Chapter five hundred and seventieth spend money to make peace
At this moment, the intercom phone on the desk rang, and Ren Xiaoyao reached out and pressed the hands-free button on the phone.
"Boss, there are several reporters from American Time Magazine outside who want to conduct an exclusive interview with you." Secretary Wang's voice was still sweet, but the meaning of this voice now made Ren Xiaoyao very angry.
Ren Xiaoyao, who had been extremely annoyed by these media these past two days, heard that there was another young magazine reporter outside requesting an exclusive interview with him. He raised his hand and slammed it on his desk with a "bang" sound.
Then he yelled into the phone: "I don't care if they are reporters from some bullshit magazine, tell them these annoying flies to get out of here right away, or I'll ask the company security to throw them all out!"
Wen Yuedong looked at the Chinese super-rich man yelling into the phone in surprise, and said in surprise: "But boss, they are reporters from the American Time Magazine!"
Wen Yuedong is very aware of the huge influence that Time Magazine has in the United States and even the world. If Ren Xiaoyao can accept an exclusive interview and become the cover character of Time Magazine, it will greatly promote the future development of the company.
"What, Time Magazine?" Ren Xiaoyao looked at Wen Yuedong's surprised eyes across from him and realized what a stupid thing he had just done, but since he had already told the other person to get out.
Ren Xiaoyao couldn't afford to lose face, so he called these reporters from Time Magazine back to conduct exclusive interviews for him.
I had no choice but to fight to the end, muttering in a low voice: "So what about Time Magazine? I just told them to get lost!"
After sending Wen Yuedong away, Ren Xiaoyao walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window in the office and looked at the TV stations parked next to Binsheng Square like more than a dozen ants. The newspaper interview car felt a wave of irritation in his heart.
If you let these news media continue to make nonsense like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to live a normal life again.
And it might bring unnecessary trouble to the lives of Qiao Yun, who is about to give birth, Dongfang Bi, Zhou Ruo, Qin Yan, Qiao Yun and others who have been working hard for themselves.
After all, in China, a country where traditional concepts still prevail, the terms unwed mother and mistress have not yet been fully accepted by people.
After standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window in a daze for a while, Ren Xiaoyao finally took out his phone and dialed Ji Yunsheng's number in Beijing. It would be safer to let him, a truly powerful person with great hands and eyes, handle this kind of matter.
Ji Yunsheng's smiling voice came from the phone: "Young man is really messing around now. TV and newspapers are full of reports about you these days. This kind of encounter is rare in China. Now I finally think of my old man.
Yes. I was just wondering why you haven't called me to complain to me!"
Ren Xiaoyao said angrily: "I'm annoyed now, Uncle Ji, please don't hurt me again!"
"Uncle Ji, you should quickly find a way to help me get rid of those reporters who are as annoying as flies. My normal life and work have been disrupted by them." Ren Xiaoyao continued.
"No way!" Ji Yunsheng responded directly to Ren Xiaoyao in three words.
Ren Xiaoyao sighed and said: "Academician Ji forgot to tell you one thing. I have a problem. Whenever I am in a bad mood or affected by external forces, I cannot concentrate. That kind of spiritual thought
The stream of consciousness cannot be released. You know that this stream of consciousness relies on strong mental power. I can’t even rest now..."
"Wait a minute, Xiao Ren, what do you mean by this? Threatening me?" Ji Yunsheng interrupted Ren Xiaoyao's words and said.
"It's not a threat. After all, we are also party members. Am I not telling the organization about my confusion?" Ren Xiaoyao said casually.
"What you said is true, but this matter is indeed difficult to handle! Alas!" Ji Yunsheng also sighed.
Ren Xiaoyao knew that if he didn't give the other party a taste of the sweetness, Ji Yunsheng, an old vampire, would definitely not do his best to help him.
So he threw a big carrot and said: "Only Uncle Ji can quickly deal with the media that are as annoying as flies. After Long Yunbi Fund finishes the June light crude oil futures contract, I will consider donating three or five dollars."
billion to support national construction."
"Three hundred million or five hundred million, US dollars or RMB?" Ji Yunsheng stopped talking when he heard this, and directly started bargaining with Ren Xiaoyao.
"Fifty million, and it's still green US dollars. Now, Uncle Ji, you should be satisfied!" Ren Xiaoyao said solemnly.
"Okay, deal, everything will return to normal in two days, but if you are asked to go on a mission again, it would be unreasonable for you to push back and forth!" Ji Yunsheng said with a smile on the phone.
Now Ren Xiaoyao is really a little doubtful. Ji Yunsheng, an old vampire, must have sold side dishes before getting into the software industry. Otherwise, why would he be so fond of "small gains" and have to bargain for everything before finally giving up?
Two days later, when Ren Xiaoyao once again stood in front of the large floor-to-ceiling window of his office, looking at the interview cars of the TV stations (newspaper offices) that had disappeared downstairs, four big words popped up in his mind: It's great to be rich!
Sitting back in his seat, Ren Xiaoyao took out the laptop he got from Ji Yunsheng, opened it, controlled the energy in his body to get into the network, and went around to three fund investment companies: Goldman Sachs, Morgan, and Quantum.
After browsing the databases of the three fund companies, Ren Xiaoyao regained his energy and couldn't help but reveal a knowing smile on his face, and said to himself: "It seems that my super money printing machine is going to start working again!"
Thinking of the glorious history of the last time he had collected nearly 10 billion US dollars from the New York Futures Exchange in just five days, Ren Xiaoyao began to dream about his bright future with money.
Ren Xiaoyao woke up from his fantasy, and he suddenly had an idea. Although he was very successful today, who knows what will happen in the future!
Aren’t there many people in business and politics who are brilliant first and then miserable? Will you be like this in the future?
Ren Xiaoyao stood up and stood in front of the window and sighed for a while, then sat back at the desk again, looking at the laptop in front of him and falling into deep thought.
At the same time, an unpleasant feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, but as soon as he wanted to carefully feel what was wrong, the feeling disappeared again. This situation actually happened several times.
Is there something wrong with this money-making plan? Ren Xiaoyao fell into thinking.
At this time, in New York, the United States, on the other side of the Pacific, a shocking conspiracy targeting the Chinese-funded enterprise Long Yunbi Fund was gradually taking shape, just waiting for Ren Xiaoyao, who was still unaware of it, to jump into the trap they carefully laid.