Dong Xuebin turned his head and looked at the old policeman, "What's wrong? What's wrong with the check?"
"Ahem, no." The old policeman wiped his sweat and walked back to hand the check to Li Xiaoan.
Li Xiaoan didn't believe it, but he didn't know much about Chinese checks, so he called the translator to have a look at it. Finally, the translator nodded to Li Xiaoan.
Dong Xuebin's move shocked many people, including Wang Bo and the staff of the China Merchants Bureau. Although one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand is not a small amount, most of them can come up with it, but
Check books are different. Banks now stipulate that individuals are not allowed to open check books. Generally, only companies worth tens of millions are eligible. Why is this guy so different from other cadres in everything?
At this time, a few sharp-eyed people noticed the Patek Philippe on Dong Xuebin's wrist, and their pupils shrank. When they first saw it, they thought it was a fake. After all, there are too many fakes these days, and you can't even see it from a distance.
Obviously, but now that Dong Xuebin even has a checkbook, everyone has no doubts anymore. This one- to two-million-dollar watch is 80% genuine. The owner who carries a checkbook with him will not buy a fake watch!
A small two million watch!
Even many investors were reluctant to buy it!
This girl is too rich? Is this a state cadre or an investor? Why does she seem to be richer than an investor?
After solving this problem, Dong Xuebin stood up and said, "Comrade police, is this over?"
"Ah, um, it's over, it's okay." The young policeman said hurriedly.
Dong Xuebin walked through the rest area under the watch of everyone and pressed the elevator to go upstairs. After a while, the elevator dinged and he stepped up.
First floor...
Third floor...
Fifth floor...
After returning to his room, Dong Xuebin went straight to the bathroom and took a shower. While washing, he was thinking about how to bring an investor back before tomorrow morning. He was the most concerned about face, so he put down harsh words with the Investment Promotion Bureau and the county.
I just came to Dafeng County, and I didn’t gain anything. How can I be embarrassed to go back?
How to do it?
Who should I talk to to find a solution?
While he was washing, he vaguely heard the phone ringing outside. It wasn't his cell phone, but the hotel's phone.
Dong Xuebin thought it was something like "Sir, do you want to serve?", so he ignored it and continued to take a bath. After washing, he dried his hair. Dong Xuebin walked into the room and heard the phone ringing again.
Looking back, he had no choice but to reach out and pick up the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Is that Dong Xuebin?" There was a familiar middle-aged voice on the other end, "I'm Park Yongxi."
Dong Xuebin was startled and said with a smile: "Master Pu, why did you get here?"
Park Yongxi said calmly: "I want to make an appointment with you to play a friendly match, but I just remembered that I don't have your phone number, so I can only call your room number."
Dong Xuebin still has a good impression of Park Yongxi. Although the two had a conflict in the swimming pool, Dong Xuebin also understood that Li Xiaoan was the son of his old friend, and he had to take care of him even if he was no longer a thing, not to mention that it seemed that Park Yongxi was still the son.
Yongxi took the initiative to pay the Wenjing man's medical expenses and forced Li Xiaoan to apologize. This also made Dong Xuebin see that Park Yongxi has the style of a Taekwondo master, with good demeanor and deep self-cultivation.
So because of this little bit of goodwill, even though Dong Xuebin had some opinions about these Koreans, he didn't show it in his tone, "Master Park, you said playing a friendly match, I'm afraid I really can't agree to it."
"Why?"
"It's not that I don't recognize your strength. I know your rules. If there is a challenge, you will usually respond. What does reputation and dignity have to do with it? But I said it this afternoon, winning or losing is meaningless to me. You also know that I am a system
The person here is not a warrior."
"Young man, it's just a friendly match."
"I'm sorry, Teacher Park, I'm really not interested."
Every time Dong Xuebin fights, he has a purpose. He has to stand on the moral high ground and fight only when he has to take action. Although he is also a competitive person, of course he will not fight in a meaningless manner.
If he knew how to fight, would he want to fight Taekwondo's Tai Shanbei in South Korea? What's the use to him? His mind was not here, but in the officialdom and the system, so he didn't agree.
But this matter is extremely important to Park Yongxi. One of his purposes in coming to the Republic this time is to meet the master who swept the Seoul gym. In a sense, this is even more important than his investment this time.
To be important, investment is only about Park Yongxi, but the reputation of Korean Taekwondo that was destroyed by Dong Xuebin is about everyone. Park Yongxi must regain a place, and he is not allowed to lose.
On the phone, the two talked back and forth for a long time, but Dong Xuebin refused to fight.
Park Yongxi smiled bitterly. He thought it would go smoothly. All masters have the dignity of masters, but this guy didn't have the dignity of a master at all. After sweeping the Seoul Taekwondo Hall, he turned around and left, meeting again and challenging each other.
The book didn't accept it either, so there was nothing I could say.
What do you call a master?
A person who has no warrior demeanor at all...but is still a master no less than him, which makes Pu Yongxi a little bit dumbfounded. Dong Xuebin can be said to be the most "unreliable" master Pu Yongxi has ever seen. No wonder Han Fang is so...
The black belt coaches who had played against him all said that this man did not look like a martial artist at first glance. Park Yongxi also had his eyes wandered in the afternoon, and only now did he understand what those coaches said.
In the end, Pu Yongxi had no choice. He still maintained his identity. He never thought of blocking Dong Xuebin's door and forcing him to challenge. That would be too petty. Finally, Pu Yongxi suddenly came up with an idea and said with a smile: "Let's do this."
Young man, I heard that you are a cadre of the Investment Promotion Bureau? If you agree to the competition and can beat me, how about the large sports complex project... I will invest in your county? "
What?
invest?
Dong Xuebin was thinking about how to attract investors to disgust Dafeng County, but he didn't expect to hear it so soon, "Teacher Pu, are you serious about this?"
Park Yongxi speaks Chinese very well, "A gentleman's words are hard to follow."
Dong Xuebin became excited when he mentioned this, "Please don't frame me. How much is the estimated total investment for your project?"
"We are still investigating. The specific situation...is probably between 60 million and 100 million."
Let me go! So big?
No wonder Richemont attaches so much importance to Park Yong-hee! It turns out that his project accounted for almost half of the total contract signing amount of this investment fair!
Hearing this, Dong Xuebin became energetic and said, "Okay! Beat! I'm going back to the county tomorrow morning. The friendly match is scheduled for the morning?"