My Lord, you need to stand up!

Chapter 780 The power of capital

Capitalism truly is a world where the rich can do whatever they want.

Wei Dong has even started to like this place.

Although he didn't quite understand the arrogance of the rich, he had been making his wife like it for a long time.

Seeing her husband being dragged into the crowd, she immediately started yelling for security guards and the stadium manager, threatening to call the police...

They acted arrogantly, as if they were rich people and how could they be attacked by this bunch of lowly people.

In fact, the two Taoist priests rushed forward without hesitation, while the Taoist nun stood firmly in front of the lady.

Liu Xiaoyong and the others wanted to rush up after them, but the Taoist nun stopped them.

Those few malnourished scholar bean sprouts of yours, don't get involved and get in the way.

Even though the two Taoist priests were wearing jeans and plaid shirts, it didn't stop them from displaying their wild, unrestrained style.

Seriously, even with the same set of punches, it depends on who's performing them.

Zhang Sanfeng practiced Shaolin Long Fist his whole life, so he must have been invincible.

No matter what, the Qingcheng Sect basically escaped all the wars and turmoil in modern history.

Even if the front mountain is affected, there are still continuous mountain ranges leading to the plateau behind it, providing a buffer zone.

So it has never been interrupted.

This is fundamentally different from the Shaolin, Wudang, and other temples and monasteries that were repeatedly purged by various warlords and wars in the Central Plains and Central China.

And if you're not that famous, you won't attract as much attention.

Instead, it was passed down.

The seemingly slow and leisurely Tai Chi style, which appears somewhat unorthodox, is actually quite fluid and rounded when these two perform it, without a trace of any physical movement.

Like two human-sized wheels, following on either side of the rumbling Kemp, they quickly lunged forward, scooped up their hands and pushed their palms, scooped up the right peacock's tail, and performed cloud hands...

Just like a farmer harvesting wheat, they methodically used each other's strengths and feinted attacks.

It's a bit like the Five-Strike Lightning Whip, but much more realistic and reliable.

It didn't take much effort, yet they had already knocked the big, thick-waisted, black men to the ground.

There weren't any ruthless killing moves; they just fell down and crashed into each other.

The big guys were so dizzy they fell down.

Wei Dong felt as if he were riding on a mammoth, shouting "Hey hey hey!" as he watched Kemp grab the big man who had just mocked him for stealing by the neck and beat him up!
Then shout "Go! Go! Go! Go!" and "Fuck! Shit!" trash talk, it's really exciting!
Moreover, he at least had some basketball skills, so he kept an eye on his surroundings to avoid being stolen the ball or attacked. He thought to himself, "Wow, my senior's Tai Chi is really good."

So focus on the present.

When several large, fat men in police uniforms arrived, panting heavily, the irritable Camp had already beaten the big guy in front of him until his face was covered in bruises.

Wei Dong finally found an opportunity to jump down and stand in front of the juvenile offender: "Mine, mine, he was protecting me..."

Anyway, when Rain Man retired and wrote his memoirs, he repeatedly mentioned this scene.

Kemp, who had always been tall and strong, was being protected by someone much shorter than him—a feeling he had never experienced before.

In particular, he didn't even know who his father was, and he grew up with his mother and sister.

The young man, who is just over two meters tall, is quiet and introverted when he is alone, but he becomes very childlike when provoked, and he is the kind of person who explodes at the slightest provocation. He is extremely unstable!

At this moment, however, the mania quickly dissipated on the solid back that he was leaning back against.

Perhaps it was a conditioned reflex from facing the police again, but I subconsciously covered my head.

His wife, already surrounded by a large group of people, exclaimed with an air of authority: "We are Chrysler's largest partner in Asia, and VIPs of the Wanmad Hotel Group. How could we be harassed by these people!"

She still has emotional intelligence; she didn't specifically target Black people in front of her players.

But those who fell and stumbled all had dark skin.

Without the slightest hesitation, the police immediately determined right and wrong, drew their batons, and drove the thugs away, beating them mercilessly!

At this point, it's far from the Black Lives Matter tactic; it's simply blatant discrimination.

It was precisely because Wei Dong was blocked by the two Taoist priests that the police let the boy behind him go.

Without saying a word, Wei Dong patted Camp on the shoulder and said, "Let's go."

At that moment, he had an idea: to take this somewhat withdrawn guy to see a different world.

The group returned to the hotel, and the next morning, Liu Xiaoyong and others accompanied Fred to purchase various equipment for the basketball club, mainly various "advanced" sports monitoring devices, related professional books and manuals, etc.

Let Wei Dong and his wife take Camp to a meeting at a financial institution on Wall Street!
They didn't even bring a Taoist priest; it was just the three of them, and they even deliberately borrowed a senior business assistant from the hotel. It was clear they wanted to showcase this high-end arrangement to the Wanma Hotel Group.

They couldn't find a suit that Camp could wear at the hotel, but they managed to find him a decent high-end silver shirt, paired with jeans and sneakers, and his hair had been styled early in the morning.

The tall young man was quite handsome.

He was nothing like the old and bloated man Wei Dong had imagined. In fact, he looked a bit like the Black man in Black Lives Matter who was choked to death and died, extremely destitute.

Arriving at the financial institution together in the hotel's limousine immediately yielded unexpected and remarkable results.

Everyone found the unique combination of an Asian man and an extremely tall Black boy unforgettable.

Qin Yuye now knew exactly what Wei Dong was thinking. He kept a straight face in the elevator and instructed the boy: "Pete wants you to become a different kind of person, not just a good basketball star, but also someone with a great future!"

At least until now, no one in the NBA has yet become a player who has transitioned into a major shareholder.

Jordan had only just finished his rookie season, and Nike, which had made history by signing an endorsement contract with him, was still a relatively unknown brand.

That politically astute, smiling assassin, has not yet retired and has embarked on various paths of manipulation and intrigue.

So no one ever thought that these giants who dominate the NBA court might have any amazing future off the court.

The financial institution assistant and hotel assistant who greeted them silently remembered this sentence, and would definitely report it to their boss later.

Because the quiet Camp is so visually striking.

Stepping into the grand and imposing reception room on the top floor of the towering building, even the seasoned financial tycoons, accustomed to seeing all sorts of heroes, couldn't help but take a second look at Wei Dong.

Their previous attempt to suppress this Eastern boy's aura was completely overshadowed.

Using a scene from the Three Kingdoms period, just like Dian Wei walking behind Cao Cao, Qin, the wife, also brings out this kind of temperament.

Even though he didn't understand English, Wei Dong wasn't intimidated at all, given his extensive experience meeting all sorts of people in mainland China.

Even Steve wasn't overly reverent or obsequious. He followed his wife's translation and shook hands with the financial tycoons one by one. In the end, he even covered his mouth and chatted with Steve about his gains in Detroit, fully emphasizing his role as an OEM manufacturer.

From computers to cars, we try to outsource production to Asia as much as possible.

A computer costing over five thousand dollars and a car costing over ten thousand dollars are both high-value-added modern products, which he enjoys doing.

Steve's gaze was somewhat complicated. He certainly looked down on this asset-heavy model and reminded Rang Weidong: "The future belongs to the IT industry. If you have a software company, then make good use of your creativity and market sense. Doing those other things is a waste of energy."

Wei Dong said nonchalantly, "I'm full of energy. Damn, I only realized how incredibly energetic they are after dealing with these NBA players."

Steve shook his head helplessly: "Why are you getting involved in sports again?"

Let Weidong share resources: "Think about it, if you use a well-known sports star to advertise and boast about how many things your Apple computer can do, wouldn't it be easy to spread the product image?"

Steve's eyes lit up immediately: "That seems interesting? For example, who would you recommend?"

At that moment, Wei Dong surprisingly picked the person who would later become poison, AIDS: "Magic Johnson of the Los Angeles Lakers, he's like a magician, omnipotent on the court. You should find him to shoot an advertisement, with various dynamics corresponding to the various functions of a Mac computer, and you'll instantly convey his image."

Steve couldn't help but clap his hands in admiration. He preferred to create profound and artistic ads, which was not as good as Wei Dong's down-to-earth style, which was heavily influenced by the later short videos.

Following this line of thought, and combining it with his high standards, it's easy to imagine that Steve could easily gain traffic and boost sales.

Satisfied, Wei Dong said, "We've received orders for 5.72 million units. Apple's market value has also risen to $23 billion in the past two weeks, ranking seventeenth in the entire Citigroup stock market. Now we need to consider assisting Kungfu Software in its IPO."

Apple's market capitalization was around seven billion last month!

The total sales for the entire month of June reached a staggering $30 billion!
A company that can sell 30 billion yuan worth of goods in a month has a market value of only 20 billion yuan, which clearly indicates that there is still a lot of room for growth.

Everyone is exclaiming that the IT era has finally arrived.

The financial tycoons sitting around the high-end leather sofa were also observing this young man from the East. In 1980, Steve, then 4 years old, was propelled to stardom by them. Apple's IPO instantly created four billionaires and more than 40 millionaires.

Rang Weidong is now twenty-three years old...

Steve said he has this prospect: "The IT industry must develop software and hardware in tandem. Apple has the Macintosh computer and Macintosh system, but it still needs a lot of software to enrich its applications. Pete has shown his keen insight in this regard over the past two years."

The Kungfu software package will inevitably expand its popularity along with the explosive growth of Mac computers, and will increasingly occupy the absolute market share of word processing, spreadsheet calculation, and PPT report preparation.

The addition of a sound card will bring a series of playback software, game software, and multimedia software.

The various data presented in the PowerPoint presentation in the conference room impressed the financial tycoons, making them very willing to push the situation forward.

Steve was a top businessman who was very good at boasting, and he painted a rosy picture of the future.

No matter how eloquently he spoke, it was still the vision of the future by technological pioneers of the 1980s. Even as a parking lot security guard, Wei Dong deeply felt that the future IT world would quickly leap into the mobile internet era.

How should he express it?

(End of this chapter)