During the ten years from 1988 to 1998, the domestic economy faced various difficulties, with constant ups and downs and constant crises.
It was during this period that the West's arguments about China's economic collapse came one after another.
If you simply look at the propaganda in the Western media, it seems that China's economy will collapse tomorrow and the government will change.
People like Yun Jue who live abroad are deeply aware of the pressure brought by this argument.
Not everyone will have the concept of "you will be superior to others when you are abroad". Generally speaking, Yun Jue is still very concerned about the situation in China. How can I put it, her roots are in China.
Because of this, bastards like Fang Zhe are uniquely attractive. Starting from a small clothing company, in just four or five years, it became a customer that even Goldman Sachs valued. This is no longer a genius, this is
Damn monster.
Yun Jue knew very well what Fang Zhe was doing in China. In total, his father had Fang Zhe stabbed twice. Looking at the problem from the perspective of a father, there is nothing wrong with this. Who made you suffer?
My daughter. If you look at the problem from a daughter's perspective, it won't work. Even if you are shedding wool, you can't stare at a sheep, right?
In this sense, Yun Jue felt somewhat guilty towards Fang Zhe. This also caused Yun Jue to not be tough enough in front of Fang Zhe.
Don't say anything like "using you gives you an opportunity". Fang Zhe really "doesn't need" such an opportunity. Although in the long run, Fang Zhe will gain huge benefits, but now Yunyong is looking for Fang Zhe
If Fang Zhe is causing trouble in the United States, Yun Jue suspects that he is leaving a way out. After all, in these days, everyone thinks that immigration is very unfair.
Yun Jue also suspected that Fang Zhe was not willing to go abroad at first. He was just talking about it. Fang Zhe, who was at home, wanted to go abroad. Under the background of the deterioration of Sino-Milan relations at that time, he could not get a visa to go abroad. Now Fang Zhe
Under the premise that the Immigration Bureau takes the initiative to come to the door, the immigrants who are easily available have no intention of being tempted, and they are even unwilling to apply for a green card.
Having witnessed Fang Zhe’s unstoppable rise from home to abroad, Yun Jue is undoubtedly convinced of Fang Zhe’s judgment.
In the next few days, Fang Zhe was free, but Yun Jue began to be busy day and night, busy with work during the day and busy with communication at night. Before going out every day, he had to make sure that Fang was fucked by a scumbag, and then he could start working with satisfaction.
When she got up early this morning, Yun Jue tidied up very energetically. She looked in the mirror and felt very satisfied. Then she turned to Fang Zhe, who was smoking on the bedside and said, "How about it? It won't be a shame to go out like this, right?"
"Be confident, you are the most beautiful lady in my mind." Fang Zhe is used to this kind of bottomless flattery. Of course, all this must be based on the premise that the strength work at night is done well, otherwise...
Marilyn was very efficient in doing things. She said she would take three days, and she would show up with an assistant and a stack of documents.
Unexpectedly, Wu Mingzhu also came. It seemed that the date was calculated correctly, and it seemed like a coincidence that the two met at the door.
"Mr. Fang, take a look at these three materials. Among all the companies we have investigated that are in poor condition, this is the company most likely to be sold. According to your requirements, it is best to have distribution rights, and film libraries are not considered.
Inside."
Wu Mingzhu smiled and asked: "Fang Zhe, why don't you consider the film library?"
"Because you can't buy what you need, why buy what you don't need?" While coping, he continued to read the information. All three companies were for sale, and one of them had the right to issue, and the price was relatively high, 10 million US dollars.
Fang Zhe took out two pieces of information and handed them to Marilyn: "Let's talk about it, this one takes priority."
Marilyn took one look and smiled and said: "The price quoted by this company is a bit exaggerated, but with the distribution rights, you can really bid."
Fang Zhe nodded: "You can go ahead and negotiate. Nine million is the bottom line. For every one million below, you can get two hundred thousand."
In an instant, Marilyn felt as if she had received two tubes of chicken blood. After exchanging glances with the assistant beside her, she stood up decisively: "Mr. Fang, give me three days and I guarantee that you will be satisfied."
Fang Zhe stood up and stretched out his hand: "I hope to see the news about you getting rich." The two shook hands and said goodbye. Marilyn couldn't maintain the pace she had specially practiced. She became striding, walking three steps at a time and two steps at a time, and her chest was filled with tears.
The relationship between pace and cadence has become unstable.
Marilyn didn't mention anything about confirming the agreement, and she wasn't worried about Fang Zhe defaulting on the bill. How should I put it? It wasn't necessary.
"Basically I don't need to spend too much energy on Yiren's sales now. I have already cultivated a team. What do you think, give me a chance, and the film and television company will count me in." Wu Mingzhu has little other skills, but the ability to hug others.
It's first class.
From the Japanese yen exchange rate to the bullish Nasdaq index, Fang Zhe has shown an unparalleled financial sense. This is Wu Mingzhu's point of view, as long as this guy enters the industry, he can get involved.
Fang Zhe had nothing to hesitate about this request, and nodded: "I count you among them. The main reason is that I can't stay in the United States for a long time. I feel more at ease with you keeping an eye on things here."
"I have a day off today. Do you want me to go out with you for the day? Anyway, you don't have much to do recently." Fang Zhe was a little surprised when Wu Mingzhu made such a suggestion. What can I say, if he was more shameless, he would have told her a long time ago
It's an in-and-out relationship. Now it's just a partnership, partly because of Wu Mingzhu's own reserve.
"Is your company doing well now?" Fang Zhe did not agree immediately, mainly because his waist was a little sore.
Faced with this rhetorical question, Wu Mingzhu was not embarrassed and said very directly: "There is a reason why I am cautious. I am not the legal heir yet. This company is the foundation of my life. I can earn less.
You can’t lose money.”
"If you are sure about immigrating, I won't say anything." Fang Zhe stood up, picked up his wallet, and started to walk towards the door.
"What do you mean?" Wu Mingzhu expressed confusion, and Fang Zhe said calmly: "There are not many opportunities here in the United States, but there are opportunities everywhere in the country. If you immigrate, I think it is a pity, and basically I can't give you any advice.
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"When I was in China, I heard other people talking about the United States and thought that there was gold everywhere. Only when I arrived in the United States did I realize that it is extremely difficult to get into a good university. If it weren't for my aunt, I wouldn't have been able to get into a better university.
I can only get a diploma from Pheasant University and go back." Wu Mingzhu said this, which was equivalent to recognizing some of Fang Zhe's original views.
"There is a relatively fair college entrance examination in China, but this upward path is not very fair in itself because of the uneven distribution of educational resources. Even so, there will still be people in the future who propose independent admissions for colleges and universities. A country will never be peaceful.
Yes, this kind of thing will happen sooner or later. The situation in the United States is more serious than that in China, and the solidification of classes has almost closed the upward path, except for extremely talented people."
The two of them went out together. When Wu Mingzhu's bodyguard drove and sat side by side in the back seat, Wu Mingzhu leaned on Fang Zhe's shoulder, lowered her head and sighed: "I regret it. My hesitation at the beginning led me to be at a loss now. I feel that I am getting closer and closer to you."
Far."
"You are a very independent person, and I think your choice is right. I am not a good person, and there will be no results if you are with me. In fact, although I feel guilty about Yun Jue, I still haven't gotten married.
Plan." Fang Zhe is a person who speaks clearly and never makes any promises.
"It's really sad to say that when I was in college in Songjiang, I didn't dare to fall in love for fear that my career would be delayed. After I came to the United States, the relationship between men and women here was too casual, and men's so-called pursuits were actually not hidden.
Later, some men who looked down on me before and planned to catch up with me and get rid of them started to pretend that they wanted to pursue me seriously. In fact, I knew very well in my heart that they were here for my money and were too utilitarian.
"Wu Mingzhu showed a tired expression and rested her head on her shoulders.
"Everyone has a utilitarian heart." Fang Zhe answered silently in his heart, but said with a smile: "Girls must protect themselves when they go out." These words spoke to Yun Jue's heart,
She has had her shadow.
It would be great if Fang Zhe didn't have a woman, but it's a pity that this is just a fantasy, this bastard is simply a pervert.
I had seen all the places I could see near Los Angeles, so Yun Jue took Fang Zhe to the shooting range. As long as you have money here, you can make a living, and there are all men who don’t like guns. If it were in the past, Fang Zhe would be very good at shooting.
Excited. Yunhao took Fang Zhe to play in the army's shooting range, shooting domestic submachine guns and machine guns.
Fang Zhe didn't say anything, pretending that he had never hit a wall before, and accompanied Wu Mingzhu to choose an m9.
There was a coach nearby who taught Fang Zhe some common sense, such as never pointing the gun at someone, and then taught him some shooting essentials.
This was not the first time for Wu Mingzhu, so she stood aside and watched Fang Zhe operate with a smile.
Fang Zhe, holding the gun in both hands, slightly opened his legs, aimed at the target, and pulled the trigger. In order to make Wu Mingzhu happy, the first shot was naturally going to miss the target. After ten rounds of bullets were fired, the target was reported, and five rounds were on target.
, the best result is five rings.
The coach next to him also praised Fang Zhe for hitting the fifty-meter target and hitting the target with five shots, which was very good for a beginner. Fang Zhe pretended to be annoyed, looked at Wu Mingzhu and asked: "Did you do that on purpose?"
Right? Let me hit the fifty-meter target."
Wu Mingzhu laughed happily: "I just want to see how you miss the target."
The coach next to me was pretending to be stupid. This was a sign of being paid, otherwise he would have hit the ten-meter target first.
Wu Mingzhu asked the coach to adjust the target to ten meters, and Fang Zhe hit all the targets when he hit again. The coach praised Fang Zhe, saying that if a beginner can hit all the ten-meter targets, it is considered a very good result.
When Wu Mingzhu was doing target practice, the worst ten-meter target had eight rings. After putting down the gun, Wu Mingzhu smiled brightly: "Finally, there is something that can surpass you." What seemed like a childish idea was actually all wrong.
Full of resentment.
The arrogant Wu Mingzhu felt that meeting Fang Zhe in this life was like meeting her nemesis.