What is life? Wu Yue, who originally thought he could only think about how to kill someone, began to think about this strange field of philosophy.

Wu Yue is the most terrifying killer because he has no strong emotions for anyone or anything, and he feels that his nerves are already numb. He kills people or is killed. For him, it is as quiet as flowers bloom and fall, and will not cause a ripples in his heart.

The book he likes to read the most is the Gu Long's Mandarin duck, butterfly, sword. At this moment, he was holding the book and reading it. When Meng Xinghun met Sun Die for the second time, Sun Die asked Meng Xinghun on the river bank, "Have you ever lived?" At that time, Meng Xinghun was tired of being a killer, and could only be a ghost in the dark night. He did not see the sun, and kept killing irrelevant people. He had no meaningful life. He argued with Xiao He about whether he could kill Sun Yubo and could not sleep. So he came to the river alone and happened to meet Sun Die wearing a bright red cloak and a pale face. Xiaodie thought he was going to seek death, so he asked the sentence at the beginning. Xiaodie continued, "If a person has not even lived, he wants to die. Wouldn't it be too stupid?"

That's right, he had his little slutty, but unfortunately, everything was over, and he could only review the familiar taste in the barren little book over and over again.

A piece of news came from the TV. When he heard the word "Gu Long", he listened intently and found that there was a rich man trying to film the legend of Lu Xiaofeng. When he looked at the picture on it, he was the boss he met a few days ago. After the news was broadcast, he searched for the news on Baidu and confirmed that this person was Sikong Ling, the richest person in the world. He just heard it in the news and thought he had heard it wrong. How could an American come to China to shoot martial arts films and play the role of Ximen Chuxue?

What kind of life will this person have? Is the richest in the world not satisfied?

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Huang Beilei received an invitation from Sikong Ling and Niu Daya to invite her to Wanmei Villa for a talk. She was full of thoughts. She really didn't want to play Madam Ximen Chuxue because she had made up her mind to quit the film and television industry, live a good life with her best friend, manage flower shops, and travel across the country. If she had the right companion, she would go abroad. How wonderful life would be, and she wouldn't be very happy with Lord Sikong.

But Master Sikong summoned him and still had to go. She was not as open-minded as Niu Daya. She felt that no one in the world could refuse Master Sikong's invitation. Her little flower shop owner naturally had no qualifications to show off. She also pulled Murong Bingxue to go, and Xuejiang said she didn't want to see that guy. Huang Beilei said for a long time how beautiful Wanmei Villa was, and then used the "Go!" Five combos, and Xuejiang, who had never been determined, had to agree.

It was spring in the spring. Although there were no plum blossoms in Wanmei Villa, there were peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, crabapples, and spring orchids... Surrounding the clear water shore of the lake, bringing the intoxicating breath to the faint fragrance pavilion in the middle of the lake. The sunset is warm and the soft waves are rippling.

When he arrived at Wanmei Villa under the sunset, Murong Bingxue was in a flash and forgot that he was unhappy. The scenery was so beautiful! As the heroine of the crew, Huang Beilei had seen this Anxiang Lake for a long time, so she was not as shocked as Murong.

"This is the real faint fragrance floating in the moon and dusk!" Murong Bingxue exclaimed.

Sikong Ling praised the pair of jade men holding hands. When they looked up, their eyes almost fell to the ground. They all wanted to use the method of "not establishing words, pointing directly to the hearts of the people" to make the young man regret it for a lifetime and dress up so graceful and charming.

"You are here together!" Niu Daya was very excited. Two beauties pushed, and the young king faced one, so the remaining girl Beilei naturally became more close to him.

Murong Bingxue gave Niu Da a white look: "Don't you welcome me?"

Niu Daya's face changed drastically: "How dare you! How dare you! Sikong, come on tea!"

Sikong Lingqi said: "Me?" It was the first time that someone dared to ask him to have tea after he became famous for so long.

Niu Daya: "Yes! Because I am not worthy! You can only show sincerity by serving tea to the beauties yourself. Don't make a fuss, serve tea!"

Well, it seems to make sense, but British gentlemen are pretending like this, and it is not embarrassing.

Sikong Ling put cups on the second girl seriously, and Niu Daya also put her cups on her shamelessly, so Sikong Ling had to add them one by one.

Niu Daya felt that the best moment in life was at this moment, with the scenery like a picture and the beauty like a picture. The young Wang Yujia added tea. He took a sip of the light and elegant Longjing and almost cried. He took a deep breath and said excitedly: "Appreciating the flowers, the moon and the snow! The best time is like a dream!"

Amid the laughter and scolding of the two girls, Niu Daya was even more proud and chanted a song about Niannujiao's Red Cliff: "The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the eternal heroes. To the west of the old building, humanity is the Red Cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks collapse clouds, the waves crack the shore, and thousands of snow are rolled up. The country is like a painting, and there are so many heroes at the moment! I remember Gongjin back then, when Xiao Qiao first got married, his heroic hair was born. The feather fan and the scarpment were gone, the mast and oars were destroyed. The homeland is wandering, and the affectionate should laugh at me, and he had a bright hair early. The world is like a dream, and a bottle will be poured on the moon in the river..."

When he got up, he walked around with a teacup. Finally, he burst into passion and brought the tea into the lake, laughing wildly.

"Okay!" Murong Bingxue took the lead in slapping her face, and then Beijiang. Our master of poetry was a bit heroic for a while, and compared the power of the young king.

"Not bad." The boy also praised lightly.

Niu Daya was proud and looked at her with a look of wind.

Murong Bingxue lowered her head and said softly: "Sikong, I haven't heard you recite poems for a long time."

What? Can we Lord Sikong still recite poems? Isn’t it just a stupid, thick and black who only understands IT? The boy did not perform in front of Murong Bingxue and Duanmuwen, except for saying a few words in front of Murong Bingxue and Duanmuwen. No wonder Niu Daya and Huang Beilei looked at the boy and Xuejiang with strange eyes.

When Sikong Ling heard Xue Jiang's words, he also touched the soft beach in his heart. Yes, I haven't recited poetry for a long time. How could he not accompany him in such a poetic evening?

After holding it in for a long time, Sikong Ling's mind was filled with the pictures of the Great Hall of the People, and he couldn't help but say: "Chirimi... I'm afraid the only bold poem that can compete with Su Dongpo, Nian Nujiao is Taizu's Qinyuanchun Xue. When I was a child, I admired Taizu very much, and after my thoughts were weaned, I hated it very much. This is a complex world, and love and hate often change from impermanence. When I look back, everything is so absurd."

Niu Daya laughed and pronounced the words for him:

The scenery of the north is filled with ice for thousands of miles and snow for thousands of miles.

Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there are only the vastness;

The river suddenly surging.

The silver snake dances in the mountains, and the wax figures are galloping, trying to compete with the heavens.

On sunny days, I look at the red dress and it is very charming.

*******, attracting countless heroes to compete for their backs.

He cherishes Qin Emperor and Han Wu, and loses his literary talent;

Emperor Tang and Emperor Song Zu were slightly inferior to each other.

Genghis Khan, a genius of a generation, only knew how to bending a bow and shooting eagles.

All of them have gone, and there are several romantic figures, and I still look at the present day.

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After Niu Daya helped Sikong Ling recite the poem, he sighed: "Yes, love and hate are so clear, it is clearly the same thing. Stupidity and wisdom are so clear. In the eyes of the Chinese, Lord Sikong is either a national hero or a traitor."

Murong Bingxue: "Yes, Sikong, why don't you really consider it? Get a passport from the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region. In fact, your American citizenship is the most controversial, at least you have a Hong Kong identity."

Seeing the expectation in her eyes, Sikong Ling could only shake her head and said, "You don't have a deep understanding of the career I've done in the United States. This is a tumultuous head of Tai Sui on Wall Street, the core area of ​​American interests. It would be fine if I just became an ordinary banker, but... in five years, my dear Xuejiang, Beijiang, Niujiang, my California Bank will replace Citibank to become an invincible American financial aircraft carrier. Supporting this ambition, you must not be half-hearted. I would rather give up everything and do the most important thing in my life. The world's richest man is just an entertainment title, the king of capital in the 21st century. Oh, this is the supreme realm that no one has ever reached."

Huang Beilei's eyes were filled with little star of admiration, and she believed whatever he said.

Murong Bingxue also believes in Sikongling's ability, but she has no idea about the king of capital. Isn't she just making more money? My father never lacks money. This former BF never seems to be short of money. He asked him to give him some pocket money, but he gave him 100 million. She couldn't spend it anymore. The bank's big account manager has called N times to recommend financial products to her, but she refused. The money was thrown in her current account account, and she used it if she wanted to, and didn't think about it.

**Niu Daya, who was thinking, didn't believe it, and fucked Citibank? Why? He asked: "Is that so? Does Jiayin have any secret weapons? Can Wall Street be defeated?"

Sikong Ling said casually: "When the wave of speculation recedes, embarrassing naked swimmers will die in front of the world. However, many conservative investors have not been able to persevere until this moment. They will die in too conservative or too risky. Only I can raise money, not only with the industrial support of my IT Internet company, but also have a thorough innovation from the entire financial architecture. Financial software using Ujs architecture is ten times more efficient than today's large banks, low-cost and high retail terminal coverage represented by remote video ATM, a new storage absorption platform integrated with e-commerce, and a new lending and venture capital platform integrating social networks. Even if I run California banks in the most conservative way, the profit margin is several times higher than that of my peers, and gain adventurer-style profits in a steady way. Do you think I will win?"
Chapter completed!