Chapter 88: Brain Dad
Time passed in the blink of an eye to Saturday. Shou Jiaxun got up early and drove alone to the Startup Park.
He had called Liang Bo every night for the past two days, caring about “Grandpa Liang’s” leg and foot issues, but primarily worrying if Liang Bo had really been injured by Xiao Yu… and if it was serious.
When Shou Jiaxun had transmigrated, he had misread Class Monitor Xiaoâs memories. This guy had started learning Taekwondo at age three, and after age seven, he rose a rank almost every year. By sixteen, he was already a sixth-degree black belt, qualified to participate in professional matches.
So, Xiao Yu usually disdained getting physical with people, but once he did, ordinary people wouldn’t be able to handle it.
Heaven knows how many kicks Liang Boâs “Wing Chun”âlearned from moviesâcould withstand. Fortunately, Liang Bo repeatedly guaranteed he could return to work on Monday, which slightly eased President Shouâs mind.
The main building of the Startup Park, “Incubator No. 1″âthe small auditoriumâopened its microphones at nine o’clock. By eight, it was already bustling and crowded. A bunch of red-faced, feverish startup fanatics were huddling together, introducing each other, and encouraging one another. Every second, they remained in a state of excitement, ensuring they could seize major opportunities that could appear anywhere at any time.
In his previous life in another parallel world, Shou Jiaxun had also been one of them. He could already handle such scenes with ease.
Maintain a smile, maintain humility, and maintain an incredibly high desire for knowledge; then, go make friends with everyone. Introduce yourself while also obtaining as much information as possible from others. This kind of activity was the best exercise… for one’s thick skin.
Thus, the thick skin of first-generation wealth was almost always thicker than that of second-generation wealth.
However, President Shou’s goal today was to “invest” in a subsidiary, so he could be a bit more detached. He bought a sandwich at the convenience store by the entrance and entered the lecture hall early to find a seat near the front and wait.
Due to a poor appetite, he took fifteen minutes to nibble on a palm-sized sandwich and egg, and still hadn’t finished.
Seeing that the lecture was about to begin, President Shou put his unfinished breakfast aside and fished out a thin book of sticky notes and a carbon pen from his jacket pocket.
His tools were simple today, and his clothes were also plain. Light-colored jeans paired with a black T-shirt, with a beige light casual blazer over it to ward off the air conditioning. However, travel light didn’t mean a perfunctory work attitude. Although it was just a hodgepodge lecture, President Shou still chose to sit in the front row and still turned his phone to flight mode to ensure his attention was sufficiently concentrated.
At five minutes to nine, most people had chosen their seats. Building staff came in to turn off the main lighting, switching to ambient light, turning on the projector, and testing the microphones.
Just then, a middle-aged man walked quickly into the auditorium while chewing a sandwich. He came straight to Shou Jiaxun and asked, “Excuse me, is this seat next to you taken?”
“No, please help yourself.” Shou Jiaxun looked up and met the man’s eyes. Both of them froze at the same time.
Then, they both showed an amused smile.
Their outfits and grooming were so in sync they looked like biological brothersâsame-colored jackets, same black T-shirts paired with jeans. However, that was fine; they were common outfits, after all. But it must be mentioned that the most vivid detail was that both had tucked their T-shirts into their pantsâa standard middle-aged style for someone very afraid of getting a chill.
The man looked down at the unfinished sandwich by Shou Jiaxunâs hand, then looked at the half-sandwich in his own hand, and smiled with raised eyebrows. “Have we met somewhere before?”
As he spoke, he slowly sat down next to President Shou.
Shou Jiaxun also felt he looked familiar, but he truly had no impression of where they might have met. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally threw out a witty remark sheepishly: “In the mirror this morning, perhaps?”
The man smiled. “Then what kind of immortal mirror would that have to be to reflect me with a Benjamin Button effect?”
Shou Jiaxun raised his eyebrows and sized up the other personâlong face, round chin, long and straight nasal bridge. At first glance, he looked very upright, but it wasn’t a standard “Three Proportions and Five Eyes” face. His light eyebrows and clear eyes gave him a very refined temperament. He was tall and upright, and his posture was still youngâif you only looked at his back, he looked no different from a twenty or thirty-year-old.
The traces left by time on the man were mainly concentrated on his eyes. The affectionate folds that had once stunned time in his youth were now hidden by slightly loose upper eyelids, only revealed to others when he blinked. However, this made his eyes look wiser and more penetrating, like two blades revealing their sharp edges. The fine lines at the corners of his eyes added a bit of a smile, with wisdom and shrewdness not lacking the kindness and tolerance unique to elders.
Nothing else looked too old; his skin was overall firm, and his nasolabial folds weren’t deep. Perhaps because his facial fat layer was originally thin, his cheeks didn’t sag either. At this age, the loss of collagen instead highlighted his clear and elegant bone structure.
The face indeed didn’t look young anymore; he should be about the same as Uncle Guo. So, Shou Jiaxun asked, “Are you forty?”
“More than that.” Being underestimated in age made the man feel very pleasant. He asked Shou Jiaxun back, “You look like you’re in your early twenties?”
“Not that young, but a bit younger than you. Not yet forty.”
The two shook hands very friendly while exchanging pleasantries.
The man asked, “How should I address you?”
President Shou fished a business card from the inner pocket of his jacket and handed it over with both hands. “Shou Jiaxun.”
After the older man took his business card, he immediately returned one of his own to the young President Shou. “Xiao Zhiheng.”
Shou Jiaxunâs eyes suddenly widened, his face full of disbelief. His heart felt as if it had suffered a triple blow, vibrating with a crash. Xiao Yuâs dad! No wonder he looks familiar! What the fck… what’s going on?!*
Xiao Zhiheng didn’t seem surprised at all by the young man’s unexpected expression. He scrutinized Shou Jiaxunâs business card and complimented with a smile, “Oh, so itâs President Shou from ‘Guoran Loves You.’ I didn’t expect you to be so young.”
For a moment, Shou Jiaxun didn’t dare speak. He only wondered in his heart: You really don’t know me? Your sonâs romantic brain… must have given you plenty to worry about, right?
Xiao Zhiheng put away Shou Jiaxunâs business card, finished his sandwich in two bites, and seeing that the young man still hadn’t made a sound, naturally took the initiative to ask kindly: “Is President Shou here today planning to make an investment? Or are you seeking financing?”
He also suggested, “I think no matter which side it is, we can chat in detail. I have a few friends who have always been very interested in investing in ‘Guoran’.”
The reason he was so direct in chatting about these things with Shou Jiaxun was that he was a partner in a venture capital firm. That company was called “Qiheng Capital.” Its primary business was concentrated in domestic first-tier cities. The workflow was roughly taking money from fund companies and investing it in startups with listing potential. Once the investee successfully went public, they could reap ten or even dozens of times the profit from the stock market. Aside from the portion given to the fund companies as agreed, all other huge profits went into the investors’ pockets.
These things sounded simple, but in actual operation, they involved interests in all aspects. Financial relationships were intricate and complex, far beyond what ordinary people could imagine. Someone like Xiao Zhiheng, who had been involved in venture capital his whole life, certainly had a unique eye for business to be able to turn stone into gold among the endless stream of startups. His network must also be vast, otherwise, it would be impossible to turn a business of “catching a white wolf empty-handed” into a capital giant.
So, anyone with a slight understanding of the domestic capital circle, upon receiving Xiao Zhihengâs business card for the first time, would be like Shou Jiaxunâface full of shock plus disbelief, their heart surging with a silent cry: A talent scout! A guiding light! A Great God! Ah! My opportunity has come.
And Shou Jiaxun was also crying out in his heart: Ah! Itâs actually the romantic brain’s dad… the romantic brain’s dad… brain dad… dad… dad… dad…
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