My Age of Investment

After the board meeting was held, Xia Jingxing quickly arrived at San Francisco Airport, ready to board the private jet parked here.

As soon as he got on the plane, his cell phone rang. When he opened it, it was a text message from a foreign girl.

"I've already started work, so don't worry too much, do your best and obey the destiny! The worst result is to start all over again. No matter what, I will be by your side."

Xia Jingxing looked at this text message and smiled, feeling warm in his heart. He edited the text and sent it back to Yang Niu.

At this time, the plane also began to accelerate on the runway until it reached the take-off speed, the nose of the plane was raised, and it jumped into the sky, piercing into the sky.

Lying on the large and soft seat, Xia Jingxing fell asleep unknowingly.

In the dream, he saw a terrible scene.

The judge knocked down the gavel and pronounced that because of copyright infringement, YouTube will compensate each of the six Hollywood giants for economic losses of US$10 billion.

The oil management company is insolvent and will go through bankruptcy reorganization with Facebook, and the six Hollywood giants will take over the entire company as creditors.

And he was struggling desperately.

However, he was roughly handcuffed and put on a yellow vest by two black policemen with big arms and waists. Like Da Qiangzi, he was pushed against the wall without dignity and took a photo of being arrested and imprisoned.

Because of copyright infringement and profit-making, and the amount was huge, his sentence was as high as 800 years, 300 years more than the elder brother.

His parents and relatives are crying, and his opponents are laughing wildly...

Xia Jingxing struggled desperately to get up, but the safety belt on his stomach strangled him awake.

He touched the seat belt and looked around again. Fortunately, it was just a dream, and he was still in shock.

He touched his forehead and back again, and found that it was full of sweat.

This dream really frightened him, he became nothing and lost everything.

At this time, a twenty-six or seven-year-old flight attendant with a good face and wearing a custom-made stewardess uniform walked quickly.

"President Xia, are you okay?"

Xia Jingxing shook his head, guessing that he might be talking in his sleep, and the noise was too loud, which attracted all the flight attendants.

After receiving the white towel handed over by the stewardess, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, guessing that it might be due to too much mental stress recently, which caused him to start dreaming randomly.

He got up and went to the modified bathroom on the plane, took a shower, and then slept soundly on the bed.

When the plane began to descend, the stewardess rang the intercom connected to the bedside to remind Xia Jingxing that the plane was about to land at Seattle Airport.

Xia Jingxing dressed neatly, opened the sliding door, walked out of the bedroom, sat on the sofa for a few minutes, and the plane landed at the airport smoothly.

After leaving the airport, he and Zhang Chenguang boarded a commercial vehicle that picked them up and went straight to Gates' house.

The Gates family is still the same, full of sense of technology.

Guided by the servant, Xia Jingxing found Gates who was playing table tennis in the backyard.

The old man was old and strong, wearing a white sportswear, and had a great time playing with a silver-haired little old man who was also wearing a white sportswear opposite him. He kept swinging the board, and the ball bounced back and forth on the table...

The servant didn't make a sound to disturb him, and Xia Jingxing didn't make a sound either, and waited quietly beside him.

"Daeron..."

Xia Jingxing stood there for a full two minutes before Gates noticed him.

This distraction, the ball missed, flew away from Gates, and landed on the ground.

"Haha, Bill, you lost, remember to donate $100,000 to my charity fund."

The silver-haired little old man let out a long series of hearty laughter, and looked very happy. He didn't know whether he was happy for defeating Gates or for the one hundred thousand dollars.

Gates nodded to the silver-haired old man first, then walked towards Xia Jing with a smile, and held out his palm, "Daren, when did you arrive?"

"I just arrived. I didn't want to disturb your game, but I still disturbed you. You lost a hundred thousand dollars."

Gates waved his hand, "Well, let's not talk about this, it's all for charity, let alone a hundred thousand dollars, even a billion dollars don't have to worry about it.

"

If Xia Jingxing hadn't known some secret things about Gates, Xia Jingxing would have almost believed the old man's nonsense.

At this time, Gates was not only a god in the United States, but also a god in China and the world, and donated all his assets to charity.

Listen, how great!

Xia Jingxing smiled, "Mr. Gates's high level of thinking makes me a little ashamed, I will learn from you!"

Gates smiled, "Remember what I told you last time, my charity fund, you are always welcome to join."

The corner of Xia Jingxing's mouth twitched. Gates had mentioned this to him before, but he was not very willing to join in.

Gates is not completely hypocritical. He still spends a lot of money for charity every year, but he avoids more taxes.

And he is not an American, he has his own means of tax avoidance, and he does not need to avoid taxes like Gates, so he invited his name by the way.

Besides, if he really does charity work with Gates in the United States, and the news spreads back to China, it will not be an invitation, but a "terrible".

Only then did Gates remember that he forgot to introduce the friend behind him, pointing to the silver-haired old man, he introduced to Xia Jingxing: "This is my friend, Jeffrey Epstein, he is the founder of an asset management company. There are many friends on Wall Street. You all do finance, so you must have a common language.”

Following Gates' introduction, Epstein walked up, smiled and shook hands with Xia Jingxing, "Wow, Darren, I have heard of your name for a long time, but unfortunately I have never had the chance to meet."

Epstein was very enthusiastic, holding Xia Jingxing's hand, shaking it all the time, chatting and flattering, as if an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years was reunited, and his attitude was very intimate.

Xia Jingxing soon remembered who this guy was. The billionaire who pimped several American commanders and British princes collected loli for the rich and powerful of these British and American countries. For this purpose, he even built a small island to buy private The plane serves as the "clubhouse".

Such a notorious guy, how did Bill Gates get involved with him.

Suddenly, Xia Jingxing suddenly remembered that Gates was actually an LSP, and there were indeed a lot of gossip, but it didn't spread widely.

In this case, Gates and the other party have a good relationship, and it makes sense to have a similar taste.

Don't think too much of the rich, and don't be fooled by the other's hypocritical appearance.

Everyone has bad roots, but some people do not have the conditions to do evil, while some people become rich and have the conditions to do evil, which magnifies their bad roots thousands of times.

There's nothing wrong with a man being romantic, it's a matter of your love and my wish, and the things on Lolita Island are not just transactions, many of them are forced and very perverted.

Suppressing the discomfort, Xia Jingxing and Epstein finished shaking hands, chatted a few words casually, and ended the conversation.

He didn't give Epstein any face, let alone accuse him of anything. There are too many injustices in this world that he can't handle.

"Daren, I know why you are here, let's find a room and sit down and talk."

After finishing speaking, Gates led Xia Jingxing towards the living room.

Xia Jingxing glanced at it from the corner of his eye. Epstein was very measured, so he didn't follow and stayed where he was.

"You don't seem to like him very much?"

Gates suddenly turned his head and stared at Xia Jingxing.

Xia Jingxing spread his hands, "Is there any? This is the first time I've met him, and I don't even know what kind of person he is."

"Oh, I thought you knew."

"what do you know?"

"Know……"

Gates swallowed halfway through his words. Since last year, his good friend has been sued by young girls and investigated by the police, and his reputation has been ruined.

Even his wife, Melinda, was very opposed to him getting too close to Epstein, and they quarreled several times for this.

Without explaining so much to Xia Jingxing, he took him to the living room, asked the servant to grind two cups of freshly ground coffee and brought them up, Gates picked up the coffee and took a sip.

"Tell me, how do you want me to help you?"

Gates has a strong accent on the word "help". Although he has a gentle smile on his face, he can't hide a sense of complacency and superiority.

Xia Jingxing was keenly aware of this subtle emotion, and what he said to Larson was "cooperation", but it became "help" in Gates' mouth, as if he was giving him alms and pity him.

The Gates at this moment is completely different from the Gates he met a few times ago.

Gates before was like a honest elder, but now Gates is a capitalist with a mask and hypocrisy.

Xia Jingxing suddenly had the urge to leave, but reason told him that Gates was the only big man he knew in the United States at this stage, and the other party also had interests in Facebook, and the two sides had common interests, which was far stronger than finding a broker outside , more reliable.

But Gates' posture at this time is no different from that of Murdoch.

When fat appears in front of you, capital will show its sharp fangs.