The fog in Chengdu cannot be wiped away.
Chen Guanfu has lived in this city for fifteen years and is still not used to its humidity. But I don't plan to leave either.
Forty-one years old, a partner of Chenxi Capital, has invested in some of the most cutting-edge fields of this era - artificial intelligence, commercial aerospace, and autonomous driving. The resume is as beautiful as a carefully laid out PPT. Insiders say he is a "hunter" who can see the direction of the wind before it forms. He neither denies nor admits it. Only occasionally I would write on the desk with cool tea in the study room late at night, and then wipe it off without leaving any traces.
Is a person's cultural attributes his destiny?
If the answer is "yes", then all the business logic, strategic deduction, and human insights he has taught him over the years are just pouring water into a dry well. If the answer is "no", where is the fulcrum?
Capital is a technique, philosophy is a Tao, tea is a mirror, and wine is a spear. He grew up in the wind and sand of Helan Mountain, cultivated himself at the conference table in Shanghai, and learned to coexist with fatigue in the fireworks of Chengdu.
But at this age, I still have to ask:
Can a person be changed by another person?
If not, what is the encounter?
If so, at what cost.
The story begins on a foggy morning in Chengdu. At that time, Chen Guanfu had not realized that what he was about to face was not the end of an investment, but a long review of his self-worth system.
