Chapter 380 King's Game 2
The man's fingers crossed the screen of the mobile phone without clicking it. The broken explosion-proof screen protector blocked the touch operation.
"Fake!"
Muttering a curse, he flattened his palm, wiped the dirty and broken screen, and continued to click.
This time, the software opened.
However, there was another problem with the facial recognition when logging into the account. After the progress animation briefly rotated twice, the man entered the account password in the password field that popped up.
Then, he was like a goose being grabbed by the throat, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, opened his eyes again, and found that he had seen it right.
Weakly put down the phone, the shirtless man wearing only shorts climbed up from the bed and walked out of the bedroom.
"George, you haven't eaten yet. I made some pancakes. You can eat them with sauce. Also, don't stay at home every day, go out and find a job."
His mother's chattering came from the sofa. George glanced at the food on the table and said nothing.
The woman was used to her son's depression. She just watched TV and continued to knit a sweater.
George walked behind his mother, bent down, held her head and kissed her.
"My child, it's okay. Everyone has bad days, so you should eat first."
In the story of "Yilin", children in the United States will have to eat after they are eighteen years old. Growing up alone without family, in the real America there are many young people who have spent all their parents' life savings to afford a house.
There are not just two people like George who live in their mother's apartment after losing their jobs. His mother thought that her words hurt her child's self-esteem, so her tone was even a little ashamed and uneasy.
"Mom, I'm a little incompetent. Maybe I shouldn't have come to this world."
George's voice was hoarse and low. While the hand knitting the sweater was stunned, a burst of footsteps came from came from behind, and my mother quickly turned around.
But George had already opened the window, and at the last moment, he glanced at the home behind him with nostalgia.
He saw the white hair on his mother's head and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. The old woman covered her mouth and seemed frightened.
"NO! Child, no! Don't be like this. I can let you live even without a job, don't be like this!"
George didn't want to cause any psychological pressure to his mother. He wiped his tears and smiled. explained.
"It's not because of this, Mom, I don't have the courage to live anymore. I don't blame you, it's your son who is too incompetent."
After saying that, the man sitting on the window poked his head out. , under the influence of gravity, it fell down like a broken sofa.
Throwing away the sweater prepared for George, the old mother dragged her weak legs to the window. She wanted to stick her head out to see her son, but she didn't have the courage.
Using her arms as hard as she could, she held on to the window sill so that she didn't have to sit on the ground.
Everything was too sudden. She had lost the most precious thing in her life without even a little psychological construction.
And this is just the aftermath of the waterfall in BEC’s market capitalization.
George didn't have the guts to play with BEC coins. He just took advantage of the skyrocketing momentum of BEC coins to buy some other cryptocurrency options on LCE, that's all.
Cheng Daqi’s use of knives and gimmicks set off the LCE craze, but now, the tide has receded.
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There is no faint fragrance of flowers in the morning in Paris. There is coffee on the left bank of the Seine. Matching the coffee is the ancient flavor of the Seine that has remained unchanged for hundreds of years.
Old Parisians like to drink coffee, but when drinking coffee, if it doesn’t smell a little bit stinky, they will just lift their chin slightly and say it’s not authentic.
Job is a milkman in Paris. Every morning, he drives his small truck for more than 30 kilometers to deliver milk newly produced from farms in the suburbs of Paris to customers in the city center. in hand.
Today, there are more black people (Job thinks they are niggas) on the right bank of the Seine than in the past. Job, who was stuck in traffic, opened his window and breathed atomic breath outside.
"Bah! Damn it!"
He didn't say who the damned person was. It might be the disgusting black people he thought he thought, it might be the incompetent Paris transportation department, or it might be this fucking world.
Anyway, he didn’t say who died.
After being stuck in traffic for nearly seven minutes, Job's minivan started moving again. In order not to be deducted for being late, the experienced milkman drove the minivan into a catapult start.
Despite this, when he arrived at the unloading point in the kitchen of the Cézanne Palace Hotel, he was still two minutes late.
"Hey, man, let's give some face to the cigarettes made by the Cuban girl."
What can I do if I'm late?
Job could only start to engage in personnel matters with a diligent face.
“Xabi, the Cuban girl is rolling cigars, not cigarettes!”
The person in charge of the kitchen supplies department was Job’s elementary school classmate, and he cursed Job. , opened the lid and checked today's fresh milk, and then explained in a low voice.
"It won't happen again!"
Job said with a smile.
“The pastor of our village will hold a handover ceremony over the weekend. Remember to come back and see us. Let’s have a drink together.”
“Okay, let’s talk about it on the weekend. I’m too busy. , ugh.”
Job got back into the truck and continued driving to the next delivery point.
You are Shabi. You pretend to be a hammer. Aren’t you just a small manager of the hotel’s kitchen supplies department? Who doesn’t know who you are?
At half past five in the morning, Paris time, Job continued his work. He still had several hotels to go to.
Europe is a long-established agricultural region, and France’s agriculture and animal husbandry are number one in the world. The fresh milk delivered by Job was quickly delivered to the breakfast room of the Cézanne Palace Hotel.
“Fresh milk and fruit salad has no salad, only fresh milk and fruits. Its flavor only depends on the fragrance of fresh milk and the fruity fragrance of fruits. We will have different fruits in different seasons. How to balance the taste? , making a salad that can make guests applaud is a skill that needs to be honed carefully.”
The chef in the breakfast room leaned on the kitchen table, folding his arms, and served the new apprentices. Explained the details.
"You all came from other sub-brand hotels for further training. Maybe you were already the ace breakfast chef in your original hotel, but at Cezanne, you still have a lot to learn."
"Okay. No more talking, you handle the fruit first, remember the details I told you yesterday, don’t mess it up!”
“Idiot! The apple juice here can only be made from the sweetest part of the apple. You left too much behind!”
“That’s not how the rubber is cut! Shape! How many times do I need to emphasize that?”
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My nose is itchy.
Cheng Daqi reached out and touched his nose and found a hand that did not belong to him.
"Mi'er, what are you doing?"
He opened his eyes helplessly and found that the excited girl had already woken up and was picking a piece of wood from the decorative ornaments. The feathers that came down poked his nostrils.
“Don’t sleep, we are still busy today.”
The rich black-haired woman got into his arms, lay on his chest and said.
Cheng Daqi closed his eyes and asked.
“What time is it?”
“Seven o’clock.”
“I’ll sleep for two more hours. You know I rarely give myself a holiday. Today I want to take one. Wake up naturally.”
"No, we have a busy schedule in the morning, let's get up."
Between sleeping naturally and accommodating Mi'er's desire for control, Mr. Cheng took a second to make a decision.
Looking at the man who closed his eyes and pretended to be dead, Tamir raised the feather in his hand again and started a special wake-up call service that no other person in the world had the opportunity to enjoy.
"Okay, okay, let me get up. Ah, Mi'er, we are here for vacation, but you got up at seven o'clock. Did I misunderstand the word vacation?"
Black hair The rich woman was too lazy to answer such stupid questions. Seeing that Daqi had woken up, she got up and walked out the door.
"You take care of yourself first and then have breakfast. After breakfast, it's time for fitting and tailoring. Paris is the capital of fashion. Let's finish your summer clothes for this year first this morning, and then..."
Cheng Daqi showed some strength. He woke up dazed and said while rubbing his face.
"It's too troublesome, Mi'er, can you not make it so troublesome?"
The black-haired rich woman turned around, looked at this 'lazy guy', and replied in a bad tone.
"Not good. This time you are accompanying me on vacation. You have to listen to me!"
"Okay, I'll listen to you!"
What could Cheng Daqi say? He had no choice but to agree to Mi'er's arrangement.
"Okay, I'm going to do makeup and styling first. I'll come back later."
Mi'er left, Cheng Daqi looked at the servant and asked.
“Is there a service that helps me wash up without getting up, and also has breakfast.”
"As you wish."
It's not that Mr. Cheng is lazy, it's that he is too tired.
In the stories of success studies, those successful and famous people seem to have a common trait, that is, they are full of energy.
But Mr. Cheng has succeeded now. Judging from his experience, big people are not full of energy, but have to be coerced and pushed forward.
Like now, Cheng Daqi seemed to have had a night's rest, but he only slept for less than six hours, so how could he completely relieve his fatigue.
Turning on his phone, Mr. Cheng found the daily briefing sent by his secretaries.
People from Shanhaiguan, MAS, LEC, Gru, Lao Li, Eris and others wrote to him personally. Through these reports, Mr. Cheng can simply understand how his business was operating yesterday. .
The palace-style service at the Cézanne Hotel is not authentic at all. At least the French court of the loan shark empire cannot afford to hire 36D maids. However, Cheng Daqi didn’t have time to appreciate these. He didn’t even have time to taste fresh milk and fruit. Salad flavor.
“I know you are angry, but don’t be angry now. I ordered this plunge. Gru, your share, let me think about it, probably cashed out tens of millions of dollars, but it doesn’t matter. "
"It doesn't matter. You said I have a share of tens of millions of dollars, but I haven't seen a penny now. Please explain it to me clearly!" Gru asked angrily, holding back his anger. road.
"Don't you still owe me a large sum of money? This time the money is settled, that's it."
Cheng Daqi rinsed his mouth and sat by the bed. The maid knelt and put on his slippers.
"Okay, okay, just settle the two debts. What about the debt of Xizhou Logistics? Chan, you and Temir ran away and left the mess of Xizhou Logistics to me. Can I do it myself? Decide what to do next? "
This is not the first time I know that Cheng Daqi is not a thing, Chief Gru admits it!
He personally is not short of money. If the BEC currency collapses, it will collapse. He believes that Cheng Daqi values the value of these industries more than he does.
But you two bitch couple ran away. Is it up to me to decide what Xizhou will do next?
"Xizhou Logistics is a subsidiary of Xinshi. If you have any problems in the future, you should report it to Lisa first. Gru, it is not a mess. Your salary of 10 million dollars a year is not for nothing. Don’t bring that self-centered attitude into your work, okay?”
“Lisa? I report to that chick?”
Europeans and Americans look down on women.
Cheng Daqi smiled and didn't pay much attention to Gru's attitude. "Sorry, if you are talking about Ms. Lisa, the general manager of Xinshi Group, then your understanding is correct and very smart."
Are you fooling the children across the street?
"Okay, I will report to her. If she is so capable and becomes the general manager, she will definitely be able to solve Xizhou's debts!"
The phone hung up and Cheng Daqi shook his head.
Gru, ah Gru, your savage and unruly character really needs to be polished.
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“It’s only March, are we going to start making summer clothes?”
Cheng Daqi stretched out his arms, and the tailor in charge of measuring his body took a tape measure and measured his body carefully. Measure.
Mi'er had her hair wrapped in plastic wrap and was sitting far away with a smile, looking like she was being teased while doing her hair.
Hearing Cheng Daqi’s bumpkin question, she rolled her eyes.
"What else? I'll just delay you for an hour, and you won't have to spend any money. Can you stop nagging?"
"Trouble, what kind of tricks can I wear in my current status? What do you think? Is it appropriate for me to wear a skirt and speak on stage?”
Among the world’s most prominent figures, such as Rocket Horse, Jack Ma, Gates, and Fitba, there is no one who does not wear a formal dress to attend any event. What about the occasion?
"There are many kinds of formal clothes. Chan, you need to pursue a better quality of life now. Custom-made clothes are more comfortable and decent. How can it be troublesome to solve a summer's dressing problem in one hour?"
“I think I can buy a style that I like and make ten sets of them and change them, so that it only takes ten minutes to solve the problem - anyway, there are only a few styles of formal wear in summer.”
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The tailor who fitted Cheng Daqi couldn't hold back and replied with a smile.
"Sir, for a big shot like you, others will look at you. It's not appropriate to wear something like that."
Cheng Daqi glanced at him scornfully and complained.
“Even if I wear a skirt, they will think it is appropriate. Only people who have no money will care about what I wear.”
This is a bit outrageous and heart-breaking. Mr. Cheng was very angry when he got up. For Miersa, this will be considered a clean break.
For a moment, there was some silence in the room. Mi'er's stylist had a great time eating the melon. He seemed to be obsessed with styling and couldn't help himself, but in fact he was shouting that it was interesting.
"Sir, you have a great figure. If you wear more beautiful clothes, those girls will appreciate you more. This kind of external charm is still very good for you, isn't it?"
The tailor brother was criticized for being in the professional field, and he had some serious thoughts, but he did not dare to directly criticize the unreasonable customers, so he could only improve the value of his services by making insinuations.
"Mi'er, should I continue?"
Cheng Daqi really found it troublesome, so he looked at Mi'er expectantly.
"Continue!"
Mi'er gave the tailor brother a cold look. He saw the tailor's penis trembling and almost thought that he was going to lose his job.
"Hahaha, then you are quite generous, Mi'er."
The process of measuring the body was not very long. After it was over, Cheng Daqi tried it out accompanied by Mi'er. clothing.
“The fabric chosen for this shirt is dark green, and our design concept incorporates the importance of medieval nobility”
The rich black-haired woman found a dozen studios and brands specializing in high-end customization for Mr. Cheng. The designers came in with staff and clothes, and introduced them one by one, just like interviews, for Mr. Cheng to choose.
Try whichever one you think is good, and don’t worry about customizing it into a big one. They will take care of it.
Have you ever experienced this kind of life? Most people in the world have never experienced it, so he took a short video and sent it to his short video account.
Text "First experience, how can you pretend to be old money?"
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"You're a bit of a bumpkin, Chan."
The first stop in Paris is the Panthéon, Cheng Daqi decided. After all, we are here, so let's go and see the sages of mankind.
“Huh?”
Cheng Daqi exclaimed innocently.
"Mi'er, you don't really think I'm a country bumpkin, do you?"
"A little bit. The stylists all laughed. I'm very annoyed."
This girl, Tamir, is somewhat aristocratic. She was really annoyed by Cheng Daqi's performance this morning.
“The most rubbish people in the world are not people with different fashions and aesthetics, but those who stick to some stupid ideas and don’t know how to change them. What do you think fashion is?”
“That’s it. It’s just a business, and it’s a business that involves the right to speak. How to define fashion, what is high-end, and what is low-end are all controlled by those who have the right to speak.”
“Real fashion is not in a small room. Fashion is not the high-end and rare fashion that some people think it is. Hey, capitalist brainwashing, Mi'er, you are sober in other places, but how come you are involved in consumption, instead..."
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"Keep talking, I'm listening."
The rich black-haired woman feels that she is no longer so in love.
“Look, there are many powerful tasks buried in the Pantheon. There have been so many influential people in the history of France. They shaped French civilization and made France great.
< br>Later, that is, now, France has become a mess, and the fashion industry has even become one of its few industries. But hundreds of years ago, the center of fashion was in Vienna. This is the migration of the right to speak.
What really determines what is fashionable is not one person or even a group of people, but the people lying here.”
The French tour guide knew English, and she looked at Cheng Daqi in surprise, as if she were looking at a rare animal.
The black-haired rich woman was thoughtful. She finally understood what Cheng Daqi meant, but she still asked because of her stubbornness.
"Which of these people from the Pantheon do you think is the most admirable?"
Cheng Daqi pondered.
“The people who built this Pantheon are the most admirable. They have taken the dead to a new level. They are very powerful.”
This answer made even the tourists around them look askance.
Mi'er stroked her forehead helplessly. She finally understood why she liked Mr. Cheng.
This dog man is indeed extraordinary.
“Sir, the person who actually built this Pantheon was Louis XV, who said, ‘I won’t care about the floods after I die’.
Louis XV He lived a life of extravagance and extravagance, and no one liked him.”
The tour guide's introduction was somewhat aggressive, but very covert. She didn't like the Americans who commented so much on France right away.
Yes, we in France are not very good at it, but we are in an old area, are you worthy?
“No, I happen to understand this part. The Panthéon may have been built by the king at first, but it was the National Assembly during the French Grand Prix that changed its function from religion to a place of worship.< br>
Napoleon’s empire was not built by himself. It was founded by the first citizens in the world to have a national identity, and France’s national identity originated from this. ”
There is absolutely no comparison in height between Cheng Daqi and the female tour guide. His perspective on seeing and solving problems is great.
After all, his opponents won't give him an opening.
Without any strength, Mr. Cheng would not be where he is today.
"Chan, don't be tricky, just tell me which of the people lying in the tomb you admire the most."
Mi'er has calmed down, she is still the one who broke the Sha Guo asked the question. The girl was very curious. With Cheng Daqi's personality, who would he admire?
The Pantheon in France has buried a bunch of world-renowned thinkers, writers, politicians, many of whom even changed the destiny of mankind.
Themir's question is difficult to answer.
"Rousseau!"
""On the Origin and Foundation of Human Inequality" has completely engraved his name in the most shining position in human history. He was the first to put the contradictions into For those who transform abstractions into concrete concepts, do you still remember what we talked about with Lisa a few days ago? Rousseau deeply influenced many thinkers, and those thinkers influenced me."
" Fashion, ha, I don’t care about this kind of thing at all, Mi’er, in my eyes, that’s not romance.”
“Real romance is to change the times and shape the times like these people.”
"People who can resist their own destiny are already very, very powerful. Rousseau did it. He went from a commoner to the highest peak of that era."
"But Rousseau's achievements were far from success. He resisted his own destiny. If it was just that, he wouldn't be sent to the Panthéon."
"It's just, forget it."
Cheng Daqi stopped talking. , Mi'er didn't hesitate, she knew that Mr. Cheng was most likely going crazy again.
She didn’t understand the world of idealists. After meeting Mr. Cheng, she tried to understand it, but only for a moment.
She is a person who lives in reality, and her romance is very simple.
“It’s just that what Rousseau changed and affected may also be wrong. The most tragic thing about this matter is that there is no standard answer.
No matter how perfect the system is, when After that system reaches its optimal limit, it will inevitably collapse.
Utopia is drawn by politicians and will never truly appear. Thinkers are generally pessimistic, and a small number of them find happiness in a tragic world. A road worth fighting for."
Cheng Daqi hesitated again, thinking that what he said was inappropriate.
Mi'er nodded and signaled him to finish.
“But that is just a kind of self-comfort. When deconstruction reaches a certain limit that can be deconstructed, nihilism becomes the only answer.”
The rich black-haired woman shrugged. , asked.
“What’s for lunch?”
“Whatever.”
"Can you tell me a dish?"
"I want to eat fish."
Tmir replied mischievously.
"Fish are nothingness, you change it."
Cheng Daqi smiled awkwardly, he shouldn't be pretentious.
Well, now I don’t even have to eat.
"It seems that fish is still meaningful, right?"
Tmir continued to press, Cheng Daqi could only nod.
“Look, you always think a lot and deeply, but it’s no use. Just now you were discussing who built this place, but I don’t care.”
“The Panthéon. The French name is Panthéon, Greek, ha, Greek ”
"Chan, human history is too simple. Instead of worrying about your ideals, it is better to do a good job in your career. At that time, anything you want to do will be simple." But it’s a bit restrained by inertia and feels uncomfortable
(End of this chapter)