Rebirth Turn of the Century

New York is very similar to Beijing, but more inclusive.

Here, no one will distinguish between 'new and old New Yorkers', unlike flower growers, in that environment, even the foreigners in Shanghai began to laugh at the foreigners in the capital:

‘After going to the capital, did you feel the big countryside? '

They couldn't imagine that there was still a large area of ​​farmland beside the third ring road.

But no matter what, compared to foreign countries, Zhao Song still thinks domestic is better, no matter which city.

Here, even Nancy, a native, forbade him to venture out of Manhattan.

There is prosperity in front of you, dilapidated and chaotic in the distance.

Zhao Song suddenly felt disgusted, looked away, and went to the gym.

Although he is already very thin, he is not healthy, but tired.

Not everyone can become Kazuo Inamori. There are many professional managers in the industry who are tired enough to retire early. As a member of the crowd, Zhao Song can only believe that hard work can make up for one's weakness. Fortunately, in the past period of time, His work is well-qualified.

…………

"Ding dong~"

The moment the doorbell rang, the two women who were arguing separated immediately.

Betty picked up a book as if nothing had happened, and lay on the chaise longue to read it.

While wiping his sweat, Xiao Yu ran to open the door.

"Good afternoon, Xiaoyu."

Hao Ying walked in with a smile, saw Xiao Yu's appearance, and asked curiously:

"What are you doing, why are you sweating?"

"Fitness." Xiao Yu answered in a simple and apprehensive manner.

Hao Ying looked at Xiaoyu, then at Baili, and asked:

"With Betty?"

"I run and she squats."

"Squat?" Hao Ying looked at Bai Li gossipingly with bright eyes, "Can Zhao Song take it?"

"My brother is practicing too."

"He also does squats?" Hao Ying's eyes became brighter and brighter, "Is the bed bearable?"

"..." Betty put down the book helplessly, "You think too much."

Zhao Song was quite honest during this time, except that he was a little talkative and hands-on. It wasn't that he didn't have the guts, but because of his work relationship, the two of them had no time to be alone together.

Having a rare leisure time like today also involves Wei Mingyu, oh, and a cat and a dog.

Hao Ying didn't continue joking, she collapsed beside Bai Li, rubbed her dark circles and complained: "I'm so exhausted~"

Betty: "You blame yourself, who do you blame?"

"I didn't know this song was so difficult to sing," Hao Ying muttered, "If I had known, I wouldn't have let my grandpa come forward to intercede."

"You also know?" Betty looked at her angrily, "It was the first time I saw Zhao Song quarrel with an old man that day, and it was all because of you."

Hao Ying waved her hand feebly: "That's to sing English songs at the New York Stock Exchange, my mother started her career with this, why should Zhao Song hand it over to outsiders?

What about the national team? When I have had enough time abroad, I will join the national team when I go back! "

Betty and Xiao Yu: "..."

This is really not using bean buns as dry food. The song that the national team practiced in a day was put on this girl, and it took a whole month of practice before Yin Mingyu nodded.

Hao Ying didn't care about the contempt of the two. In the past few years, she has become popular in the west with her capital hype and her natural good voice.

She stretched herself up and said:

"I'll go to Zhao Song and tell him that he doesn't need to consider any backup candidates."

After speaking, he dragged Xiao Yu to the gym.

"Boom~"

"Ah~~~"

"Ahhhh~"

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Betty ran over in a hurry, and then...

The three women opened their mouths wide and stared blankly at the figure floating in the air.

Hao Ying: "He...is he still alive?"

Betty: "If you're dead, it's not like this."

"..."

Xiao Yu didn't speak, closed his mouth, stepped forward lightly, and took advantage of the moment Zhao Song floated over, poked him with his fingers:

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Cervical exercises in the hanging style!" Zhao Song put down his crossed legs, continued to dangle in the air for a while, then stopped and stood still, took his head off the hood, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Comfortable~"

Hao Ying was curious: "Does it work?"

"It varies from person to person," Zhao Song withdrew his joking tone, and replied seriously, "Doctors don't recommend this, because it's easy to be paraplegic."

"Oh~" Hao Ying nodded and didn't ask any more questions. She knew that the Tesla listing affairs team was struggling, and her old classmates were able to handle it.

"Zhao Song, I passed," Hao Ying happily told her old classmate the good news, and then asked, "Can you tell me the arrangement of the performance now?"

"Ten minutes before Tesla rings the bell, the live music lovers in the red vests of the New York Stock Exchange will be accompanied by the New York Symphony Orchestra, directed by David Bernard himself, and talented artists such as Carterbury and Jon will appear. at the scene!"

Hao Ying: "..."

Zhao Song looked at her with a half-smile: "Everyone is a busy person, so you only have one day to practice together, don't lose the chain~"

Hao Ying had a bitter face: "It's not difficult for me to sing the song, it's just an emotional problem..."

She flicked her hands randomly, and continued: "Sometimes I can't sing that kind of emotion."

Zhao Song pondered for a moment, and suggested: "Maybe it's a language problem. Read more Bei Dao's poems in the past two days, and use your mother tongue!"

"what name?"

Hao Ying was conflicted, Bei Dao? who is it? Where can I find it?

"Declaration."

Hao Ying: "..."

Betty on the side smiled slightly and read softly:

"Maybe the last hour has come and I didn't leave a will

only leave the pen to my mother

i'm not a hero

In an age without heroes, I just want to be alone

 ….

On my shoulders are the wind and on the wind are twinkling stars

Maybe one day the sun becomes a shriveled garland hanging on

Before the tombstone of every immortal warrior grows like a forest

Crows, the fragments of the night are flying"

Zhao Song, Xiao Yu, and Hao Ying looked at each other in dismay. Is the reason why this girl is a scumbag because she chose the wrong major?

Zhao Song said helplessly: "Just tell her to find the author of the phrase 'Despicable is the passport of the despicable'."

Bai Li looked at Zhao Song: "You like him too?"

"I don't have the right to like or dislike anyone, whether it's poetry writers or rock players, some are depraved, some are crazy, and some go with the wind.

But we are still there, use their poems if they are useful, and listen to their songs if they are good, it's as simple as that. "

Betty is obviously dissatisfied: "Secular!"

"Then let's not be secular for a while," Zhao Song said heartily, not caring about Betty's attitude, "Let's take advantage of the good weather and enjoy sunbathing together, girls, aim for Central Park and have a picnic!"

…………

Central Park is very large, and its core is the Bethesda Fountain and Plaza.

The central statue is an angel in the water, surrounded by four statues representing "temperance", "purity", "health" and "peace".

It's ironic, thinking about the various deeds of this country, it is difficult for Zhao Song to apply these four commendatory words to it.

After taking a photo with a few middle-aged male tourists, he smiled apologetically at the others who were eager to try. Accompanied by a group of western bodyguards, Zhao Song came to the lawn.

The blanket had already been laid out, and all kinds of bento snacks could whet one's appetite. He sat down leisurely, watching the three women deal with their fans while eating.

"Maybe the most popular flower growers in the past few years have appeared here."

A gentle voice sounded, and a figure sat down beside him at the same time.

Zhao Song turned his head and hurriedly said hello, "Professor Liu."

Professor Liu has gray hair. As an independent director of Tesla and a member of the behind-the-scenes think tank, she has a lot of work to do, and paying attention to Zhao Song's mental health is the top priority.

She sized Zhao Song up and asked softly, "Have you done the physical examination this year?"

"I haven't had time yet, I'll do it when I get back from this busy period."

"That's why I'm here," Professor Liu took out some question and answer sheets and handed them to him, "If you have time today, do it quickly."

Zhao Song stared at the test paper helplessly, and begged for mercy: "Professor, didn't everyone say that the purpose of the IQ test is to detect whether a person is a fool or not, regardless of Raven's or Webster's standards?"

Professor Liu: "Am I a fool to let you do useless work?"

Zhao Song: "..."

Ten minutes later, there were only Professor Liu and Zhao Song on the blanket. The three women were not as cheeky as Zhao Song, and they were still dealing with enthusiastic fans, which just gave them enough personal space.

At this time, Professor Liu raised his head and said solemnly: "Zhao Song, it is normal for ordinary people to answer questions from the question bank, with high and low scores.

But you are different. The questionnaires in the past three years have been specially designed for you. Although the scores are different, look at this regular curve. "

Zhao Song stared at the rising curve and asked, "What's the problem?"

"Current psychology generally accepts that IQ is related to genes and acquired training. Think about your recent performance: when everyone thinks you can't handle it, you have done it perfectly Combining your own work with this unscientific test, what did you not expect?"

"You mean..." Zhao Song asked hesitantly, "My genes are changing?"

(Note: This book does not contain any fantasy and science fiction content)