America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 234: The only one in East Asia, the news is fair

Wuyuan Bay is a newly developed plot of land on Ludao, and Sun Dongxin has a mansion here that is paid off by a customer.

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.

Therefore, 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 no one of you can attack me with this matter.

As a result, Mr. Cheng became the first resident of this mansion in 2018.

President Cheng's style today gave Lisa a special feeling. He seemed to be like Temir in China, like a big boss.

It was just the atmosphere of this reception that shocked Lisa greatly.

"A building at twelve o'clock at night? Is there any difference?"

Zhong Ju is an old acquaintance of Cheng Daqi. He is deeply influenced by Brother Sun in his actions and is very detailed.

"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."

"What I envy the most is that the citizens here have a sense of relaxation. The old people can move freely on the streets without worrying about safety issues."

"The lights are bright and everyone is working overtime!"

The security guards in the villa area had already received notification from Zhong Ju's men. Before the convoy arrived, the security guards were already standing at the gate to receive them.

“It’s okay, today’s car, this house, and everything were provided by the person who interviewed MAS employees with us last time.

After everyone left, the blonde girl took off her shoes tiredly and sat on the sofa to complain to Daqi.

He is my investor in China and invested 15 million Chinese dollars in me. He respects me, so we received such courtesy. "

"Chan, did I misunderstand 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? "

Ludao is not inferior to San Luodu in various dimensions, whether it is the construction of infrastructure or the status of the citizens here.

"What do you mean?" The blond girl asked doubtfully as she didn't understand the Chinese culture.

"The Dragon King is back, right? Hahahaha!" Cheng Daqi was lazily slumped in his chair, controlling Cao Yueyue to do things.

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.

He didn't have to worry too much when chatting with Lisa. He mercilessly commented on the mistakes in the blonde girl's words.

"what?"

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.

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.

"Well, I still have a feeling today that China seems to be more developed, or more modern, than the United States.

"Don't be surprised. Chinese characteristics are that while the Americans are sleeping, the Chinese are working hard to catch up. This is the reason why the United States wants China to die immediately."

"Chan, what's 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? People can't strictly control every word they say.

I suggest you go change into a dress now. We are going to a dinner party tonight. "

Cheng Daqi rejected Lisa's inspection plan 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, and as long as the news exceeds five lines, 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 how people who study journalism are. They are employed by capitalists and are affected by performance appraisals and workplace competition. In order to achieve sales and influence, they can only lie, exaggerate, and provoke confrontation. This is a vicious journalism industry in which bad money drives out good money. The tragedy caused by ecology and this native 'loophole' in the system cannot be solved.

Individual media with conscience will appear in a short period of time, but the wave of marketization and capitalization will quickly assimilate them - assimilate or die. "

"Isn't there a fair and just media? For example, a non-profit one?" The blonde girl hopes that the world can be a better place.

"Where does the money for non-profit organizations come from?" Mr. Cheng's level is probably second to second, and the second is the second for an innocent child like Lisa.

Sister, you are too naive.

“Isn’t there an unbiased media?”

Even though she already had the answer in her mind, Lisa still wanted to ask.

"Yes, and a lot of it - people feel that the media that says what they like to hear is impartial, and they even believe in impartiality."

Mr. Cheng's humor was too hellish. After listening to it, Lisa felt irritated.

"Fake, I suspect you are scolding me." The blonde girl gritted her teeth and said.

"Honey, do I have to scold myself too?"

The blonde girl was stunned. She didn't expect Cheng Hui to answer like this.

Chan, how can someone like you still believe 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 business reception of Dong Xin, 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 Island.
Moreover, Mr. Cheng's arrangements seemed too strange to Cao Yueyue - Mr. Cheng actually hired a navy to hack him.

Everything seemed strange, and Cao Yueyue couldn't help but worry.

But now standing in the small hall of the club, Xiao Cao could finally let go of his hanging heart. Mr. Cheng had returned to China and wanted to take her to the dinner party with him.

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 are talking about?" The blonde girl felt that the ordinary little girl in front of her had nothing to do with being 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.

Such 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 flows 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, fifteen meters long and about five meters wide. There are tea tables, piano tables, antique shelves, etc., all neatly placed in two corners.

"Chan, this seems a bit beautiful. 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 edge of the wind and rain corridor and preached 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)