The old man seemed to be very interested in the current commercial development of Huaxia, and pulled Wang Jianlin to sit down and chat.

From his words, Han Xuan learned that Wanda had just been established for six years, initially from the old city renovation project, and gradually entered the real estate industry.

Last year, a community was developed in Yangcheng, and the sales were particularly hot, and now we are preparing to buy land in Shanghai and develop it after the capital turnover.

He doesn't have the idea of building Wanda Plaza yet, and he is a well-known real estate developer, mostly working with the government to carry out projects.

Who would have thought that this small company, which currently has assets of only hundreds of millions of yuan, would become a giant with a market value of hundreds of billions in the future?

Han Xuan knows.

The comprehensive shopping mall he plans to build in Lujiazui is based on the future Wanda.

It's just that now this idea only exists in the mind, in 1994, the economy has not developed, and the construction of that kind of shopping mall is too advanced.

Finding that Wang Xiaocong had been staring at his hat, Han Xuan took it off and buckled it on his head.

His mother, Lin Ning, is learning from Guo Muzhou, saying that she recently had the idea of sending her son to Singapore for primary school.

A future demon king of the mixed world, according to the trajectory of his previous life, Han Xuan saw that he was cute, and couldn't help but pinch it again.

Wang Xiaocong was immediately dissatisfied and eliminated him with his eyes.

After dinner, Wang Jianlin rushed to call the waiter to settle the bill, and chatted until the door of the Peace Hotel, he held back his excitement, took Mr. Han's business card with both hands, and waved goodbye.

It was already late, went back to take a bath, Han Xuan stood by the window, looked at Lu Jiazui, who was under construction for a while, turned around and lay on the bed, and slept until dawn.

At about 8 o'clock the next morning, a plane with the United Airlines logo on it soared into the sky from Hongqiao Airport and flew north.

Target Yanjing

More than two hours later, of course, it was the airport again, and Han Xuan smiled stiffly for an hour in a warm voice.

The flash of the old-fashioned camera is not ordinarily lethal, but after closing the eyes, the reporter will shout to take another picture.

His eyes were red like rabbits, and he sat in the car arranged by others, and when the wind blew, his eyes were watery.

Having seen the Shanghai market, Han Xuan was not surprised by the current situation in Old Yanjing.

Along the Airport Expressway, which was just repaired last year, the streets are full of small yellow vans after entering the outskirts of the city.

The chatter driver introduced it with a mouthful of Beijing films: "We all call it noodles, and there are three kinds of taxis on the street, yellow-faced, red-yellow Xiali and Crown."

If you go out, you can play a yellow face at most, 10 yuan for 10 kilometers, and you don't dare to raise your hand when you see Xia Li, let alone the crown of 2 yuan a kilometer."

"Master Qian, don't be in a hurry to go to the hotel, take us around here first, where are you now?"

"It's almost time to Chaoyang District, there are many places to play in Yanjing, where do you want to go to the Temple of Heaven, the Forbidden City, the Great Wall, and the Summer Palace?"

"Those who will go back when they have time, see the capital first......" Han Xuan and the other middle-aged drivers finished speaking, and their eyes looked out the window.

In the alley, a group of women had a machine on their heads, which was supposed to be perming their hair.

Many women wore bright red lipstick, wore fur trench coats with fur collars, and carried small bags, hurrying by.

There are people riding bicycles with 28 bars everywhere, and foreigners can be seen among them, and the traffic policeman is wearing a white uniform and raising his hand when the red light is on.

Around an Alto car, dozens of people stopped their bicycles, some of whom had short legs and couldn't reach the ground, and had to jump off and wait for the green light to come on before riding.

The old man pushed the bamboo stroller, hummed the tune of Peking Opera in his mouth, and when he passed by a glass window, he found that the fake model was not wearing clothes, and he pushed the cart back and forth several times, shook his head and sighed, feeling that the world is not ancient, and the people's hearts are declining.

In order to be international, the barber shop has given a fashionable name called the Mona Lisa, which is not enough, and it must be marked below in English after writing in traditional Chinese.

When women come out, they look like Tibetan mastiffs with fried hair.

muttering that he was not curly enough, not yellow enough, etc., raised his hand to flick his hair, and walked with his buttocks twisting a little more than before.

Why twist your ass?

No why, you are a dirt bun, you are fashionable, you understand

The sky was blue, and large clouds floated, blown by the wind, slowly drifting south.

The closer you get to the city, the more open the road, there are some red walls and yellow tiles hidden in the green trees, and the glass beasts show the nobility of the ancient imperial city.

The brand-new bus is crowded with people, and the passengers standing in the middle have to get off the station, and they can't squeeze out at all.

Someone went crazy, shook his arms, and shouted to get out of the car.

Han Xuan also saw a fat man, whose face was squeezed against the glass, and his whole face was deformed.

In winter, there was a mist on the glass, and he initially thought it was a modernist abstract painting poster, but he put it on to add to the beauty of the bus, and then looked closely, only to find that it was actually a person

After entering Dongzhimenwai Street, we came to Sanlitun, which is located in the central and western part of Chaoyang District, and is a famous foreign embassy area in Yanjing.

Therefore, the business is more prosperous than other places, and you can see many Western-style bars, song halls, etc.

It's just that it's daytime, and the weather is quite cold, there are not many people on the road, and occasionally a foreigner comes out of the diplomatic apartment area, and he is shivering from the cold.

Nowadays, there are many old courtyard houses in this area, the gate is open to the road, and several families live together, and children play with each other at the door.

The alley was bustling with activity, old men and women, while washing vegetables and clothes, chatting with each other, and young people pedaling tricycles shouted: "Sell coal!

Suddenly, a child trotted over and asked for the adults in the family, how much is a piece......

The grandfather and grandson chatted with each other, and the Hongqi car made a long detour on the street.

After seeing the Forbidden City and Tiananmen Square, I walked straight west from West Chang'an Avenue to the Diaoyutai State Guesthouse located in the Diaoyutai Scenic Area.

At the door, soldiers in military uniforms were standing guard, with real guns, probably because there were many people coming this time, and the patrol team could be seen everywhere, and after registration, they drove in and came to the front of Building 18.

There was a fat old man in a suit, who was jumping to his feet in a hurry, looking at his watch from time to time, he was the person in charge of this building, and he had already received a call from the airport, but no one had come for a long time.

Now seeing these Hongqi cars, he breathed a sigh of relief, and ran to open the car door with a smile on his face: "It's finally here, welcome, welcome!"

In the morning, the U.S. Deputy Secretary of Commerce, Mr. Bryson, and many others came to ask if you were there. ”

"I'm sorry for the delay on the way."

Han Xuan looked at the two gilded bronze lions of the Old Summer Palace at the door, he didn't expect that they would arrange the hotel in Diaoyutai, it seems that Huaxia attaches great importance to this exchange meeting.

When the waiter took him, his grandfather, and grandfather to the presidential suite, he was really shocked, and this place used to be for the heads of state and presidents.

The fat old man just now smiled and said, "Mr. Deng specially arranged for you to live here, Han Xuan's children, do you want to live alone or with your family?"

When Han Xuan heard this, he was really in a bad mood

(ps: I won't write it in China, it's so difficult, I can't find the information, it seems that many people don't like to read it, so I will skip here quickly.) (To be continued.) )