343: Chapter 17 East Asia Alone in its Class, News Very Fair 343: Chapter 17 East Asia Alone in its Class, News Very Fair Wuyuan Bay is part of a newly developed section on Egret Island, where Sun Dongxin has a luxury house that a custor used to offset a debt.
There are many channels for dostic and international capital flow, but Sun Dongxin barely touches any that are even slightly shady—he started as a legitimate trader and is very cautious and rule-abiding in this respect.
The only exception is this house.
Hmm, the custor tearfully offset a debt of about one hundred million with a mansion valued close to two hundred million, and Sun Dongxin knew full well the magnitude of the problem.
However, as Sun Dongxin had made his way through the world, the other party’s asures were not illegal, and he wasn’t at a loss, so he could only acquiesce with tears in his eyes.
Thus, the custor successfully laundered the monitored assets out of the country legally, laughing till they cried.
As for Brother Sun, he begrudgingly accepted the mansion while being questioned by various departnts and several major companies.
In order to prove his innocence, Brother Sun didn’t touch that house in the future—I’ll just leave it there, untouched, so none of you can use this against .
Consequently, CEO Cheng beca the first occupant of this mansion in 2018.
The rcedes convoy only had four cars; CEO Sun had thought that Cheng Daqi would bring so attendants, but he only brought Lisa, so there was a bit of surplus.
The security at the villa had already received instructions from Zhong Ju’s n; even before the cars arrived, the guards were already at the entrance to receive them.
Zhong Ju was an old acquaintance of Cheng Daqi, and his actions were deeply influenced by Brother Sun, ticulous to the last detail.
From the motorcade picking up at the airport to the guards lining up, to the five-person service team in the villa that included chefs, Zhong Ju had arranged everything ticulously.
It was just that such a reception atmosphere gave Lisa a trendous shock.
“Chan, am I misunderstanding sothing about you, or are you the legendary Lizardman?
In Arica, you have one identity, and when you return to Hua Country, you switch to another?”
After everyone else had left, the blonde beauty, exhausted, took off her shoes and sat on the sofa to complain to Cheng Daqi.
CEO Cheng’s swagger today had given Lisa a particular feeling; back in Hua Country, he seed like Temir in Arica, much like a big shot.
“Dragon King returning ho, right?
Hahaha!” Cheng Daqi lay lazily in his chair, remotely directing Cao Yueyue’s activities.
“What does that an?” The blonde beauty didn’t understand the Hua Country and asked confusedly.
“It’s nothing; today’s cars, this house, everything was provided by the guy who interviewed with us at MAS last ti.
He’s my investor in Hua Country, invested fifteen million in Hua currency in , and respects quite a lot, so that’s why we were treated this way.”
“Okay, I also had a feeling today that Hua Country seems to be even more developed than Arica, or should I say, more modern.
Ludao is not inferior to Saint Rodu in various dinsions, whether it’s infrastructure construction or the citizens’ deanor here.
Everything is entirely different from what Arican dia propagates about Hua Country, Chan; this feeling is very subtle,” the blonde beauty discussed her impressions of Egret Island with Cheng Daqi.
“What I envy most is that the citizens here have a sense of relaxation; those elderly people freely moving about the streets without worrying about safety issues.”
“Heh, you haven’t seen Dongxin Building at twelve o’clock at night.
A sense of relaxation has nothing to do with the people of Hua Country; the internal competition inherent in East Asian civilization is unmatched globally.”
While chatting with Lisa, Cheng Daqi didn’t need to be too cautious and rcilessly critiqued the errors in the blonde beauty’s statents.
“The building at midnight?
What’s different?”
“Lit and bustling, everyone’s working overti!”
“Ah?”
“No need to be surprised.
It’s a Hua Country specialty; while Aricans are sleeping, Hua Country’s people are striving to catch up—that’s exactly why Arica can’t wait for Hua Country to drop dead.”
“Chan, where do you stand when you say that?” the blonde beauty perceptively sensed sothing amiss.
Staring at Cheng Daqi’s profile, Lisa was contemplating.
Chan, aren’t you a bit too flexible?
I can’t even see where you’re sitting…
“A businessman?
Who knows?
It’s not possible to strictly control every word that cos out of one’s mouth.
I suggest you go change into an evening gown now; we’re attending a banquet tonight.”
Cheng Daqi shrugged off Lisa’s attempts to probe and assigned her a new task.
“I’m starting to understand Mi’er’s thoughts more and more.
On so things, she was right.” Lisa didn’t want to move; she was exhausted.
“About what?” CEO Cheng asked.
“She said that everything in the dia is a lie.
If a news story exceeds five lines, it’s bound to be fake news,” the blonde beauty said, holding her forehead with a sigh.
CEO Cheng was amused by Temir’s insight.
Is this the world of old Arican shareholders?
It still has to be Temir, no one understands the news better than she does.
“That’s how it is for those who study journalism; they are employed by capitalists, impacted by performance reviews and workplace competition.
For the sake of sales and influence, they can only lie, exaggerate, and incite opposition.
This is the tragedy of the news industry’s vicious cycle of bad money driving out good caused by a harmful industry ecosystem inherent in the system, an original ‘flaw’ that cannot be fixed.
There may be individual conscientious dia outlets in the short term, but the tide of marketization and capitalization will quickly assimilate them—either assimilate or perish.”
“Is there no such thing as fair and impartial dia?
Like non-profit ones?” The blonde beauty hoped the world could be a bit better.
“Where does the money for a non-profit organization co from?” CEO Cheng’s standard response was prompt, and the prompt was soone as naive as Lisa.
Sister, you’re too naive.
“Isn’t there any fair dia?”
Even though Lisa already had an answer in her heart, she still wanted to ask.
“Of course there is, and a lot of it—people feel that the dia that tells them what they like to hear is fair, and they even believe in fairness.”
CEO Cheng’s humor was too hellish, and after listening, a vexing fire ignited in Lisa’s heart.
“Fak, I suspect you’re cursing ,” the blonde white girl said through gritted teeth.
“Honey, do I have to curse myself too?”
The blonde white girl was stunned; she didn’t expect CEO Cheng to answer like this.
Cheng, you believe in fairness?
No, that’s not right, thinking this way, doesn’t that prove that I also don’t really believe in fairness?
CEO Cheng’s comnt had Lisa’s CPU burning out.
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Outside the island, Xiang’an District, Dinghu Residence.
This is Brother Sun’s private club—not open to the public, only for Dongxin’s business hospitality, only for super VIPs.
It’s not shown on the map, unknown to the average person, legal, private, and high-end.
There are over a dozen permanent staff mbers here, serving only Sun Dongxin, and that’s actually not an exaggeration.
With Dongxin Group’s annual turnover in the tens of billions, it makes sense to have a venue of this caliber for hospitality.
Dinghu Residence lounge.
It wasn’t until she walked into this ostensibly ordinary club that Cao Yueyue confird she was about to hit the jackpot.
CEO Cheng kept saying he would return to the country next week, and she worried that he was just bluffing, anxious that her job could fall through any day.
Recently, CEO Cheng had really returned to the country, but had stopped at Harbor Island…
Moreover, CEO Cheng’s arrangents seed so bizarre to Cao Yueyue—CEO Cheng actually hired an internet troll army to sar his own na.
Everything looked very strange, and Cao Yueyue couldn’t help but worry.
But now, standing in the lounge of the club, Xiao Cao could finally set her heart at ease, CEO Cheng had returned to the country and was even taking her along to a dinner party.
It’s just, why does the decor here look so upscale?
CEO Cheng, I’m just an employee, do you really need to bring here to eat?
It’s really going to be a lot of pressure…
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“So, tonight is the ‘state dinner’ you were talking about?” The blonde white girl felt that the ordinary-looking little door in front of her had nothing to do with a state dinner.
“Strictly speaking, what we’re having tonight is not a state dinner, but the level is not far off; it’s very hard to find true top-class chefs.”
The Dinghu Residence used to be one of Cheng Daqi’s main workplace in a past life—he wasn’t the kind of underling that did the muscle work or heavy lifting for Brother Sun.
In the past, he had spent an intense half-year at Dinghu Residence as a companion client and participated in over a dozen of Sun Dongxin’s dinner parties.
After every significant eting with clients, Brother Sun would ticulously discuss the subtleties of the communication and the gains and losses of the strategizing with him.
It’s because of such careful ntoring that CEO Cheng had grown so quickly and, eventually, one day started attempting to lead his own team to start a business.
For CEO Cheng, no matter what kind of person Sun Dongxin was, in his eyes, he was always a big brother.
“CEO Cheng, Boss Sun has arrived, please co with .”
Guided by the staff, Lisa gradually saw the entirety of Dinghu Residence.
‘Dinghu’, standing amid water, symbolizes the core business of Dongxin Group—international trade.
In the middle of Dinghu Residence is indeed an artificial lake, with a stone tripod standing in it, and water continuously flowing into the cycle system under the tripod.
There’s also a hint of Feng Shui concept here, accepting wealth with water, with water flowing beneath the tripod just as wealth flows into Dongxin.
Passing through the clear corridor outside the side hall of Dinghu Residence, CEO Cheng and Lisa ca to a large sheltered corridor above the lake.
This corridor spans fifteen ters in length and around five ters in width, with a tea platform, qin (zither) platform, and antique racks placed neatly in both corners.
“Cheng, this place seems a bit beautiful, does this belong to a certain style of architecture?” Lisa whispered.
“This is Hua Country’s antique-style architecture.
It looks like a hall, but actually, it’s a stage, you see, the railings on both sides are movable,” Cheng Daqi explained, pointing to the edges of the covered corridor.
Evergrande’s dance troupe isn’t just Evergrande’s own!
After decades of struggle, Sun Dongxin indeed earned the right to enjoy it.
Although Dongxin’s dance troupe isn’t large, it’s at least sophisticated—Sun Dongxin prides himself on being a Confucian businessman.
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