worship. He waved his hand and said modestly: "It's not a big deal. As long as you are self-disciplined and focused, you can achieve your goals."

Jiaming eagerly asked for advice, "Can you use your own words and deeds to give an example of self-discipline and concentration, such as..."

"For example..." Ping An thought for a while, "I never read the love letters found in my schoolbag..."

Jiaming wiped his mouth and said, "It's too late for you to say this. My first kiss has already been lost."

The professional driver in the driving seat was amused by Jiaming's truth. Ping An smiled and shook his head, "Everyone's opinions and experiences must be different. You can only rely on yourself to figure it out."

Unknowingly, the car arrived at its destination, and along the way, the boundary set by Ping An did not block Jiaming's talkativeness at all.

Walking into the club, Ping An discovered that the chartered club had become an amusement park. The sounds of children playing could be heard from time to time. Looking from a distance, one could see Jiayuan and several children around ten years old.

, wearing roller skates and running around everywhere, which made the staff responsible for taking care of them very busy.

Jiayuan saw Ping An and Jiaming at a glance, and immediately gathered her friends around, "Brother Ping An, wait a moment and take a photo with us."

Ping An was a bit over the top and tried to drag Jiaming, but Jiaming had the foresight to slip out far away.

By the time Ping An had enough of being manipulated by a bunch of kids, Jiaming had already finished a bottle of drink leisurely.

Ping An wiped his sweat and asked Jiaming, "Where is Jiacheng?"

Jiaming raised his hand and pointed, "He organized a small forum where people sat on the floor in the indoor stadium over there, and they probably talked a lot."

Ping An walked lightly and walked to the stadium gate with Jiaming, just in time to see a young man finishing his speech in a mellow tone.

Jiacheng and Ping An's eyes crossed each other for a moment, then they stood up with a smile and said, "Everyone, let's have a rest. Let me introduce someone by the way."

Ping An's tall height of 1.8 meters was too conspicuous on this occasion, and with his celebrity face, he was already recognized by some people. However, no one said anything, so he could be said to be quite calm.

According to ordinary people's perception, these teenagers who are still in middle school are still in the stage where they only know how to play with their youthful hormones, but they are obviously different. This is the difference in social class.

While he was being looked at intensively by more than a dozen eyes, Ping An was also looking at more than a dozen people across from him. Some of them, like Jiacheng, Jiaming, and Jiayuan, were members of the same generation as the Yi family and the Gao family. He knew them all, and the rest were just

Strange. For example, among the girls, the most dazzling girl standing next to Jiacheng is an unfamiliar face.

In the brief and delicate silence, everyone was waiting for Jiacheng. How to introduce Ping An, the new star in the world of tennis.

The smile on Jiacheng's face did not change, and he spoke passionately, "This is my brother Ping An. I guess some of you already know him, so why don't you all introduce yourselves? We are all our own people, so don't let anyone else see you."

The scene immediately became lively, and everyone shook hands with Ping An and said hello. There was no lack of excitement. When it was the turn of the girl next to Jiacheng to introduce herself as "Shi Yafu", Ping An looked at her, but touched her politely.

Touch each other's fingertips.

Taking advantage of a gap, Jia Ming took Ping An to a secluded place and murmured in a low voice, "You can also see that there is something like that between Shi Yafu and Jiacheng?"

Ping An couldn't help but wonder, "Yes or no, isn't it normal? You said it yourself, you lost your first kiss a long time ago."

"That's different..." Jiaming sighed, "I guess you don't know about Chen Zhizhi's rotten millet incident in the previous generation. If they really have that intention, it's probably a bad relationship. My mother will find out.

I’ll probably be furious.”

When Yi Huirong was mentioned, Ping An shrank his neck in awe, "Just pretend you have never said this to me and I don't know anything."