Fu Ping'an smiled and said, "It should be said that I was named Datuk on the day of success. If there is no such thing as it must be successful."

"Yes, it must be successful." Matteo Ci became excited and asked the servant to get the wine. The servant asked if he wanted champagne or brandy. Matteo Ci thought about it and asked him to have something exciting. Leave the champagne until the celebration.

Two crystal clear crystal cups contain amber xo. Before clinking the cups, Fu Ping'an said, Your Majesty, I have to ask you for someone, a person in charge of connecting with me. Matteo C does not quite understand what docking means. This word is a new Chinese noun, and was invented by the former director of the Public Security Bureau of a municipality directly under the Central Government. Fu Ping'an explained the meaning of the word. Matteo C understood, but he really couldn't find such a person. All his subordinates were chosen and appointed by Prime Minister Marquez. They can't be said to be spies placed by him, but they are just slaves who listen to greetings. How can they be useful? Then again, if there are capable people around him, they will not be the turn to find an outsider to help. In a sense, Matteo C is as miserable as Emperor Xian of Han.

"If you have any questions, just contact me directly. My phone will always turn on your phone and start it 24 hours a day." Matteo Ci said, "I will write you another authorization letter and a formal document with stamping."

The authorization letter is an exquisite blank document printed in parchment. Matteo Chou was worried about the leak of information, so he personally took a quill pen and wrote the content in beautiful floral characters. He authorized Fu Ping's security rights to act as the business operation of King Tibiliu, Matteo Chou III. At the end, Matteo Chou signed the name and stamped a private seal on the fire paint, but it was just the king's private seal. The seal was kept in the safe in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and even the king could not use it casually.

Before the authorization letter was dried, Fu Ping'an and Matteo Ci had a drink and wished success. At this moment, the wind and clouds were surging outside the palace, and a tropical rainstorm suddenly came, and the joy of the fall seemed to herald a magnificent revolution kicked off.

With fifteen days left in the summer vacation, Fu Ping'an locked himself in the library and read a large number of newspapers and legal documents. Xingmatai belongs to the British and American legal system, and case law occupies an important position. This is a literary battle. It is very important to be familiar with the law. As for newspapers, they play a role in understanding the moral norms that locals follow. Case law relies on juries, and juries rely on public order and good customs that most people follow.

At the end of August, Fu Ping'an finally left Xingmatai and returned to China. He went to Sabah for the first time to find the Chinese consulate. China and Xingmatai had diplomatic relations, but did not host envoys, but relied on the consulate in Sabah to be responsible for diplomatic affairs.

The consulate did not take Fu Ping'an seriously for this Chinese college student who claimed to be the plebishop of King Xingmatai. Of course, Fu Ping'an is not so easy to deal with. He found the consul himself and talked for a few minutes, presented the power of attorney, and also said something to prove himself.

"I believe you, young man, I can't make the decision on this matter, I will report it to my superiors." The consul did not have any emotional fluctuations, and used diplomatic rhetoric to treat Fu Ping'an perfunctorily.

Fu Ping'an, who walked out of the consulate, stood in the sun for a while, and suddenly realized that the consul did not believe in himself, but was unwilling to accept this move, because Matteo C did not represent the Xingma Taiwan government. Of course, he would talk to Prime Minister Cao when he wanted to talk to Emperor Xian of Han, who was not in charge of the matter.

The official route is no longer possible. China has always pursued the policy of not interfering in other people's internal affairs. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs must be very clear about the situation in Xingmatai. If you hook up with the king in private, Marquez will not be happy. This authorization letter does not have the official service and may be okay for use among the people.

Fu Ping'an transferred back from Sabah to return home, and school started the day after arriving in Omi. He officially entered his last year of university. His academic burden was relatively relaxed, and more importantly, he was looking for a job and internship or preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination.

Back in the familiar dormitory, the roommates almost couldn't recognize Fu Ping'an. After living in the tropical area for a long time, his skin turned darker, and he also lost a lot of weight and looked more refined and sharp.

Fan Jian said: "Boss, why are you moving bricks on the construction site?"

Fu Ping'an was not going to hide it from his good brothers. A hero and three helpers should do big things, so he told him about his grand plan, thinking that the three brothers would be extremely excited and actively participated, but unexpectedly, he waited for a jokey look.

"Boss, you have been fooled. We have all met Matteo C., who is just a poor loser. Why has he become the king? What evidence do you have to prove that you were not deceived?" Fan Jian started to argue with ease.

Fu Ping'an took his mobile phone and pulled out the photos for them to show them. Each photo was refuted. Fan Jian made arguing that he was first-class. Fu Ping'an understood that the person who pretended to be asleep could not wake up, so he simply said, "No matter whether he is true or false, are you willing to make a fortune with me?"

Lu Kun said: "Boss, I'm sorry, my family's intention is to ask me to go back to take the civil service exam, but I can help you this year in my senior year, so it's hard to say after graduation."

Zhao Jin said: "Boss, do you know that the school recruitment has begun? Now is the best time to find a job. I need an internship in my senior year. I'm sorry I can't help you."

Fan Jian’s plan is to take the postgraduate entrance examination, and he is a graduate student who is taking the law department across majors. His study tasks are tight this year and he can’t help his boss.

Fu Ping'an became a lonely man. Of course, he would not blame his roommate for not helping him. Everyone has his own life goals. Besides, his own business may not be successful. After all, he has the element of adventure and is not kind to force others to join the plan.

Let’s take a look at the people I met. Fan Dongsheng had just started his sophomore year and had a tight task. No, Gao Yan was a criminal policeman, and he was so busy that he hit the back of his head. No, he suddenly remembered the two of them, Pan Xiaoyang and Mu Lan. These two people would never suspect that Matteo C was fake.

In a Western restaurant near New Era Square, Fu Ping'an invited two ladies to dinner and told her about the plan. Pan Xiaoyang looked embarrassed: "It's not that I don't want to help. I just found a new job, so I can't quit."

Fu Ping'an said congratulations and asked casually where he was. Pan Xiaoyang said reservedly: "Kite Investment, Senior Assistant."

Mu Lan hasn't spoken. She went out for nearly half a month this time, and it was during the busiest period of summer training. When she came back, she was very nervous and thought she would be fired. Unexpectedly, the boss not only did not get angry, but also asked about her well-being. After that, she was promoted to herself and now she is in a management position.

Mu Lan later analyzed this matter. She has always been the best employee of Bruchamps, but she has never been promoted. This time she gave herself a big vacation. The boss suspected that it was a prelude to job change. She was afraid that she would be snatched away by her competitors, so she quickly promoted and raised her salary to calm people's hearts.

Bruchamps is a formal training institution with a great future. Mu Lan also loves this industry very much. What Fu Ping'an said is not very reliable. Although Matteo is the king, he has no real power and is called around by his grandson. This person has a vague personality and is very popular for three minutes. Maybe one day he doesn't want to play.

But Fu Ping'an needs help, which is the most important thing. He can still find a job after resigning. At worst, the speed of savings and buying a house will slow down.

"I'll help you, and I don't want to do it anymore." Mu Lan said, "But I'll agree first, I want the vice president."

"Don't talk about the vice president, the chairman can do it." Fu Ping'an picked up the drink, "Are you my brother, or your brother? Let's go."

Pan Xiaoyang felt a little embarrassed and was unwilling to give up this: "Let's do this, let's talk to our boss about the time another day. He is sure to make a decision for investment, and maybe we can cooperate."

...

The first investor Fu Ping'an found was Yang Mingzhu, the chairman of Zhangong Real Estate. The relationship between the two was extraordinary. Fu Ping'an himself was also a reserve cadre of Zhangong Real Estate. Others wanted to hand over resumes at campus job fairs, but he had a guaranteed job. Zhangong Real Estate is a well-known real estate company in Omi. It is rich and powerful. According to the current momentum, it is not a problem to become a vice president within ten years.

Yang Mingzhu was very surprised because Fu Ping'an never talked to her and never used her life-saving relationship to make profits. This was the first time she took the initiative to talk about things, so she attached great importance to it and formally met in the office. After reading a lot of information Fu Ping'an got, he heard him talk for two hours.

Fu Ping'an has done a lot of homework. He referred to overseas projects of Sunac and Wanda and proposed the Xingmatai tourist destination plan to create a large-scale real estate commercial project exclusive to Chinese people, including high-rise apartments, Palm Island villa groups, duty-free shopping malls, and even special airports and docks with investment of over 10 billion yuan.

"We can get free land, preferential and stable policies. Chinese capital goes global, in line with the country's Belt and Road strategy..." Fu Ping'an talked happily, "The land prices of domestic first- and second-tier cities are getting more and more expensive, and they must go out to develop. Although Xingmatai is a little farther away, it is always closer than Dubai, and the sea view is excellent. You can have a luxury apartment for hundreds of thousands of yuan, and you can have a sea villa like Dubai's Palm Island for hundreds of thousands of yuan. This is simply the dream of the middle class. With the deepening development of construction, these houses have extremely high appreciation potential. Now investing is a huge profit..."

Yang Mingzhu listened to his story patiently, looked at the PPT he made, and even advertising slogans. From these details, we can see that Fu Ping'an is indeed a talent, but this young man is too ideal. His ideal is to be built on an unstable beach. The political situation is unstable, and no matter how much investment you invest, it will be wasted.

"Ping'an, you go to the Planning Department for an internship, the company needs you." Yang Mingzhu said, "As for the Xingmatai project, let's put it aside first."

Fu Ping'an felt cold, Yang Mingzhu gave herself face, and did not refute these untenable reasons one by one. Zhangong Real Estate is a private enterprise and dare not take such a big risk. This is reasonable. Mr. Yang stands tall and looks far. As the chairman of a large company, a decision affects the future of thousands of employees, and he cannot take risks.

After leaving the chairman's office, Fu Ping'an felt a little melancholy, but sighed and was confident again. The matter was done by man. No matter how difficult the matter was, even if the Taihang Mountains could be moved away.

If real estate cannot be done, he has another way to make a stable move. He is a stolen wood. According to the laws of Xingmatai, land without clear ownership and underground minerals belonging to the king. This is very important. It belongs to the king rather than the government. Therefore, the tropical trees in the West Island are Matteo. It is illegal for Chinese to collude with officials to cut down privately. Fu Ping'an did it in a reasonable and legal way, and was an imperial envoy.

He first went to the furniture market to take a look. High-end solid wood furniture is mainly North American walnut, Burmese teak and African mahogany. As for the expensive wood-made furniture like Huanghuali, it is even more rare. The price is not acceptable to ordinary people.

The tropical wood in Xingmatai is of excellent quality, and the transportation distance is always much closer than in Africa. All it lacks is distribution channels. Fu Ping'an's confidence has increased greatly. It was noon that he found a barbecue restaurant nearby for dinner, but he met an acquaintance.

Gu Bei's appearance has not changed much, but his temperament has changed. He has changed from a wild and unruly disco-do dj to an old and steadfast cargo master. He is wearing work clothes and labor protection gloves in his pocket. Behind him is a real big man, two meters tall, like a mountain of meat moving.

Gu Bei walked to the pot of pork with rice and asked how many pieces of meat there were, and I included them all.

The store owner said: "There are more than 20 yuan left. You can't afford to pack a round, there are still queues behind them."

Gu Bei turned around and said, "Brothers, give me some face. Juqiang and I haven't had dinner for two days."

There is a logistics park around the furniture market. Basically, drivers and loaders come here to eat. Everyone knows each other well, but those who are queuing behind are not angry. They laugh and go to the next door to eat. Fu Ping'an sat at the table and witnessed the wonder of the big eater eating.

The giant man named Ju Qiang rounded everything in the meat pot, rice bowl after bowl, and his mouth was like a funnel. He raised his neck with a bowl of rice poured with broth, pulled it with chopsticks and then entered his throat. In a moment, more than thirty empty bowls were piled up.

Fu Ping'an's throat shook for a moment, and he knew he had met a strange man.

"Boss, come on." Fu Ping'an called the boss over, "I will help them settle the accounts for this table, and you can open them."

The boss said, "Brother, do you bring enough money?"
Chapter completed!