Reborn on Top of Football

"Wen Jun..."

"Don't tell me, let me be quiet!" Shi Wenjun wiped a tear from his eyes, closed his eyes and said nothing.

Wang Ai sighed: "Let’s do this, don’t leave today. Go home with me at night, and we will hold a small family meeting, which is also a dumb corporate leadership meeting to study the future development direction together, and you personally Your career development plan, okay?"

When Shi Wenjun didn't say a word, Wang Ai got off the car and said something to her guard. Her guard was dedicated to her duty. She deliberately looked at Shi Wenjun from the open car window. Shi Wenjun felt the staring gaze, so she opened her eyes and nodded.

Sending Shi Wenjun home, Wang Ai didn’t say anything, let her think about it, and after talking to her parents, he took Li Lin to the Academy of Social Sciences and sat with friends from The Young Philosopher. In the afternoon, I exchanged my feelings about running the publication and talked about the next stage of development.

In the evening, Wang Ai said goodbye to a few friends, but sent them to a small restaurant and left enough for them to eat a meal.

When I got home, my parents were cooking and Xu Qinglian and Shi Wenjun were helping. Kang Si ingeniously baked a plate of Spanish desserts. After Wang Ai came back, he ate two pieces. Well, it tasted much better than before.

After a whole afternoon of adjustments, Shi Wenjun's mood calmed down, at least on the surface it was invisible. Although it was not the first time she went to Wang Ai's house to have dinner, this time it was obviously different. She used to have dinner, which was a stay after reporting and work. There were more colors in the upper and lower levels, but this time she came to eat more like a family.

"Come on, Wenjun, taste the beef stewed by your uncle. He, he used to show his hand every Spring Festival, and he couldn't usually eat it." Ai Xiaoqing enthusiastically scooped Shi Wenjun a large piece with a public spoon and persuaded him : "I think you have become thinner and thinner in the past few years. That's not good. You need to eat more."

Shi Wenjun looked at the fat, thin and soy beef in front of him, and he couldn't eat it. Barely took a bite, the taste...just like that. But I have to say that behind this ordinary taste, there is a bonus to the texture of wagyu beef, a bonus to the identity of a chef, and a bonus to the friendship of a family.

In short, if you can't eat, you have to eat! The pride of the little beauty is mainly directed at her peers, and she is still very good to her elders.

While Shi Wenjun was reluctant to do so, Wang Ai had eaten half a catty of beef, two or two lettuce, two bowls of rice, a bowl of egg drop soup, and reached out to get buns. Ai Xiaoqing knocked his son with chopsticks, and Wang Ai was taken aback. There are fewer buns? Okay, Wang Ai stretched out his hand to touch the donkey and burn it...

"You eat less, your face is round!" Wang Bin scolded.

"Huh?" Wang Ai was shocked, and hurriedly got up to look in the mirror, taking a look as expected! Remember again, okay, although the appetite has been reduced in the past half month, the amount of exercise has been reduced even more, don't you get fat?

Feeling his stomach, Wang Ai glanced at the table greedily, and couldn't help but sit back and say: "I will exercise again tonight and eat more."

Wang Bin snorted and Ai Xiaoqing glanced at it. No matter how you are a parent, you can't say that you don't let your son eat. If you don't prevent him from complaining in the future, you don't want to care about this.

After dinner, the family sat in the yard drinking tea. The green tea leaves floating in the white porcelain bowl are very poetic. Don't look at Wang Ai, he is holding a big tea pot while drinking.

The evening breeze was habitual and others were chatting. Wang Ai thought about things, and after thinking about everything, he said, "Parents, Qinglian, Wenjun, I originally wanted to talk to Wenjun about her transfer. My family discussed it before. Wen Jun also knows, but in the process of speaking, I thought a little more and felt it necessary to study the future of the dumb company and dumb fund."

Wang Bin's shirt and trousers sat on the bamboo chair and nodded. If it weren't for the juniors, he wouldn't have been dressed so formal, at least the big pu fan should be shaken. Ai Xiaoqing was busy adding dried fruits and ignored her son. Xu Qinglian and Kang Si clicked like two squirrels, they were eating righteously, but sometimes Wen Jun seriously waited for Wang Ai to say.

"When we founded the Stupid Student Loan in 1998, we were the only one in the country. Now, there are not many private companies engaged in this kind of loan, which obviously loses money. But the country started to do it, it was one year later than us, and The scale is much larger. Unlike us, the poorest are completely unaffordable. The country has a large coverage. The poor can also apply. It is said that the approval rate is as high as 80%.

After Wang Ai said these words, he pondered for a moment before he continued: "In the beginning, I saw that those students were pitiful. As soon as our family had some small money, we would do something good."

As the first batch of beneficiaries of the idiot student loan, Shi Wenjun nodded involuntarily: "Without it, I might really not go to university. Now, hehe, I don't know what to do."

Kang Si looked up at Shi Wenjun in surprise, and Xu Qinglian held her hand.

"You are excellent, it would be a pity not to go to university." Wang Bin commented.

"Later, it slowly developed, and I discovered that it has a self-protection function." Wang Ai smiled: "I have a sense of crisis and insecurity since I was a child. I am afraid that my good life will be caused by something. No more, so slowly do it today. Looking back now, it is exactly ten years."

Except for Kang Si, the people in the yard felt a little bit emotional. Yes, it has been ten years.

"How many people have we helped in the past ten years? I don't have specific statistics. Wen Jun, you may know, I guess there are 30,000 or 40,000 people. They are the poorest. If we don't reach out, we will lose the chance to go to university. I boasted that we are also considered outstanding.” Wang Ai thought for a while and continued: “However, the times are different. When we were founded, we filled in this gap. But now that the country has risen, our value is straight. Decline. Sooner or later, we will be worthless."

Having said that, even Shi Wenjun nodded subconsciously.

"It's not easy to say. The state's student loans are a pity for talents and a popular project. Over the past few years, a total of more than three million students have benefited. If you say that you spend so much money and so much energy, you must hope Isn’t it right to make the people happy? But what? We always follow the blending, blending is nothing, sometimes the reputation is still big.” At this point, Wang Ai shook his head mockingly: “Of course we have a clear conscience, but things Now, objectively, we have formed such a situation: we have done one percent of the work, but we have gained 50 percent of the reputation. Of course we need a good reputation, but we covet what is not our own. It has become a burden for us, and things have gone to the opposite side, even going against our original intention. To put it bluntly, we compete with the country for the hearts of the people, what do we want to do?"