Chapter 234 The only one in East Asia, the news is very fair
Wuyuan Bay is a newly developed land on Ludao, where Sun Dongxin has a mansion that is paid off by a client.
There are various channels for capital circulation at home and abroad, but Brother Sun, who is a little crooked, basically doesn't touch them - he started out as a serious trader, and is very cautious and disciplined in this regard.
The only exception is this house.
Well, the client tearfully used a mansion worth nearly 200 million to pay off a bill of about 100 million. Sun Dongxin knew how big the problem was.
However, Mr. Sun traveled around the world and his methods were not illegal. He did not suffer any loss and could only accept it with tears.
So, the client successfully laundered the monitored assets out of the country legally and laughed until he shed tears.
As for Brother Sun, he took over this mansion full of resentment, and was questioned by multiple departments and several large companies.
In order to prove his innocence, Brother Sun will not touch this house in the future - I will leave it there, and none of you can attack me with this matter.
So Mr. Cheng became the first resident of this mansion in 2018.
There are only four cars in the Mercedes-Benz fleet. Mr. Sun originally thought that Cheng Daqi would bring some entourage, but he only brought Lisa, so he had a bit of surplus.
The security guards in the villa area have already received notification from Zhong Ju’s men. Before the convoy arrived, the security guards were already standing at the gate to receive them.
Zhong Ju is an old acquaintance of Cheng Daqi. He is deeply influenced by Brother Sun in his actions and is very detailed.
From the motorcade pick-up to the security queue, to the five-person service team including the chef in the villa, Zhong Ju arranged everything carefully.
It was just the atmosphere of this reception that shocked Lisa greatly.
"Chan, do I have some misunderstanding about you, or are you the legendary lizard man?
You have one identity in the United States, and when you return to China, you change your identity?"< br>
After everyone left, the blonde girl took off her shoes tiredly, sat on the sofa and complained to Tongcheng Daqi.
Mr. Cheng's style today gave Lisa a special feeling. He seemed to be like Temir in America, like a big boss in China.
"The Dragon King is back, right? Hahahahaha!" Cheng Daqi was lazily slumped in his chair, controlling Cao Yueyue to do things.
"What do you mean?" The blond girl asked doubtfully as she didn't understand the Chinese culture.
“It’s okay, today’s car, this house, everything was provided by the person who interviewed MAS employees with us last time.
He is my employee in China The investor invested 15 million yuan in me and respects me, so we received such courtesy."
"Well, I still have a feeling today that China seems to be more powerful than the United States. It needs to be developed, or in other words, modernized.
Ludao is not inferior to San Luodu in all aspects, whether it is the construction of infrastructure or the status of the citizens here.
Everything is completely different from the China promoted by the American media, Chan. This feeling is very subtle. "The blond white girl chatted with Cheng Daqi about her impressions of Ludao.
"What I envy the most is that the citizens here have a sense of relaxation. The old people move freely on the streets. No need to worry about safety issues at all. "
"Oh, then you have never seen the Dongxin Building at twelve o'clock in the evening. The sense of relaxation has nothing to do with the Chinese. The involution of East Asian civilization is unique in the world. "
You don't have to worry too much when chatting with Lisa. He mercilessly commented on the mistakes in the blonde girl's words.
"A building at twelve o'clock in the evening? Is there any difference? ”
"The lights are bright, everyone is working overtime!"
"Huh?"
"Don't be surprised, Chinese characteristics, while Americans are sleeping, Chinese people are working hard to catch up. This is what America is like. The reason why I want Hua Guo to die immediately."
"Chan, what is your position in saying this?" The blonde girl keenly sensed something was wrong.
Looking at Cheng Daqi’s profile, Lisa was thinking.
Chan, is your butt a little too flexible? I can't even see where you are sitting.
"Businessman? Who knows? It's impossible to strictly control every word you say.
I suggest you go change into a dress now , we will go to a dinner party tonight.”
Cheng Daqi rejected Lisa’s inspection attempt and assigned her a new task.
"I understand Mi'er's thoughts more and more now. She is right about some things." Lisa didn't want to move, she was exhausted.
"What's the matter?" Mr. Cheng asked.
"She said that everything in the media is all lies. As long as the news exceeds five elements, it must be fake news."
The blonde girl touched her forehead and sighed.
Mr. Cheng was amused by Temir's wisdom.
Is this the world of old American shareholders?
It has to be Temir, no one knows news better than her.
“This is the situation for those who study journalism. They are employed by capitalists and are affected by performance appraisal and workplace competition. In order to sell sales and influence, they can only lie, exaggerate, and provoke confrontation. This is the vicious behavior of journalism. The tragedy caused by bad money driving out good money in the industry ecology cannot be solved. This native 'loophole' in the system cannot be solved.
In a short period of time, some media with good conscience will appear, but marketization will. The wave of capitalization will quickly assimilate them - assimilate or die. "Isn't there such a fair and impartial media? For example, the blond white girl hopes. The world can be a better place.
"Where does the money for non-profit organizations come from?" Mr. Cheng's level is probably the second to speak, and the second is for an innocent child like Lisa.
Sister, you are too naive.
“Is there no fair media?”
Even though she already had the answer in her heart, Lisa still wanted to ask.
“Yes, and there are many - people feel that the media that tells them what they like to hear is fair, and they even believe in it.”
Mr. Cheng's humor was too hellish. After listening to it, Lisa felt irritated.
"Fake, I suspect you are scolding me." The blonde white girl gritted her teeth and said.
“Honey, do I have to scold myself too?”
The blonde girl was stunned. She didn’t expect Cheng to answer like this.
Chan, someone like you still believes in justice?
No, if I think this way, doesn’t it prove that I don’t actually believe in justice that much?
Mr. Cheng’s words burned Lisa’s CPU.
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Outside the island, in Xiang'an District, Dinghuju.
This is Brother Sun's private club - not open to the public, only for Dongxin's business reception, the kind of private club where the guests are all top bosses.
It’s not shown on the map, and ordinary people don’t know about it. It’s legal, private and high-end enough.
There are more than a dozen permanent staff here, only serving Sun Dongxin. This is actually not an exaggeration.
Dongxin Group’s annual revenue is tens of billions, so it really needs a reception venue of this size.
Dinghuju small hall.
It wasn't until she walked into this seemingly ordinary club that Cao Yueyue was sure that she was going to be lucky.
Mr. Cheng has always said that he will return to China next week. She has always been worried that Mr. Cheng is just cheating and that her job will be ruined one day.
Recently, Mr. Cheng finally returned to China, but he stopped in Hong Kong.
Moreover, Mr. Cheng’s arrangements seemed too strange to Cao Yueyue - Mr. Cheng actually hired a navy to commit crimes. Own.
Everything seemed strange, and Cao Yueyue couldn't help but worry.
But now standing in the small hall of the club, Xiao Cao can finally let go of her hanging heart. Mr. Cheng has returned to China and wants to take her to the dinner party.
But, why does the decoration here look so high-end?
Mr. Cheng, I’m just a migrant worker. Is it necessary to bring me here to eat?
It will be really stressful.——
"So, tonight is the state banquet you mentioned?" The blonde white girl felt that the ordinary little girl in front of her would be the same no matter what. It doesn’t matter if you can do a state banquet.
“Strictly speaking, what we have tonight is not a state banquet, but the level is not much different. Real top chefs are hard to find.”
Dinghuju was one of Cheng Daqi's main workplaces in his previous life - his role as Brother Sun's younger brother was not that of a thug or a big-headed soldier.
In his previous life, he worked intensively as a guest at Dinghuju for half a year and participated in more than a dozen of Sun Dongxin’s dinner parties.
At that time, every time he met an important guest, Brother Sun would explain to him in detail the details of the communication and the pros and cons of the game.
It was this kind of careful teaching that allowed Chengdu to grow so fast. Finally, one day, he began to try to lead a team to start a business on his own.
This kind of Sun Dongxin, no matter what kind of person he is, is the big brother in the eyes of Mr. Cheng.
"Mr. Cheng, Mr. Sun has arrived, please follow me."
Under the guidance of the staff, Lisa gradually saw the whole picture of Dinghuju.
Dinghu, standing in the water, refers to the core business of Dongxin Group - foreign trade.
There is indeed an artificial lake in the middle of Dinghu House. There is also a stone tripod in the lake, and the lake water continuously pours into the circulation system under the tripod from all sides.
There is also some Feng Shui bureau flavor here. Water is used to carry wealth. Water flowing into the tripod is just like wealth flowing into Dongxin.
Passing through the transparent corridor outside the side hall of Dinghuju, Mr. Cheng and Lisa came to a large wind and rain corridor.
This corridor is built on the lake. It is fifteen meters long and about five meters wide. There are tea tables, piano tables, antique shelves, etc., all neatly placed in two corners.
"Chan, it seems a bit beautiful here. What kind of building does this belong to?" Lisa asked in a low voice.
“This ancient Chinese building looks like a hall, but it’s actually a stage. You see, the railings on both sides are movable.”
Cheng Daqi pointed to the wind and rain corridor. Edge, preaching to Lisa.
Evergrande Song and Dance Troupe is not exclusive to Evergrande!
Sun Dongxin has struggled for decades and is indeed qualified to enjoy it.
Although Dongxin's song and dance troupe is not big, it is at least elegant enough - Sun Dongxin calls himself a Confucian businessman.
(End of this chapter)