The journey starts from the Titanic

He was reluctant to give up this opportunity. After receiving Lin Yimin's invitation, his heart had already answered.However, always cautious, he did not rush to make a final decision.

"Yeah. I believe you can do it." Song Ailing nodded and encouraged.This woman has always been decisive and will never stop looking for things.

Both of the couple are highly educated and have studied in top universities in the United States. They have a broad vision and would not prefer to be conservative like ordinary people. Now it is just when they started their careers, and their strength is far from the kind of power that came to the world. Point.

Beijing and Tianjin are the forces of the Northern Ocean. Jiangsu and Zhejiang in the south and Guangdong and Guangxi are self-contained. The old grandson was squeezed out. Jiang Jiang did not want to return to China in his lifetime. His brother Chen Guofu was still working in Shanghai to pay his debts. There are so-called four big families like history.However, the Song family rose early and lived more moisturized. Even the Confucian family developed well, but like history, the chance of collusion between military, government and finance is very slim.

Although the Kong family's development speed in Beijing and Tianjin is good, it is still far from Kong Xiangxi's ambitions.Moreover, it seems that the domestic situation has no signs that Kong Xiangxi can soar into the sky.

If there is no good opportunity, even if Kong Xiangxi climbed Yan Xishan, it would be difficult for the Beiyang warlord to cover the world.

"I heard that Huang Zhonghan, the big boss of the oil company, is a high-ranking official of Nanhua?" Song Ailing asked.

She is very concerned about this. If her husband can be appreciated by Nanhua's senior management, her future achievements will never be limited to business.After sleeping with Kong Xiangxi for so many years, she naturally knew that this sleek man was more suitable for mixed officialdom, but now she just had no chance.

"Minister of Transportation, one of the most powerful people in Nanhua. He was originally a big rich man with countless industries, but now it may be even more out of control. I heard that he presided over Nanhua's railway plan."

Having said that, Mr. Kong looked envious.

"Who said that?"

"Ziwen!"

"Oh! That should be fine."

Song Ailing nodded.Now the brothers and sisters of the Song family have almost their own careers. With the mother only eating fast and reciting the Buddha, the older sister Song Ailing's control over the younger siblings has obviously decreased.

One thought she didn't say was that Kong Xiangxi was very interested in his brother Song Ziwen's achievements.Kong Xiangxi is a very proud man, and now his achievements are not as good as the stupid brother-in-law, and he suffocates inwardly.Of course, this is only faintly felt by Song Ailing.

"This is a major event. We'd better ask Ziwen for his opinion. He has a better understanding of the situation there." Song Ailing suggested.

"Alright!" Kong Xiangxi happily accepted his wife's suggestion. He looked at his white and tender wife, caressed him, and teased, "I really went to Nanyang in the future. Madam, you are going to get a tan. But, Black has the charm of black."

"Fuck you, dead ghost! Have you ever seen the British in Singapore become black?" Song Ailing gave her husband a white look. This rare coquettishness without tigers made Kong Xiangxi tremble with care, and his heart was broken.

After receiving a telegram from Kong Xiangxi from Tianjin, Song Ziwen immediately replied and asked them to go to Shanghai to discuss in detail....

"I just came into contact with a widow who came here by myself not long ago, and now I am going to visit the real widow. It seems that Nanhua is really short of money!"

Lin Yimin sighed.

Even the young master has taken action, and he has to attract investment in the country himself, which shows how large the scale of Nanhua's construction is.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel excited.

"Mr. Lin, please inside! Our prince will be out soon." A man dressed in a melon hat and a jacket with a whip on his head invited Lin Yimin into the elegant and graceful room. It seemed that the man was a high-ranking housekeeper, but he was Lin Yimin frowned slightly with the strong slavish smell.

Since he came in, he found that the people here are similar to the previous ones, almost making him think that it is not the Republic of China.

"Yeah." Lin Yimin replied casually, and sat down with a calm expression on his face.He picked up the exquisite tea cup and sipped the good Longjing tea, in a good mood.

Looking at the room layout, there are both antique furniture and fashionable foreign imported electrical appliances, especially the golden loudspeaker of the phonograph, which makes Lin Yimin's eyes shine.

Xin said: It seems that this guy should be an enlightened and westernized person. He doesn't want to see those warlords who are rich in the land. They are keen on big dramas and creakly invite the team to the house. They have to sing for three or five days.

"Mr. Lin, lucky to meet." A man in his thirties with a rich face came in, dragging a long whip behind his head. It was thick and bright. It is estimated that he did not spend much time on maintenance, otherwise Not even the whip looks richer than others.

He is the former regent, the biological father of the last emperor Fu Yi Ai Xinjueluo?Zaifeng, a real nobleman, was born with rich and noble aura that no one can compare.

I heard that it was because he was incompetent and easier to control, so he was handed over by the Empress Dowager Cixi?

Lin Yimin thought to himself.

What really made Zaifeng's rise should be appreciated by the Allied Army of the Eight Powers invading China. The face-saving German Emperor Wilhelm asked the Qing court to send the royal family to Berlin to apologize.

At that time, the other royals were screaming and uneasy, for fear that this lifeless figure would fall on their heads, and finally Zai Feng left.

His performance is remarkable, neither humble nor arrogant won the praise of the German emperor.Zaifeng's successful diplomatic mission performed well among a group of mediocre royal families, and was valued and reused by Cixi.

Zaifeng is not Yuan Shikai's opponent, and is considered to be an idiot, but his tolerance and enlightenment have won many praises.

What's rare is that he can see away, he doesn't need to face up, and he goes home quickly to be a rich idler.

Maybe it's because I have seen through this country and it sucks!

Lin Yimin thought to himself.

Twenty years ago, could his own Xiaomin deal with emperor-like characters?

He hesitated for a while, neither overbearing nor overbearing: "Hello, Mr. Aixinjueluo. I take the liberty to visit, excuse me."

"Mr. Aixinjueluo?" Zaifeng was taken aback, then nodded, and looked at the western-style Lin Yimin. He felt that this young man had a new style, simple and neat, not procrastinated, neither humble nor overbearing, and no respectable style.

For Lin Yimin, Zaifeng also knows a lot. He knows that he can eat well and is closely related to foreigners. It seems that he is the Chinese from Nanyang?

He suddenly appeared at home today, what will he do?

Zai Feng thought to himself.

Although his personal style is Westernized, he is considered an enlightened figure among a pile of decadent widows and children, but he does not have a good impression of overseas Chinese, more precisely, his attitude is cold.

Perhaps subconsciously, they still think that those are "abandoned people" and "chaotic people", and the court's state is also contributed to the collapse of these people.

However, it is all over now, and the eminent dignitaries in the past are no better than other powerful guys.

Zai Feng sighed in his heart, adjusted his mentality, his calm and wise eyes fell on Lin Yimin's face, and he smiled slightly: "I wonder if Mr. Lin has any advice?"

"I can't talk about it, just a small suggestion." Lin Yimin said seriously.

"Please speak!" Zai Feng was a little curious, looking at Lin Yimin with a playful look, and wanted to hear the thoughts of this unceremonious young man.

"I'm here to borrow money from you!"

"Oh?" Zai Feng's expression narrowed, his eyes a little serious.There are many explanations for the term borrowing money. Does this guy want to threaten himself?

However, he was patient and asked casually: "How much?"

"Ten million is not much, preferably 30 to 50 million." Lin Yimin said boldly.

"Eh?" Zaifeng was taken aback, looking at Lin Yimin's expression that he didn't want to be fake, he really wanted to slap it over.Originally, he expected that if he borrowed three to fifty thousand, he would directly give it to him, and three to five thousand would be considered.

Now this guy actually asks for ten million?Zai Feng couldn't calm down.If he didn't know the other party's background, he would think this guy is crazy!

"This joke is not funny!" Zai Feng stared at Lin Yimin severely, with a sense of oppression in his eyes.

Lin Yimin nodded secretly. After all, he was a person who had been an "emperor", and he really had such a momentum.

He smiled slightly and met Zai Feng's gaze and said: "Listen to me, this is not for money and death. I just said that borrowing money is just an interesting argument.