dhibooks Chapter 12 The Oort Nebula 4
Chapter 12 The Oort Nebula 4
Fang Xian didn't expect that Shen Zhichuan asked him to come in to teach English, it turned out to be teaching a doctoral student.
He was surprised, and Xie Li was also very uncomfortable.
He took Xie Li's manuscript and read it through, with a standard London accent.
After listening to Xie Li, he felt ashamed of himself, and when it was his turn to speak, he couldn't even read a sentence.
Fang Xian didn't show his face, and he became more and more puzzled in his heart. How did this low imitation spoken language get admitted to the doctorate of Lanzhou University?
Tan Ke was wrapping up in a bathrobe and talking to someone, when the cell phone in his pocket rang continuously.
He said sorry to others, took out his mobile phone, and several messages popped up in succession.
【Fang Xian: I caught your wife at my wife's house. 】
[Fang Xian: My wife asked me to teach your wife English.I let you know. 】
[Fang Xian: I said that your wife is also a doctoral student at Lanzhou University. Why is this spoken language the same as the one cut out on Pinduoduo? 】
Tan Ke was puzzled, so he sent a question mark, put away his phone, and greeted the person opposite: "Go on."
Opposite him sat Song Yi's brother.
The Private Equity Association invited people from the China Securities Regulatory Commission and the Economic Association, and also brought together a group of private equity partners to accompany them, and they danced wildly in the hot spring villa on Tianhua Mountain.
Song Yi's father and brother both studied monetary policy and were also invited.
"The current policy direction is like this, and you know it well. The original intention of the country is to rectify the market, not to kill it all. After all, you are still counting on you to make the market flow." Song Yi's brother lit a cigarette and changed the subject, "By the way, I heard that Song Yi went to look for you again in the past two days? Originally, he wanted to come with you today, but my dad didn't agree."
Tan Ke's parents are also scholars, and the two have known each other for many years.
Tan Ke was annoyed at mentioning this name, so he reached out and pushed the teacup in front of him: "He doesn't like girls, does your old man know?"
Song Yi's elder brother shook his head: "The old man is not stupid, he just doesn't poke holes. He is a young man who likes to play. The family has already started arranging blind dates for him." He smiled wryly at Tan Ke, "Please bear with me until he gets married Enough."
Tan Ke was noncommittal and did not answer.
When Tan Ke came out of the villa with a suit jacket in his hand, he caught up with a group of people making fun of the waitress in the villa.
A group of men held handfuls of red banknotes and encouraged two young waiters to fight like puppies.
There are all kinds of partners, traders, deputy directors and executive directors, senior vice presidents and executive vice presidents, supervisors, directors and supervisors on the financial street. The sign at the door is full of business cards like a mountain, and the titles on them can be used for fun.But this group of people took off their elite snake sloughs, and they are no different from the hooligans on the street staring at girls' skirts.
From one side of the ocean to the other, the hobbies of this group of brokers have always been the same, regardless of national boundaries and ethnicities.It's just that the target has changed from a female stripper at the bar across the flower street to a waitress in a Chinese-style hot spring villa.
Wealth makes the noble still noble, and the vulgar double vulgar.
In the first two years when Tan Ke entered Huajie, he was particularly disgusted with this sensual money-making culture.
He enjoys the thrill of winning thousands of miles away with a huge amount of money in his hand, and the excitement brought by the ups and downs of the exponential curve in an instant, but he also suffocates from the stench emitted here.
This is a very different world from academia.
The senior trader scolded the new bird at the top of his voice, and the words he used were so filthy that he would never forget it; one second he was humbly flattering the client on the phone, and the next second he dialed the backstage* phone, and put the request in a bunch of greetings The swear words of the women in the whole family were sprayed out.
Everyone is thinking about how to use the information gap to package garbage into good things and sell it to others, even if they know that the other party has a wife who is lying in the cancer pain hospital.
Those who make profits are proud of themselves, while those who lose money can't wait to hang themselves in the toilet.
In the ivory tower, reputation is equated with life. Some people dare to fake data and copy three or two pages of content without citing it, which is enough for researchers to talk about it for half a year.
But in Huajie, reputation is not worth mentioning, and the smell of fraud is in the air.
Greed is like a huge wave, engulfing everyone here.
In Tan Ke’s first year in Huajie, he worked overtime every Friday until the next morning, and then drove back to Princeton from his office in Huajie.
The Flower Street on weekends is still crowded with people, and there is never a shortage of tourists waiting to take pictures in front of the bronze bull sculpture.
The outbound direction of the Manhattan Bridge is usually empty at this time, enough for Tan Ke to step on the accelerator of the GLC to [-] rpm, like a free wild horse galloping away.
The moment the feeling of back pushing spreads along the seat to the spine, he even feels a little bit like an arrow.
The town of Princeton is small, usually quiet and peaceful, like a country beauty still living in the seventeenth century.
Tan Ke would leave the car in a public parking lot, buy a bacon and fried egg sandwich without sauce from a mobile food truck on the street, then jump on the No. 606 bus and sit all the way to Palmer Square in front of Princeton University.
He was wearing a standard non-striped dark suit on Huajie, and black leather shoes without buckles, sitting on the side of the square, out of place with tourists holding cameras and students wearing school logo shirts.
But he felt relaxed, like lying barefoot in his own bedroom.
When Tan Ke walked to the parking lot of the hot spring villa, he ran into Chenghua's boss coming out of it, with something bulging in his pocket.
He nodded towards the other party and simply said hello, but he was pulled back unexpectedly.
"You told me that you had no money a while ago," Chenghua Boss, a middle-aged man with a big belly, patted Tan Ke on the shoulder vigorously, "I just found out that the net profit of Long Whale was 23% last year, and how much is a UNICAT?" , you can’t even get 6000 million? Tell the truth, don’t you want to play with the old brothers?”
Tan Ke curled his lips and smiled: "I really don't have any money. Add up several accounts, and the working capital is less than this amount."
He reached out and compared a number.
Chenghua's boss didn't believe it: "If you don't come here, last year's income is enough for you to build a house with money."
Tan Ke showed a bit of helplessness, and by the way opened the physical distance with the other party: "I bought some things at the end of last year, and threw them on there."
The boss of Chenghua was curious: "What did you buy? A villa? A car? You didn't buy an island, did you? Hey, speaking of this island, I remembered last year..."
The other party's interest came up, as if he wanted to talk endlessly.
Tan Ke was already impatient with this kind of conversation, and interrupted: "It's nothing, it's just a piece of equipment."
He was thinking of an excuse to get away, and the phone rang just in time.He pretended to apologize: "Excuse me, our vice president's call."
The call was from Fang Xian.
Tan Ke got into the car before picking him up.
Fang Xian's overly energetic voice came out of the receiver: "It took me so long to answer, did I interrupt your good business?"
Tan Ke squeezed the center of his eyebrows: "If you have something to say, just say it."
Fang Xian dragged his voice: "I sent you so many messages, why didn't you reply to me? I saw you at my wife's house two days ago and brought the little boy from the company."
Tan Ke took out the Bluetooth headset and threw the phone to the co-pilot: "When did you get married? I'll help you buy an advertising space and thank the caring person who reclaimed you for the people of the whole country."
Fang Xian chuckled: "Just my neighbor, that college teacher surnamed Shen, he is so pretty, if he catches him, he will bring it out for you to see."
Tan Ke gave his hand while pulling the seat belt: "Which university?"
"Landa," Fang Xian flaunted happily, "Looks like he's an astrophysics guy, awesome."
Suddenly there was no sound from Tan Ke, and Fang Xian fed him for a long time before he spoke again: "You can mess with those diggers*, don't harm the pillars of the country."
Fang Xian quit: "It's too ugly, why do you call it messing up? Every one of mine is true love."
Tan Ke sneered: "Yes, the true love who will break up with you if you don't give money."
Fang Xian was exposed, and immediately raised his gun and went into battle: "You are an old cow who eats young grass and messes with a 20-year-old boy. Do you have the nerve to call me?"
Tan Ke turned the steering wheel and drove the car up the mountain road: "When will you and Tan Xin get rid of the problem of illogical reasoning? That student is my sister-in-law's assistant, and it's just happened once or twice."
Fang Xian was in a strange mood: "Oh, I brought someone back to the company once or twice and asked Tan Xin to show him what to do. You are so concerned."
"I don't care." Tan Ke pulled down the window, and the evening wind blew in, "I'll hang up if it's okay."
"Don't, don't, there's something to do." Fang Xian stopped making trouble, "It's really something to do."
"Say."
The sky will be late, and the clouds will be like brocade.Tan Ke took off his sunglasses, inexplicably thinking of the sunset glimpsed from the open aluminum alloy canopy.
Fang Xian babbled on the phone: "That teacher Shen asked me to teach his students English, just that little doctor. I was wondering how bad a doctoral student's English is, but guess what? He was really bad. The kind that is too bad to open your mouth."
"The way I look at him, do you know who reminds me of him?" Fang Xian pretended.
Tan Ke didn't talk and didn't answer, so Fang Xian had to ask himself and answer: "I think of Carson. When Carson first entered Lancaster Public School, he spoke English exactly like him. He didn't dare to make eye contact, and a vowel was too much to hear. Repeatedly voicing to confirm, nervous, and hesitant. I think this child is either unable to speak, or afraid to speak."
Fang Xian became very excited: "My neighbor seems to attach great importance to this student, you said if I can help him solve this problem, will he fall in love with me at first sight from now on, make a promise, and fall in love with me? Down?"
Tan Ke has a big head.He thought for a few seconds before saying, "Did you know that Carson had an Asian ex-boyfriend who had been talking for a long time but then broke up?"
Fang Xian was puzzled: "The one where he was crying? What does it have to do with me?"
"Yes." Tan Ke said, "Carson's ex-boyfriend is your neighbor. His surname is Shen, and his name is Shen Zhichuan. He is now in the Physics Institute of Lanzhou University. You can check his resume at Lanzhou University and you will know that he also graduated from Princeton."
Carson is Tan Ke's brother in Princeton.Speaking of which, he knew Fang Xian through his senior brother Carson.
When Fang Xian was in middle school in the UK, there was a talented mixed-race boy in his class.
The public school is a capitalist magnifying glass.Teenagers whose secondary sexual characteristics have just developed are best at reciting titles and classifying people into ranks.
Wealthy Chinese like Fang Xian are at the bottom of the list, and Carson, an illegitimate mixed-race who can't even tell the difference between r and l, can't even be at the bottom of the list.
No matter how high the IQ is, it can't hide the brown skin.
He was called "Dalit*".
It is also natural for the penultimate and negative one to play together.
Carson turned salty fish over later, entered Princeton at the age of 16, and has been cheating all the way since then.
Fang Xian was obviously shocked by this relationship.
He and Carson don't see each other very often, and they maintain a friendship of gentlemen who exchange postcards at Christmas all the year round.
The last time they met was four years ago when Carson returned to the United States from Antarctica again. It happened that Fang Xian went to meet Tan Ke, and the three of them got together.
That day happened to be the day when Shen Zhichuan left without saying goodbye, and Carson drank too much that night, Fang Xian knew that there was still such a period.
Tan Ke turned on the lights and changed lanes, slowly merging into the city's traffic: "Change yourself."
Through the electric current, his voice contained a sense of pity: "Shen Zhichuan can't afford to play, and he won't play with you."
The author has something to say: *Backstage: The backstage of investment banks refers to support and core departments, and does not bring direct benefits.As opposed to what traders call a "front desk."
*diggers: golddiggers money worshipers
*Dalit: Refers to the untouchables in the Indian caste system.
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Fang Xian: I thought about it carefully, and I'm sure about Shen Zhichuan.
Tan Ke:?
Fang Xian: Come and let me do the math for you.Your wife is my wife's student. A saint is a teacher every day and a father all his life.Your wife calls my wife's father, and your wife's father's husband is also a father.You should also call your wife's father Dad, so it can be deduced that I am also your father.