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Boston.

“God damn it!”

Quan Xu yelled, slammed the steering wheel, stepped on the brake pedal, and quickly looked down.

Then, another "Fuck".

In the co-pilot seat, his secretary Susan sat up straight, opened a bottle of mineral water, took a big sip, gargled a few times, then leaned out of the window and spit the water onto the ground.

He pulled his head back and said to Quan Xu: "It's not my fault."

"Yeah, it's not your fault, it's my fault." Quan Xu muttered, pulled up his crotch, and closed the door of the bird cage.

Susan shrugged, took off the makeup mirror, and took out the lipstick from her bag to touch up her makeup.

Quan Xu pushed open the car door and got out, leaned against the car body, lit a cigarette, and took a long puff.

He was in a bad mood at the moment. Last night, Jessica formally broke up with him. There was no complaining or quarreling between them. Everything went on in a calm atmosphere.

After Jessica packed up her things, the two had a breakup sex.

Perhaps it was because he was too calm that he became upset. Jessica spoke in such a calm tone about who she knew he had slept with, without any hysterical shouting, which showed that his position in Jessica's heart was not as important as he thought.

"Don't be angry with your mother!"

Quan Xu kicked the car tire, jumped up and screamed in pain, a string of swear words coming out of his mouth.

a long time.

After venting enough, he returned to the car, turned the key, stepped on the accelerator and continued driving towards his destination.

Nat King Cole's "Too Young" came on the radio and he hummed along.

Susan reached for a document from the back seat, opened it, and read what was on it.

Quan Xu glanced at it and said, "Didn't you watch it last night?"

"Yes, I'll read it again to make sure there are no mistakes." Susan replied softly.

“Well done.”

The car moved forward and stopped at the garage door of a building in a residential area a quarter of an hour later. Quan Xu only knocked lightly on the door, but was startled to notice the nameplate engraved with "Wang Laboratories".

Not long.

The garage door didn't respond, but the front door of the house opened wide. A Chinese lady leaned out and asked in accented English, "Who are you looking for?"

Quan Xu looked in the direction of the voice and immediately recognized the woman as the target of his visit, Wang An's wife, Qiu Wen'ai. He waved to her and said, "Hello, Madam Wang. I am Quan Xu from Black Pearl Capital, and I am here to see Mr. Wang."

When Qiu Wen'ai heard the word "capital", he immediately greeted enthusiastically, "My husband hasn't come to work yet, Mr. Quan, please come to the living room and sit down."

But she knew that her husband was worried about funds, so when the capital came, how could she not treat it well?

After sitting down in the living room, Quan Xu presented the snack box in his hand without waiting for Qiu Wen'ai to entertain him further, "Madam Wang, this is Dingsheng cake made by Master Shen Dacheng. It's a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it."

Qiu Wen'ai was surprised and asked, "Did Master Shen Dacheng make it?"

Quan Xu nodded slightly, "My boss is a foodie, and he invited several chefs to come to New York to cook."

Qiu Wen'ai took it and said, "Thank you very much. My husband and I haven't had the taste of home for a long time. Mr. Quan, please sit down. I'll make you some tea."

"Thank you."

A few minutes later, the tea arrived and Wang An came down the stairs.

After a brief greeting, we got down to business.

"Mr. Wang, Black Pearl Capital has been paying attention to the development of computers. We are very optimistic about the application of your pulse transmission control device in the field of magnetic core memory and are happy to support you in conducting in-depth research in this field."

Before coming, Quan Xu had thoroughly investigated Wang An's information and was very familiar with his current situation. Wang An originally worked with Howard Aiken at Harvard Computer Laboratory to design Aiken's first all-electronic computer, the Mark IV. However, due to Harvard's reduction in computer investment, Wang An's research and development project was not approved, which prompted Wang An, who had gained some confidence, to leave Harvard and set up his own Wang An Laboratory.

However, although the pulse transmission control device that Wang An mainly participated in researching was quite impressive, it still had a long way to go before it could be monetized. Wang An was not from a wealthy family and did not have continuous funds to invest in research. The Wang An Laboratory, which was founded with a few hundred dollars, had to rely on the bleak computer consulting business to maintain its subsequent operations, and life was not easy.

Wang An asked: "How to support?"

"Susan, show the document to Mr. Wang."

Wang An opened the document Susan handed over and read it carefully. In less than two minutes, he raised his head and said angrily, "Mr. Quan, is this an investment agreement or a contract of sale?"

"Mr. Wang, you are too kind." Quan Xu said with a smile, "Excuse me, Mr. Wang, you only have a result that you are not sure whether it can be transformed into a product, but we at Black Pearl Capital are willing to bet heavily on you. If we lose, we will suffer heavy losses. Shouldn't we give ourselves more protection?"

There are several clauses in the investment agreement, and to sum it up, the meaning is one thing - in the next 20 years, Wang An's technology research and development and product development in the computer field must be initiated by Wang An Laboratory as the leading party.

This prevents Wang An from starting a new business outside Black Pearl Capital after achieving initial success and obtaining certain dividends. After all, Wang An can keep some valuable things in his mind and not take them out.

Wang An closed the file and said, "I'm sorry, I can't accept your company's conditions."

Quan Xu buttoned up his suit and said, "Mr. Wang, negotiations always go back and forth. If you don't accept our conditions, you can propose conditions that you think are reasonable. It's presumptuous of me to come here today, so I won't bother you any more. I will call you another day to make another appointment. Mr. Wang can also take some time to think about it."

After leaving Wang's house and getting back in the car, Susan said, "Brad, was the conversation just now too tough?"

"If we are not tough at the beginning, we will not be able to be tough in the future. Research and development requires a large investment, and this customer can't run away." Quan Xu fastened his seat belt and turned the key. "Let's go to Cambridge to meet the next customer."

The pulse transmission control device was not developed by Wang An alone, but by another important figure, Hu Daodong. Unlike Massachusetts next door, Harvard was not interested in promoting laboratory inventions, let alone actively registering patents. So Wang An took advantage of Hu Daodong's illness to apply for a patent on his own.

The Harvard Computer Laboratory became a background board, and Hu Daodong became an unsung hero who "did not ask for anything in return". It has to be said that Wang An was more of Edison than Bell.

Compared with Wang An, Hu Daodong was very easy to talk to. Quan Xu offered to fund Hu Daodong to set up Hu Daodong Laboratory to conduct computer research, but only to hold 65% of the shares. Hu Daodong readily agreed.

Busan, Seodaesin-dong.

At Lucky Chemical, Chairman Gu In-hui and the company's chemical expert Lee Byung-chul are discussing formula improvements for the company's main product, Lucky Cream.

Gu Renhui highly regarded Lee Byung-chul, not only because Lee Byung-chul had real talent in chemical engineering, but also because of the name "Lee Byung-chul". He had a classmate named Lee Byung-chul in middle school, who was better at studying and had a better life than him.

He had to drop out of high school after two years because his father-in-law, who supported his studies, passed away. In contrast, Lee Byung-chul went to Waseda University to study for a year. Fortunately, this grandson was in poor health, otherwise he would have really gotten a university diploma.

Now, this Lee Byung-chul is helping him with things, and that Lee Byung-chul is engaging in speculation and profiteering. He only knows how to ship some things back from abroad and buy them low and sell them high. Samsung Corporation is a small fry, and this kid is not worthy of being a partner in the conspiracy.

"Byung-chul, we are at war now. The people of the Republic of Korea are in poverty and cannot afford to pay attention to their appearance. Even if the formula of Lucky Cream is upgraded, sales will not be able to increase for a long time. We need to take a long-term view, consider the post-war national reconstruction market, and develop other products."

"President, it's hard to say when the war will end."

"Looking at the development of the war situation this year, the two sides have clearly reached a tacit understanding that the war will not escalate. Next, we must focus on reconstruction."

“What products does the president plan to develop?”

“Plastic products, starting with the simplest toothbrushes and combs.”

"President..."

Just as Lee Byung-chul was about to speak, the young chairman, Gu Ji-kyung, rushed in and said, "Dad, what's up?"

"Ziliang, what's the matter?"

Gu Ziliang bowed and said, "Dad, a guest is here to visit."

"Who?"

"Kong Lingxian, President of the East Asia Chamber of Commerce."

"Kong Lingxian?" Ju Renhui asked in surprise, "Why is she here?"

In the reception room more than ten meters away, Kong Lingxian was also thinking about why she was here.

A few days ago, she was busy with the establishment of East Asia Chemical, East Asia Textile and the acquisition of Hanhuo. Suddenly, someone sent her several letters. When she opened the first one, she found out that the big boss wanted her to do several things. The things she needed to do were in other envelopes. She was also told to open the letters one by one, otherwise she would be under a lot of pressure.

She followed the advice and opened the letter numbered one. The first vertical line in the text was the word "Top Secret", and the second vertical line read "Lucky Gold Plan" in English. She looked up the dictionary and translated it, which meant "Lucky Gold Plan". In order to keep it confidential, it was renamed "LG Plan".

The plan did not contain much specific content, but it just asked her to try every possible means to acquire shares in Lucky Chemical.

She couldn't understand why a company that produced cream would be so valued by the big boss, but even though she couldn't understand it, the big boss attached so much importance to it and attached negotiation suggestions in the letter, so she had to come and she had to succeed in acquiring shares.

At the same time, she was curious about what was in the other envelopes.

"Hey, Kim Tae Hee, the target appears."

In Seoul, on the roof of a building, Peng Jiacui woke up Jin Minjie who was resting with his eyes closed.

Jin Minjie sat up upon hearing the voice, picked up the camera beside him and pointed it straight ahead, "Direction."

"Three o'clock."

Jin Minjie pointed his camera over there, adjusted the focus to frame a Korean and an American officer in the lens, and pressed the shutter button several times, click, click.

"Kim Tae Hee, which one is this?"

"Han Ga In, the fourth one."

"Zheng Ju-yung is giving kickbacks to so many people. Do you think Hyundai Construction can still make money?"

"A farmer who only went to primary school, worked as a laborer at the docks when he was a teenager, and worked his way through hardship step by step. He finally had a car repair shop and a construction company. Do you think such a person is a fool?"

"Of course not." Peng Jiacui broke off a piece of chocolate and put it into his mouth. "Why do you think we should investigate him?"

"What's there to think about? Didn't Sao Hu directly tell you that in order to gain bargaining chips?"

"What are you talking about? Are you going to swallow up modern construction?"

Jin Minjie put away his camera and said, "Business is not a war. It doesn't have to be a life-and-death struggle. Let's go. If we don't leave now, those idiots from the KLO (Korea Liaison Office) will come."

Peng Jiacui twisted his neck and said lazily, "I haven't been active for a long time, my body is stiff, I really want to play with these Koreans."

"What the hell, I, a Korean, will play with you."

"You're missing a stick, it's not fun."

Ju Renhui arrived at the door of the reception room and saw the legendary President of the East Asia Chamber of Commerce, Kong Lingxian.

The East Asia Chamber of Commerce came out of nowhere last year and demonstrated its uniqueness from the very beginning. It can provide all the scarce materials on the market, including high-end ingredients, tobacco, high-end clothing, US dollars, food, and industrial materials. Whatever you want, just go to the East Asia Chamber of Commerce.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the East Asia Chamber of Commerce had a special relationship with the Americans, and that Kong Lingxian might even be the American's agent. He had no idea what this well-connected young lady wanted him to do.

After looking around at the door for a while, he stepped into the reception room and shouted exaggeratedly, "President Kong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I kept you waiting for so long."

Kong Lingxian stood up and nodded slightly, "President Gu, I'm sorry for visiting you without notifying you in advance."

"I dare not, I dare not. It is my honor that President Kong can visit Lexi. President Kong, please take a seat, please take a seat."

As soon as Kong Lingxian sat down, he took out his business card holder, pulled out a business card, and handed it to Gu Renhui with both hands, "President Gu, this time I am here to visit you in my dual capacity as the President of the East Asia Chamber of Commerce and the President of the Asia Pacific Region of Xinyi Group."

Gu Renhui took the business card and looked at it. He saw that the background color of the business card was black, and the white cursive English words "BlackPearl" were printed in the middle. Turning it over, the background color was the same as the base color, and the large black bold Chinese characters "Xinyi Group Asia Pacific Branch" were printed vertically in the middle, and a few smaller words "President Kong Lingxian" were printed vertically on the side.

There is a red Korean character "信义" printed horizontally in the upper left corner of the business card, and Gu Ren would quietly recite "信义".

Gu Renhui read the business card and put it on the table. "Chairman Kong, what business does Xinyi Group engage in?"

“Private equity investment.”

"I don't understand." After chewing it twice, Gu Renhui said, "President Kong, please enlighten me."

Kong Lingxian smiled and said, "Chairman Gu, to put it simply, the Xinyi Group raises funds from American chaebols and wealthy people, and then selects valuable companies for investment. For example, your Lucky Chemical, Chairman Gu, is the first investment target I identified after taking office."

“How to invest?”

"Xinyi Group invested in Lucky Chemicals and obtained a certain amount of shares. Xinyi Group will only supervise the finances and will not interfere in the business, unless Chairman Gu takes the initiative to ask Xinyi Group to intervene in the business management."

Gu Renhui shook his head and said, "President Kong, I can only decline your kindness. Lucky Chemical is not short of funds at the moment."

"Really?" Kong Lingxian took out a silver cigarette case, took out a cigarette, tapped it on the case a few times, lit it, exhaled a puff of white smoke, and said slowly: "I often go in and out of comfort stations, and I have witnessed the miserable conditions of many women. Only a very small number of them are willing, a small half are abducted by human traffickers, and another small half are abducted by the order of the Presidential Office of the Republic of Korea in the name of patriotism."

After a pause, giving Gu Renhui time to digest the situation, she continued, "Chairman Gu, if the United States had not sent troops, the current war would have ended long ago, and we would have stood in the People's Square in Pyongyang and shouted, "Long live the Democratic People's Republic of Korea!"
After shouting, we were greeted with a violent purge. Chairman Gu, you are a man, so if you are lucky, you will be beaten several times and then shot. Mrs. Gu and I will be more miserable, as we will be raped and gang-raped.

Fortunately, the if is just an if and it didn't become true.

However, the ongoing war will end one day, perhaps tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, and a ceasefire agreement will be signed.

What happens after signing?

North Korea can respectfully send its helpers out of the country, but can the Republic of Korea do the same?
If the United States withdraws its troops, will President Lee be able to sleep at night? Will the presidential palace still dare to be located in the Blue House in Seoul?
Even if North Korea did not attack, without the support of the United States, could the Republic of Korea's economy recover? Could it catch up with North Korea?
If the economy of the Republic of Korea lags far behind that of North Korea, what will the people of the Republic of Korea do?
They will leave their homes and go to North Korea and become defectors. Without the population, will the Republic of Korea still exist? "

Kong Lingxian tapped the coffee table. "No matter how the war develops, the Americans will not leave. President Lee dare not let the Americans leave. What status will the Americans who are begged to stay in the Republic of Korea have? Has President Gu ever thought about it?"

Kong Lingxian's words awakened Gu Renhui. He thought that the war would not last long, and he thought about post-war reconstruction, but he did not think about the future of the Republic of Korea from the perspective of state relations.

"Who will bear the military expenses of the Americans who are begged to stay in the Republic of Korea?" Kong Lingxian added, "The people? Or us?"

Ju Renhui looked at Kong Lingxian's face. How could a woman, a very young woman at that, have such a far-sighted vision? Was she gifted? Or was there a master behind her?

Kong Lingxian was not afraid of Gu Renhui's gaze. The light of her eyes shone on Gu Renhui's face, "President Gu, after the war, where should we go?"

"Why did President Kong teach me?"

"The Xinyi Group has access to fund raising, technology and raw material imports, and political resources in the United States. The strategic partnership between Lucky Chemical and the Xinyi Group is a powerful combination that will allow us to seize the Korean market one step ahead of others.

The East Asia Chamber of Commerce was originally affiliated with the Toyo East Asia Trading Company. A few months ago, the president ordered the East Asia Chamber of Commerce to become independent and become a company directly under the head office.

Chairman Gu, our headquarters has retail channels in Asia, Europe, and North America, and can help Lucky Chemical sell its products around the world."

"Does President Kong really mean what he said?"

"really."

"Luxi Chemical has another shareholder, Chairman Kong. How about we arrange another time for a meeting between the three of us?"

Gu Renhui's current success is inseparable from the support of his father-in-law. After his father-in-law passed away, his father-in-law's cousin Xu Wanzheng continued to support him. Not only did he invest a large sum of money, but he also let his talented son Xu Zhunjiu who returned from studying in Japan to assist him. Xu Wanzheng is another shareholder of Lucky Chemical.

"I'll wait for news from President Gu."

Taipei.

After a busy morning, near lunchtime, Xian Yaowen appeared at the gate of the Affiliated High School of the Normal College.

He was wearing a floral shirt that was modified from a Hawaiian shirt by a Chinese clothing manufacturer. There was Mount Everest on the chest and continuous plum blossoms on the back. The hem was not flat but arc-shaped.

The lower body is a pair of black tactical jeans that have been washed and distressed.

On his feet he wore a pair of low-top canvas shoes, a style that Paras was about to bring to market.

A pair of sunglasses hanging on the collar of his shirt with the top two buttons undone, a Coke in his hand, his butt sitting on the hood, his feet on the bumper. In one word, a fucking dick.

His outfit would be considered unusual in Europe and the United States today, not to mention Taiwan under high-pressure rule. Ever since he sat on the hood of the car, he has been 100% eye-catching.

The disciplinary director in military uniform had been staring at him for quite some time, but he was wary of the jeep under his butt. He couldn't figure out who he was from, so he didn't have the courage to come up and cause trouble.

There were many students standing in the classroom corridor and on the playground, looking at him, and gathering in twos and threes to whisper, most likely talking about him.

In the corridor on the second floor of a teaching building, Yang Jingyi, who had just walked out of the classroom, spotted him at a glance, glanced at him for a few seconds, then looked at the jeep, and ran towards him like a happy little bird.

Suddenly, the students surrounding the gate scattered, and a woman in a plain cheongsam walked out of the school.

Xian Yaowen took a glance and found that she looked familiar. She was the woman who took her children to buy books at Shanfeng Bookstore that day. It seemed that she was a teacher in this school.

The woman also saw him and frowned. The contrast of this man was too great. He was a modest gentleman that day, but today he became a gangster. The good impression she had of him collapsed.

Then she shook her head gently. He was just a stranger. Who was he and what did he have to do with me?
She quickened her pace and rushed home to bring food to her children. (End of this chapter)