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Chapter 100 Returning to China
On October 10st, the National Day, the first drop in temperature after autumn came suddenly.

Yesterday there were still people wearing thin shirts on the street, but today many people who are afraid of the cold are wearing padded jackets.

At the exit of the international airport, Meng Donglai was wearing a thin shirt, his neck shrinking a bit from the cold.

A physique at 13 points allows him to resist the cold and not easily catch a cold, but it cannot prevent him from feeling the cold. The cold is the function of the nervous system. If he really cannot feel the cold, it is a bad thing.

"Boss, is there no one to pick us up?"

Meng Donglai was followed by two white men with yellow hair, one in his 30s and the other in his 20s. Both of them had big bags and small bags and were carrying suitcases, but Meng Donglai was empty-handed, and his tickets and other documents were stuck in his buttocks. pocket.

"No." Meng Donglai shook his head and led the way.

"Boss, you are so rich, yet no one picks you up in your hometown."

Caucasians in their 20s are a bit naive and embarrassing when they speak directly.

"You should be glad that I am in urgent need of someone, so I hired you here."

These two people are young people from the law firm. On the one hand, they followed Meng Donglai back to China to connect with Meng Donglai abroad, and on the other hand, they also brought Meng Donglai's "foreign capital" back to China to invest.

Now it is 12 years ago. Although the country is not as urgent as it was in the early days of reform and opening up, the introduction of foreign investment is still part of the achievements of the government.

As a Chinese, Meng Donglai has made money abroad, so he naturally wants to return to China to invest.

Doing so can also help Meng Donglai's follow-up plan.

After getting into the taxi, the young man looked curiously at the ancient oriental country outside the window. In his previous conception, this country was very backward. Unexpectedly, since he got off the plane, this city gave him the feeling that it was not backward at all. Very advanced, "newer" than any American city.

Seeing that there are two white men in the group, the taxi driver can still communicate in simple English, which is amazing.

"Boss, shall we stay in a hotel?" asked the older Wilbur Peterson.

"Yes, now that the hotel is settled down, then contact Max as soon as possible to start the company here in the name of an offshore company." Meng Donglai arranged.

"clear."

According to Meng Donglai's plan, he will only hold a small part of the shares in domestic companies, and most of the shares will be cross-held by offshore companies, so that he can enjoy certain preferential policies for foreign investment.

"Boss, I still suggest that we take it one step at a time. It would be a waste of money to spread it out at the same time." Wilbur once again put forward his own suggestion, which he has given to Meng Donglai no less than three times since he started in the United States.

Meng Donglai plans to set up more than a dozen companies in China at the same time, including investment, finance, manufacturing, Internet and other industries. These companies will expand rapidly through mergers and acquisitions in the future, and eventually form a capital with a certain right to speak, which will serve as the foundation for Meng Donglai. The second and third tasks of the service.

Situo Company is a listed company, and to deal with it is not enough to expose some negative news, it must cooperate with capital operation at the same time of exposure of negative news, in order to achieve the goal.

"Do you know why I chose the two of you to come here?" Meng Donglai didn't answer the question directly, but asked back: "In the office, the abilities of the two of you are not top-notch, and I mainly value the two of you." execution."

Americans prefer "freedom", and this concept runs through every corner of their work and life.

Therefore, people with strong abilities will always add some "ideas" of their own when executing orders.

For ordinary bosses, this kind of person who has his own ideas may be a talent, but for Meng Donglai, "ideas" is not the most important thing for him, but strict implementation is particularly important.

"What should I say, what do you do, if I can execute my orders to a high degree, I won't be stingy with bonuses, understand?" Meng Donglai asked.

"Understood, boss."

The two were able to travel thousands of miles to work in a foreign country just for money, and naturally they would not be against money.

After putting the two of them outside the hotel gate, Meng Donglai continued to drive to the place where Ye Lanqiu was renting.

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw two journalist-like people squatting at the door of the corridor.

"I'll go, it's been more than half a month, and these people are still squatting here."

Meng Donglai walked over and kicked a reporter's ass.

"What are you doing!" The reporter was almost kicked to the ground.

"What are you doing? It's my turn to ask you this! What are you doing squatting here?" Meng Donglai asked with a fierce expression.

"It's none of your business." The kicked reporter yelled, and the other two reporters had already started to open the DSLR in their arms, ready to record and take pictures.

Pop, pop!

Meng Donglai stepped forward and slapped the kicked reporter twice violently. These two slaps looked strong and loud, and the person being slapped would feel pain, but they would not be injured or left behind. Obvious marks.

This kind of ingenuity can't be practiced in decades, and Meng Donglai couldn't do it if he didn't have the blessing of systematic skills.

After being slapped twice, the reporter was obviously discouraged.

Generally speaking, this kind of writer is more afraid of unreasonable gangsters, but Meng Donglai took action at the first disagreement, which is obviously not a good thing.

"Why did you hit someone, I called the police!" The reporter next to him came to help.

Snapped!Snapped!
Meng Donglai didn't talk nonsense and slapped him twice.

"Call the police! Call the police! You report it!" Meng Donglai said while fanning: "When the police come, I will tell him that you secretly filmed me and violated my privacy. I can call a dozen lawyers with one call. I don't know you How many can you name?"

"Wait!" The third man did not come to beat him, but pulled the two reporters who were beaten and left with a harsh word.

Meng Donglai stood in place and watched them leave before entering the corridor.

The house that Ye Lanqiu rented was on the second floor. Meng Donglai went up half a floor and saw many dirty words written on the walls of the corridor. They were colorful and very ugly.

Going up to the second floor, Ye Lanqiu's door was even worse, it was completely unrecognizable, and there was a faint stench.

He took out the key and was about to insert it into the keyhole, but found that the door had been pried open.

Pulled a bit, and even pulled it straight away.

"Grass!"

Even Meng Donglai, who was deep enough in the city, was a little angry when he saw this scene. Fortunately, Ye Lanqiu was taken away by him, otherwise if he stayed here, he might not know what would happen.

In the movie, Ye Lanqiu checked out directly and moved away, probably because he had anticipated these things and made a wise decision.

Otherwise, these "mobs" are really fucking idle, and they will make such a big fuss.

In our daily life, there are fewer people who fuck up, and we have never seen them so active.

It's just a bunch of bullying guys.

If an animal is used to describe this kind of person, the "goblin" in fantasy novels is the most appropriate. When there are too many, they are bold and dare to do anything.

(End of this chapter)