My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 749 Freedom is doing everything that the law doesn't prohibit.

Upon arriving at the factory, Cheng Lang's impact on the audience far exceeded that of the two university leaders.

As soon as Wei Dong's car arrived, Dong Xueqing and her children stood by the roadside, eagerly waiting.

A pretty young woman holding her son, and her daughter bouncing around energetically by the hand.

Tell Wei Dong to stop the car immediately.

Dong Xueqing was still a little embarrassed: "They're all making a fuss, they all want to see Daddy..."

Wei Dong picked up his daughter with one hand and put her on his arm, then embraced her with the other and kissed her deeply.

Fengchu almost abandoned his son!
The baby was only able to stay awake because Wei Dong's arm was holding his son between them. The baby, who was still half asleep, didn't make a fuss when he was woken up. He just looked at his parents and smiled innocently.

Xiaodie didn't care at all, and kept yelling "Damn it!" as she tried to pull them apart.

Everyone around was clapping and happy.

So even Cheng Lang was surprised, realizing that the two in Hong Kong were fake!
I wonder if his ability to read faces and interpret feng shui could have seen through Wei Dong's messy love life.

But he was still generous, so he took his daughter and led the university leaders and Taoist priests on a brief tour.

Everywhere you look, there are messages like, "Weidong is back, the kids missed you so much..."

"I just made some sausages. I remember you like these, so I'll bring them to you right away..."

"Want to play ball tonight? Two new guys just showed up, we need to teach them a lesson!"

Such friendly greetings.

It is absolutely not a relationship between capitalists and the exploiting class.

The place was bustling with people coming and going, all genuinely happy to greet each other.

University leaders are quite used to it: "After seeing how you lead the troops, we can confidently entrust our children to you for growth!"

The Taoist priests held it in high esteem.

The final framework of the six-story factory building has been completed, and the 300-meter-long continuous factory buildings rising up the street are awe-inspiring.

The inner side is another 200 meters long, and then the dormitory area, plus the buildings under construction, already has a bit of a high-rise feel to it.

The sheer size of the camp over the past few days clearly demonstrates that Wei Dong's forces are truly strong and well-equipped.

The famous mountains and rivers they had seen in their own land were nothing more than this.

However, Wei Dong was instructed to be less formal and avoid unnecessary pleasantries, and instead introduced the university leaders to the senior engineers at the computer research institute, allowing them to exchange ideas and learn from each other.

Then he took Cheng Lang and the others to the food street: "Here, everyone has to earn their own living to have food. So if you want to join my team, you have to have your own value. You are not allowed to promote feudal superstitions. There is an apartment upstairs for you to live in."

The old feng shui master had his own temples and ancestral halls in Tsim Sha Tsui and Causeway Bay; he was quite wealthy.

Wei Dong didn't treat him like a worshipper, and he didn't care who talked to him about feng shui and the future.

He happily took his daughter to kindergarten to ask her how she had behaved.

Fengchu stood there holding her son, still feeling a little dizzy.

She's already had a baby, but she's never been in a serious relationship, let alone kissed someone so openly in front of so many people.

It wasn't until he was startled by the smiling young female Taoist priest next to him that he hurriedly called out, "Come on, come on, let's give you a meal card first, you can use this to eat in the cafeteria."

As expected, Lu Yuanyuan was enthusiastic about fortune telling, drawing talismans, and performing rituals. After confirming that she could set up a stall in the food street, she happily set up her stall immediately.

All you need to do is spread out a Bagua cloth.

Cheng Lang seemed to recall the time when he first arrived in Hong Kong and set up a street performance in Temple Street. He smiled and instructed his apprentices and grandchildren to recreate the scene of a grandfather and grandchildren performing.

As for those few strong and robust Taoist priests, let them sell elixirs and teach Tai Chi.

Religious figures have passed down their skills for thousands of years, and many of them possess various survival techniques.

It wasn't until Wei Dong and his wife took their child home that the various people in the factory curiously surrounded the group of Taoist priests.

As Hong Tiancheng hurriedly passed by, Yuan Yuanzi adorably stopped him, commenting that his full forehead meant he was destined for wealth and honor. Everyone around cheered, urging Boss Hong to have his fortune told, since this was the fortune teller Dong Ge had brought back.

Wei Dong only made a brief appearance around 7 or 8 o'clock to play basketball for a while, and he was too busy playing one-on-one with Feng Chu at home.

Of course, the main reason was that I hadn't gotten my little darling to sleep yet.

The next morning, Wei Dong got up with weak legs and arms and saw that there were already at least several hundred people in the open space in the center of the factory area, lined up neatly and following the spirited Taoist priest to practice Tai Chi.

Cheng Lang immediately recognized that his lord had been losing his vital essence here.

He sent a grand-disciple over to gently persuade you, "Why don't you try this cultivation formula with me... You've practiced these two things before? That means you have some foundation. Very good, very good. Let's start practicing from the beginning."

Thus, Shen Cuiyue's bedroom arts, which she had been using to lure Wei Dong into becoming her radish, were easily and systematically taught to her by the Taoist priest.

The tricks circulating in the martial arts world are all fragmented and incomplete, which cannot compare to the famous sects that have lasted for nearly two thousand years.
So there's a reason why Shen Laosan always had some disdain for the old feng shui master. Over the past thousand years, even emperors have been tempted to practice this skill, so naturally, various routines have long been established. Beginner skills are certainly easy to learn and have endless uses.

Initial results can be seen in just a few days.

If Wei Dong weren't constantly busy with various tasks, he would really seem like an emperor surrounded by Taoist priests and hidden away in the deep palace.

Of course, the main reason was that he was too wary: "We've already eaten the meat buns, so we definitely have to be careful of them plotting against us, whether they're dogs or not. This net... novels often describe these Taoists hunting down emperors, we can't fall for their tricks here."

Dong Xueqing blushed as she spoke: "I really didn't expect there to be so many variations. I was so embarrassed when Sister Yan taught me..."

She glanced at Lhamo Drolma, who was holding her son behind her, and managed to keep quiet.

Wei Dong then instructed: "This is just called flattery and agreeing. Don't let them get involved in anything else, especially the factory or company's money. These江湖 (jianghu) sects are best at this kind of thing."

Dong Xueqing is now secretly making funny faces too; what about that big Jianghu Third Sister?

However, she was indeed meticulous: "No, the finance staff are now rotating between Pingjing, Shanghai, and Guangdong. Our accounts are actually open to everyone. We try to keep the accounts balanced. After paying taxes according to regulations, we invest and consume as much as possible so there is not much surplus. But the factory is about to be completed, and the North District Commercial Center is also completed. The major expenses at home will be gone."

In order not to become a thorn in the side of those who have made a lot of money, they spend money relentlessly on investments, converting them into less conspicuous fixed assets.

The scale of that sixth-level factory is actually larger than the previous five levels combined.

But it will eventually be completed. In comparison, the investment in things like building a cableway on Mount Qingcheng is just a drop in the ocean, amounting to only a few million.

Wei Dong scratched his head: "Let me think about it again. The simplest thing is to build buildings in the Economic Development Zone and construct various blocks around the Xishan Building. We can also build a new city in Shangzhou to cope with the possible changes caused by the Three Gorges Dam. But if we build buildings and don't sell them, it will make us richer. If we build buildings and sell them, then we will really become a more profitable real estate company!"

Dong Xueqing quickly reached out and touched her head: "Okay, okay, don't worry, we'll repair the building, lose some money, and sell it to everyone. Then we'll still keep some parking spaces and commercial floors."

They would only discuss this in private. Li Bancheng, on the other hand, was already making strides into overseas markets with the help of various professional consultants and foreign executives.

This is still spoken in the tone of a rural couple.

Indeed, this situation objectively exists in mainland China; we can't really just stick our necks out and cut them off.

In any case, most people who start making money at this point can no longer see the danger.

This made things crystal clear to Wei Dong.

They discussed leaving the mother and daughter in the elevator lobby of the white building's garage, and then Wei Dong turned around and drove to the North District.

The guard vehicle was accompanied by two Taoist priests and two construction soldiers who actually followed behind as guards.

The two interconnected yet independent commercial center buildings have been topped out and are now undergoing frantic interior and exterior decoration work.

As usual, the facade will be made of white stone, with black and white stone combined with glass, and the ground will be paved with various types of tiles.

Xie Chengbin, one of the three members of Liu Xiaoyong's study abroad team, was responsible for keeping a close eye on the overall results here.

Incidentally, he was also the Chinese supervisor of the budget hotel renovation plan in the Southwest region. Upon meeting, he saluted and handed over a thick stack of drawings for review: "Xiaoyong thinks it's too expensive to hire foreign designers for all the hotel plans. We can also make similar drawings. We have repeatedly studied their drawings in Shanghai. They are very reluctant to pay for them in Guangdong."

Having seen so many franchised and exclusive stores on the streets twenty or thirty years later, and having studied various contracts of hotel groups, Wei Dong still understands the logic behind their franchise system:

"They're just in it for the money, selling procedures and routines. They're teaching you tuition now. Is it important if you can follow the blueprints? What's important is that no matter what kind of site they're facing, whether it's a high-rise or a bungalow, they can adapt it to the general style and create a standard solution. What you need to learn is this ability. If you learn it well, apply it to the Hongguang Hotel. Don't be stingy with the money that the joint venture hotel is supposed to pay. It's not like they're giving foreign exchange. The money is circulating and investing in the mainland, so everyone benefits."

The hotel tycoon agreed that all profits would remain in mainland China to invest in the construction of several expensive luxury hotels in Shanghai, Gaoyuan, and Beijing. In addition, he could also help Cherokee pay for transit fees, which greatly relieved its immediate crisis.

Wei Dong felt that business should be mutually beneficial and that one should not resort to drastic measures. He believed that such a large market could accommodate the coexistence of joint venture budget hotels and Hongguang Hostel.

Xie Chengbin quickly wrote it down and said yes.

Wei Dong then instructed, "I'm going to North America next month. Which of you three wants to go back for further studies, or do you all want to review your studies? Let's select a few more people to go with you and get the paperwork done as soon as possible."

Xie Chengbin quickly wrote it down and said yes.

Although the three of them seem to have studied at Citibank, their foundation is still lacking. They are diligent but lack inspiration and innovation.

If Wei Dong doesn't understand, but has indeed seen a lot, then he should try his best to encourage everyone within his organization to learn from others.

Xie Chengbin put away the hotel blueprints and then opened the commercial center: "We designed and constructed the supermarket underground according to the North American model. The managers and general managers said they are preparing the goods according to your requirements, so there's nothing for us to do here. The focus is on the ground..."

In fact, the supermarket also drew a lot of perspective drawings, showing Weidong the various shelves at the construction site. At this time, not to mention multi-purpose shelves and metal steel frames, all kinds of steel materials were in short supply, so the shelves were all made of wood or even bamboo.

It can be considered as adapting to local conditions and using local materials.

The real challenge lies in the "free shops" above ground.

"The shop partitions have been planned, and we've had quite a few inquiries, but everyone is asking what exactly the leasing team wants people to sell here?"

Just then, Wei Dong turned around and saw Yuan Yuanzi, dressed in a Taoist robe, sneaking off the guard. When caught by the gaze, he immediately put on a big smile.

He was immediately at a loss for words: "Sell her! Tell her to set up a fortune-telling stall, and start demonstrating right now!"

Freedom means that as long as it's not illegal, you can buy and sell anything.

(End of this chapter)