The difference between cloud and mud

Fang Zhixing slandered Xiao Fengtai crazily behind his back, but he didn't dare to delay his work.He asked the doctor in the Department of Biology who was in charge of looking at clinical projects to find Jiang Tong to find all of Jiang Tong's papers and study them carefully, and then sent Jiang Tong's company information to the medical fund that was cooperating to find the project for background investigation.A week later, Jiang Tong and Hua Qing's past and present lives were condensed into a 30-page ppt and sent to Xiao Fengtai's mailbox.

"Huaqing's two pipeline products do have investment value, and Jiang Tong does not start a business with the mentality of a scientist playing tricks... Even so, my suggestion is that we should not participate at this stage." Fang Zhixing concluded in the conference call road.

"Why?" Across the entire Atlantic Ocean, Xiao Fengtai's voice was transmitted and translated by radio waves, calm and calm, without any emotion.

"The reason why Jiang Tong withdrew from the clinic was not so much a technical problem as a management problem. He was screwed by a former team member." Fang Zhixing flipped the ppt on the shared screen to the page introducing the management team: "Lu Wei, former Huaqing CFO Concurrently with cso*, he jumped to Yongping Pharmaceutical three months ago, and took away almost all R&D backbones above Huaqing vp. One month later, btk27 broke out that the first phase clinical patient enrollment data was falsified, and the experimental results were invalidated. Huaqing withdrew the second phase clinical Apply, and find a cro again for a clinical phase."

"Everyone is taken away, why don't you let the old club go?"

"According to my speculation, Lu Wei may not want to pursue and fight fiercely. It is Yongping who has taken a fancy to Jiang Tong. Even if btk27 is withdrawn and redone for the first phase, Huaqing's progress is still ahead of domestic pharmaceutical companies. And once cd30 succeeds—although According to our consultants, there is little hope—it may become a cross-generational invention in the field of international cancer diagnosis and treatment."

Xiao Fengtai pondered: "Did Yongping change the chairman last year?"

"Yes. The new chairman, Zhang Yuan, is the founder's daughter. She has an overseas background, and she is considered a reformer within Yongping. After Zhang Yuan took office, he bought the pipeline products of several overseas companies at high prices. The company has been recruiting in the market with great fanfare in recent months. Building a R&D team means earnestly transforming into an innovative drug.”

"Mr. Zhang has three children. This little Mr. Zhang is known as the eldest princess. He can defeat Mr. Zhang's only son and take the position. Zhang Yuan first spent his energy to dig Lu Wei, and then used resources to coerce and lure Jiang Tong to surrender. It can be seen that he is sure to win. Now that Huaqing's capital chain is about to break, we will stab Yongping, not to mention whether we can save Huaqing or not."

Doing business in the primary market is based on worldly wisdom.Except for a few smart-eyed Zhuge, most investors follow the trend, and there is no shortage of holding high and stepping low.Many well-known companies are fawning on investors, but little-known small companies have to be shut down a lot.To offend Yongping, an entrenched leader in the Chinese pharmaceutical market, for a cd30 that may not be successful, in Fang Zhixing's view, the risk-reward ratio is seriously uneven, which is suicide.

He felt sorry for Jiang Tong in his heart, waiting for Xiao Fengtai's final judgment.Although Xiao Fengtai clearly showed his interest in Huaqing, the pros and cons were in front of him, and Fang Zhixing believed that his choice was no longer in doubt.Based on their many years of working together, when it comes to calculating pros and cons, no one is more calm and decisive than Xiao Fengtai.

However, the other side of the receiver continued to be silent, and Fang Zhixing could even hear the noise of the mobile phone due to unstable signal.

"Boss?" He asked late, "Any more questions?"

Xiao Fengtai didn't speak.He looked at Jiang Tong's photo on the ipad screen in the darkness.It was six o'clock in the evening UK time, and it was dark in London.The lights in the car were not turned on, and the neon lights outside the car occasionally shone into the car. The bright orange and white lights flashed and then fell silent. The Ipad is the only light source. I don’t know if it’s because of the brightness, but Jiang Tong’s photos are amazingly high-definition.Xiao Fengtai could clearly see the wrinkles at the corners of Jiang Tong's eyes when he smiled, and the small folds that were not smoothed out on the white coat.Jiang Tong sat casually on a high chair in the laboratory, holding a pipette in one hand, and smiling sideways at the camera. There was a bit of bewilderment and shyness in his smile that he was not used to facing the camera.

Xiao Fengtai remained expressionless in the dark, looking at the smiling Jiang Tong on the screen.

"You can take another look at this project." He whispered.

Fang Zhixing didn't react: "What?"

Xiao Fengtai suddenly became irritable: "Didn't you hear? I said let this project live for a while, and you do a scenario analysis to figure out what our cost price is."

"But……"

"As you said just now, before finding the lead investor, no foundation would take the risk of offending Yongping to invest in Huaqing. When Jiang Tong comes back to look for you, I want you to notify me as soon as possible and prepare a complete set Negotiation plan. I want the price to be as low as possible."

He didn't give Fang Zhixing a chance to refute, so he hung up the phone.

Xiao Fengtai hung up the phone, only to find that there was already a series of new message reminders on whatsapp.He frowned at Xiaohongquan but didn't click on the app, but swiped to bloomberg to read the financial news.

Ecb announced the end of quantitative easing at the end of the year, Trump withdrew from the Paris Agreement, another shooting in the United States, and the earthquake in Japan caused three deaths and twenty injuries... He paused with his fingers, his eyes still fixed on the screen: "Is the gift ready?"

Hearing the sound, the secretary turned back eagerly from the front seat: "It's ready, do you want to take a look now?"

"No need." Xiao Fengtai stopped him coldly: "Give it to me directly when you get off the bus—or that restaurant?"

"Yes...you want to go somewhere else? I'll notify Mr. Matsuoka immediately."

"It's okay, anyway, I won't eat Japanese food for a while." New message prompts popped up constantly at the top of the screen, Xiao Fengtai simply threw the phone aside, closed his eyes and rested: "Call me when we arrive."

Matsuoka Seito University graduated ahead of schedule and has worked as an investment bank in London for eight years, with a deep sense of seller service.Xiao Fengtai opened the door of the box, and as expected, he saw him sitting upright and kneeling in front of the low table, pouring tea into Xiao Fengtai's teacup.

Hearing the sound of the door, Matsuoka Kiyoho raised his eyes slightly, nodded coldly and reservedly, and signaled him to take a seat opposite the low table.A table full of bowls and dishes.The fish is red and white, and the black porcelain plate is dotted with tender yellow chrysanthemums.Two paper hot pots were bubbling and steaming at the corner of the table——Xiao Fengtai didn't like being disturbed while eating, and Matsuoka Kiyoshi had already ordered the waiter to set the table in advance.

Does he know that he is the best-looking dish on the table?Xiao Fengtai thought to himself.A cold and handsome man with ivory white skin, short black hair, and eyebrows like distant mountains.The unique Japanese fox face, with deep long eyelashes and slanted eye tails, but the three-piece suit is meticulous, and the silver-gray tie is neatly tied, locking the temptation and charm in the white throat.

If it weren't for this relationship, I really want to hire him as a secretary.Xiao Fengtai pushed a box over, not without regrets in his heart.It is extremely difficult to find a caring and meticulous secretary these days, and he can afford no matter how high the salary is.

Matsuoka glanced at the box pushed to the side and did not move, Xiao Fengtai smiled: "Congratulations on your promotion."

The man's indifferent and calm expression loosened a little. He opened the box and looked at it, with a trace of smile on his lips: "I should thank you."

"It's over." Xiao Fengtai clicked his tongue, and took the lead in raising his chopsticks: "Eat quickly, we have a lot of things to do tonight."

He deliberately emphasized on "many things", and saw the man's cheekbones stained with a thin layer of red with a sense of mischief.

Matsuoka Kiyoshi is engaged in a luxurious financial industry, but his private life is even duller than Japanese sake, and he has become a rare animal among a group of well-dressed beasts.The big boss of the department was drinking too much at the year-end dinner and joked that he wanted to introduce his daughter who was studying in Cambridge to him.Xiao Fengtai came to the UK this time to participate in the investment strategy meeting, and by the way, he had a chance to catch up with his university alumni. The beautiful Matsuoka became the youngest Asian md in the M industry, and he became well-known in the circle.Friends who also work in the Financial City did not know that they knew each other, so they told Xiao Fengtai the Bingshan beauty as a joke, Xiao Fengtai smiled noncommittally.

They had never seen him in bed.He pushed up hard, and the man let out a scream with tears in his eyes.Matsuoka's upper body was loosely wrapped in a suit shirt, his white jade-like waist was thin, dotted with red hickey marks here and there.He tilted his head slightly, his forehead was messy, his expression was blurred, his thin lips were red and bloodshot.The beautiful and obscene scene made Xiao Fengtai feel a hot current rushing down from his abdomen, and his hands and feet were slightly numb.

"Hurry up." Xiao Feng said expressionlessly, "Move yourself."

Matsuoka smiled slightly. He had just cried, and the corners of his eyes were red, which made his smile reveal a very different charm.He said something softly in his mother tongue, Xiao Fengtai's Japanese is not good, he couldn't hear clearly, and he didn't care.

The man's waist swayed flexibly again.Xiao Fengtai closed his eyes and focused his senses on his lower body.The potential LP I met at the strategy meeting during the day, Fang Zhixing's phone call, Jiang Tong, the new project I will meet next week, Huaqing, Yongping, the princess, Jiang Tong... Countless vague shadows linger in my mind a little bit Dissolving and dispersing, he took a deep breath, held Matsuoka's greasy and hot thigh, and sank into the turbid current of dark desire.

It was almost midnight afterwards, and Matsuoka called the hotel to deliver the food.Through in-depth physical communication, the long-lost gap between the two has disappeared virtually.Finally, you don’t have to pretend to pay attention to table manners. You can sit at the head of the bed with your quilt in your arms, and eat pasta with a plate in your arms.

"Why didn't you reply to my message?" Matsuoka asked abruptly, "If it wasn't for Mr. Luo, I almost thought you wouldn't be here."

The front desk secretary "Mr. Luo" should never have imagined that he would appear in the boss's bedside conversation room.Xiao Fengtai didn't want to dwell on this kind of boring question, so he reached out to wipe the ketchup from the corner of his mouth, and licked it on the tip of his tongue: "When will you be free to come to Asia? I want to eat the Japanese curry you made."

Matsuoka lowered his eyelids, and his ears turned red: "I've just been promoted, and it's not easy to ask for leave recently. Wait... for Christmas."

"Try a watch? I don't know your wrist size and it doesn't fit." The two entered the door and began to make out passionately. Clothes, ties, shoes and socks were scattered all over the floor from the corridor to the bedroom. Xiao Fengtai picked them up one by one, put them on, and returned to the bed , saw that Matsuoka was still in a daze: "Why, are you not satisfied?"

Matsuoka forced a smile: "How come... I should thank you. I was promoted to md thanks to the project you introduced."

Xiao Fengtai laughed, and pecked lightly on his cheek: "You are so cute."

Xiao Fengtai doesn't feel that he and Matsuoka Kiyoshi have any deep emotional involvement in his heart.But he frankly admitted that he was very benefited from Matsuoka Kiyoshi's innocence.People need a sense of ritual, especially like him, who lives in calculations and calculations day after day. A little bit of sincerity is good.

What's more, Matsuoka Kiyoshi's service is so good-serious abstinence outside, rough and sweet in bed, strict mouth, no trouble.Although his heart has gradually become wild in the past few years, he is still the most sensible and obedient among Xiao Fengtai's bed partners.

"I didn't do anything, it's all on your own." Xiao Fengtai put on his coat and found the car key that the secretary put in his pocket: "See you in Tokyo."

Matsuoka Kiyoshi didn't speak, and his eyes showed a naked reluctance.It was a cold and damp London midnight outside, but inside it was warm and dry, and there was a beauty on the couch.Xiao Fengtai struggled for a few seconds, thinking about tomorrow's arrangement, decided to follow the usual practice and go back to the Hyde Park apartment.

Maybe Matsuoka has other arrangements - after all, Mandarin Hotel suite facilities are good.Xiao Fengtai sat on the sofa in the lobby, waiting for the doorman to drive the car to the door.Within a few minutes, several beautiful couples of men and women have checked in together. Although they are of different ages and skin colors, their demeanors are the same: on the surface, they are formulaic indifference and brows, and there is a trace of unnoticeable but obvious tension in the corners of the eyes and brows.He looked amused, and a strange idea suddenly popped up in his mind. There will be rain in the forecast in London tomorrow morning. How many couples among these people can lie on the bed together and listen to the sound of the rain hitting the windows?

Xiao Fengtai is not a person who cares about his children.However, this idea haunted him strangely, causing him to have many strange dreams intermittently throughout the night.Early the next morning, with dark circles under his eyes, he drove to the villa where Mrs. Xiao lived. When the housekeeper greeted him, he glanced at him calmly and did not speak.

Xiao Fengtai pretended not to see his probing eyes: "How is grandma?"

The butler led him up to the second floor, smiling wryly: "That depends on how you define 'good'."

Mrs. Xiao was sitting on a rocking chair by the window, wearing a soft and loose sweater. Her white hair was neatly combed, but her hair fell out badly, and her scalp was faintly exposed at the back of her head, which was not very decent.She looked out of the window, her complexion was pale, her eyelids were swollen, half drooping revealing cloudy kernels.

The window is half open, and the crisp sound of birds chirping can be heard, and the fresh and cool morning breeze blows in after the rain.However, the old man's head moved little by little, almost dozing off.

Xiao Fengtai sat down beside Mrs. Xiao, his tone of voice pretended to be excited: "Grandma, how are you doing?"

Mrs. Xiao turned her head slowly as if awakened from a start, looked at him carefully for a while, then turned her head back silently, staring blankly at the little bird jumping on the tree trunk outside the window.

She did not recognize him.

"It's hard for Madam to wake up once in a few weeks now." The housekeeper whispered from behind: "You...you should visit her more often."

When we met two months ago, Mrs. Xiao already looked like this.Xiao Fengtai had unnecessary fantasies, thinking that she was just out of spirits at night and would recover to her original state after adequate rest.He really doesn't want to associate the thin and chaotic old man with his grandma, and the image of her in his heart will always stay in that summer—a long black velvet cheongsam, a thin silver walking stick, slow steps but straight waist.Her speech was slow, and she rarely had emotional ups and downs, but her eyes were sharp, and she could see the bottom of his heart at a glance.

She single-handedly tore up his first love, his first fantasy about the future.She was so cunning, determined, and fierce. He thought she was invincible, but he didn't expect that she would lose to him and time in the end.

"I thought I would hate you forever." Xiao Fengtai whispered: "Who would have thought that you would use such a trick."

Registering in Cambridge was the last thing Xiao Fengtai did to obey Mrs. Xiao.After entering school, he completely indulged himself and turned against Mrs. Xiao in everything. Despite the old man's rage, threats, and pleadings, he went to Cambridge to seek peace and tried all kinds of tricks. He never saw Mrs. Xiao again.

Until her father brought the news that she was suffering from moderate Alzheimer's disease.

He gently covered the old man's hands on his knees, the skin tentacles were rough and cool, like a dry branch.The old man looked out the window indifferently, indifferent to his touch.

"I lost." Xiao Fengtai wanted to smile, but his eyes were hot and his throat was so choked that he could hardly speak: "Those things... I regret it very much. Can you hear it?"

The only answer to him was the soft sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

The butler has already left the room, and it's still early to leave for the airport.Xiao Fengtai sat quietly beside the old man, watching the morning light gradually brighten, and the sound of bicycle bells and tourists playing on the path outside the window.

He suddenly remembered that ten years ago, he was standing by this window to take pictures and send them to Jiang Tong.They were not together at that time, and they separated suddenly. He didn't realize that he was missing Jiang Tong, and he was complacent about the generosity and friendliness of sharing London's cityscape with him.He also took pictures of eating and walking, holding his mobile phone for a moment.Grandma thought Jiang Tong was his little lover and urged him to show her the photo.

Her intuition is really sharp.

"...I didn't help him." He said to the old man, hesitantly, as if trying to convince himself: "Huaqing is a good business, and I believe in the prospects of CD30."

In the silence, he gradually became anxious: "How could I help him? I want to use this investment to gouge out a piece of flesh from him—why does he ask me to help him?"

"When I begged him like that, I followed behind him and gave him my whole heart. No matter how many people begged for a heart, he was crushed on the ground, crushed, and turned into ashes , and said it was for my own good."

"I'll never forgive him," he said viciously.

The old man closed his eyes, tilted his head to one side, and snored lightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Xiao Fengtai showed a wry smile.

"Yes, I was venting my anger." He said softly, "I hate him, and I hate myself. Even if you didn't intervene, we are still so young and so naive because of the disparity in status, how could we go far."

"It's not his fault... I drove us to that point."

If he knows how to suppress his emotions and take it slowly, if he can think differently and not press Jiang Tong every step of the way, if he is not overwhelmed by emotion when he meets Jiang Tong... However, adults never seek life. if.

The time is almost up.He stood up and gently hugged the old man's withered and thin body.

"You are right, we shouldn't be together from the beginning." He whispered in Mrs. Xiao's ear.

At that time, he was too young. He thought that living in such a family, he had already seen through the warmth and coldness of human relationships, but he didn't know that there was a transparent filter between the world in his eyes and the reality.The person who loves him keeps the real discord out of his sight in an ungentle way.

He deserved to live longer in the glasshouse until he got smart enough to break through the cold and safe walls.

"You're right, I'm doing just fine without those . . . those icing on the cake feelings."

That year, he quickly and fully recognized his place in this world in a cruel and painful way, and then resolutely abandoned those blinding cognition, painful, weak and confusing extravagant hopes.

"I regret it." His tears fell on the old man's cheeks: "I didn't have time to say in Chinese, I love you."

He can even use the icing on the cake. He used a sum of start-up funds given by his father in mainland China to make a big splash, and the fund grew rapidly.He can speak Beijing dialect with an accent, hello in Cantonese, and thank you in Shanghai dialect.Should she be proud of him?

The worst and most far-reaching consequences of the mistakes made ten years ago are only apparent today.

He lost forever the one who loved him the most in this world.