Rebirth of the Military Industrial Overlord

At 8 p.m., Tan Zhenhua stepped into the 201 small hall of Building A of the Business School.

The small hall is not too big, it can accommodate about 200 people. There is a small space in front. A desk is placed as a temporary rostrum. There is also a microphone on the rostrum, and a few are placed along the wall. The desk is full of fruits, drinks, desserts, etc. for people to use at will. Besides, there are no chairs in the whole room, and everyone is standing.

There have been more than a hundred people gathered in the house, with various skin colors, white, black, yellow and brown, and the atmosphere is relaxed and casual. The only thing in common is that they are young and they fight each other. Greetings were joking, or talking about topics of mutual interest, but Tan Zhenhua's arrival did not attract too many people's attention.

Of course, there was one person who paid special attention to him.

Seeing him coming in, Vivienne hopped up to greet him and said hello with a smile: "Hey, Eric, you are here too. I forgot to ask you yesterday. You shouted with a loudspeaker. In one sentence, it should be called to your brother? Does it have any special meaning?"

Today Vivienne did not put on her makeup from the fire scene, but dressed fresh and refreshed, even the explosive heads were all put together in a ponytail, her face was just slightly pink and her upper body was pure white. T-shirt, a short plain skirt on the lower body, exposed Bai Sensen's two large bare legs, and a pair of tennis shoes on his feet.

This is a dress commonly seen on the Stanford campus. It is full of student spirit. Tan Zhenhua can see it clearly. It turns out that the little girl is pretty and pretty. Moreover, from the aspect of her face, Vivian is also very unique. Kind of Chinese classical beauty.

He couldn't help but laughed: "I said Vivienne, isn't it pretty good for you to look like this? It's much more pleasing to the eye than yesterday's outfit."

Vivienne rolled her eyes suddenly and said, "You have a problem with your aesthetics, you are too old-fashioned, you look exactly like my grandpa."

Okay, Tan Zhenhua has to admit that he and Grandpa Vivian’s mental age is probably limited, so this aesthetic point of view may be the same.

So, even if he has a reborn body, is he still an old man?

He shook his head quickly and threw this bad idea away. My young man, I am young, and I am in a good age!

He asked Vivienne: "When did you come, what did you say here just now?"

Vivienne replied, "I just arrived, as if the party here has just begun."

Tan Zhenhua said "Oh" and asked without words: "By the way, Vivienne, you seem to be studying finance? Why are you a girl interested in these boring numbers?"

Vivienne immediately became angry: "It seems that I said that you are old-fashioned or light. You are not only old-fashioned, but also old-fashioned. Now it is the 20th century. This is the United States again. Why am I interested in this? Should girls stay at home embroidering female red? Humph, my goal is to become the queen of Wall Street in the future!"

Tan Zhenhua raised his hand and surrendered: "Okay, can't I make a mistake? I thought girls are usually only interested in literature and art. Well, you are a special one. I apologize to you. , My majesty the queen."

"It's pretty close, I accept your apology, my loyal courtier." Vivian immediately responded with a smile.

While the two of them were chatting, someone began to audition into the microphone: "Hello, hello, good evening, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the annual newcomer joining ceremony of the "Wall Street Throne". I am the current president. Sargent McCormick, this year, another 23 new classmates joined us, bringing the total number of our "Wall Street Thrones" to 189, setting the highest record since the establishment of our Stanford Business School. Let us Welcome them!"

"Wow", applause sounded. Obviously everyone is more excited about this number. You must know that the main members of the "Wall Street Throne" come from Stanford Business School, and Stanford Business School is the only one in the country that can compete with Harvard Business School. A long and short place is also one of the top and most powerful business schools in the entire Blue Star.

Most of those who can enter here to study are monsters with highly developed IQ and EQ. After these monsters graduate from here and take up jobs, it goes without saying that quite a few of them will gradually grow into business leaders.

Become a classmate, or even further become a member of the same society, then in the future work, you will inevitably become an excellent network of your own. This is something that many people strive for, and I am afraid that it is also the most important reason why everyone here chooses to join this society. one.

Sargent McCormick was obviously very satisfied with the effect. He cleared his throat and continued: "Moreover, this year we have a brand new harvest. A very special companion joined us. His major is Electronic engineering is a freshman who just enrolled this year. Of course, these are not the key points. It is not uncommon for students from other majors to join our “Wall Street Throne” dominated by business school students. However, what I want to say is this year. The classmate’s identity is a bit special—"

Having said this, McCormick paused deliberately, and when everyone was looking around to find the special newcomer mentioned by the president, he announced loudly: "Because he comes from an ancient and Mysterious country, China! He just came from China to study at Stanford, let us welcome this new classmate, new member, Eric Tan with warm applause! Hey, Eric, I see you Come up and say something to us."

Tan Zhenhua was chatting with Wei Weian. He suddenly heard his name in the loudspeaker. He was taken aback for a while, and then laughed. It turns out that there is something about himself today. He looked up on stage. When I went, I found that the current "Wall Street Throne" president Sargent McCormick was speaking at him while winking his eyes. He looked familiar with this person, and recalled it after thinking about it. Isn’t this the one who handed me the application form yesterday?

No wonder he knows himself.

Well, although not prepared, Xiao Tan Tan is confident that his eloquence should be no problem for such a speech with no key topics, so he smiled and said sorry to Vivian, and encouraged the latter. Zhong straightened his clothes and stepped onto the podium.

For the appearance of such a mysterious red country companion from the far East, almost everyone responded with applause. However, Tan Zhenhua could hear that most of these applauses were only out of politeness. After all, Huaxia, which had just opened its doors, In the impression of these Western students, they are still inseparable from the words poverty, backwardness, and isolation.

Moreover, since 1978, Huaxia’s activities to send overseas students to study in the United States were limited by funding and other factors. The number of people who were lucky enough to be selected each year was really limited. In 1978, it was 50 people. In 1982, there were only 100 people. And most of them are not only a little older, they are also studying engineering or natural sciences. As for economics, finance, and management, it is clear that these disciplines have not attracted enough attention from China.

Therefore, when they saw such a peer from China studying electronics while choosing to join the "Wall Street Throne" whose main purpose is to study and discuss economic issues, they were extremely curious.

Tan Zhenhua stepped onto the rostrum, nodded slightly to Sargent, and after making a very U.S. punching greeting with the opponent, he took the microphone, and the latter smiled and gave up his position and stepped back. .

He cleared his throat a little, smiled and said: "My name is Tan Zhenhua, you can also call me Eric, as President McCormick said, I come from the far east, China, one is opening the country. Embrace the world..."

Just as he was about to describe his motherland with a series of beautiful words, and ended his introduction after expressing gratitude, a sharp and mocking voice sounded at the door:

"Ha, Eric, you are from China, so, what about your braids?"