Jiang Hua's goal is to write a proposal on real estate and completely destroy the gang of profiteers who specialize in harvesting ordinary people. At the very least, the people will not be able to invest their life savings in houses.
Real estate can be a big hand in driving the country's GDP, but this chain must not be allowed to be tainted with the hard-earned money of the people.
As soon as the proposal was started, family members came back one after another. Lan Jieying took her children to rehearse the drama, which was called letting the children receive the influence of art.
In this regard, Jiang Hua was also happy to see the results. Many of his elders, or those younger than him, later became engaged in industries related to film art.
Lan Jieying asked in surprise: "You didn't stay in Xiangjiang for long, and you came back so soon?"
Jiang Hua smoothly took the child Jiang Qiuyun, held it in his hands, and said with a smile: "I just go back to arrange the work for the next stage. It won't take long, and Mr. Huo and the others came back with me, but they went Magic City.”
Zhong Shanyue asked curiously: "What kind of work are you going to arrange in Xiangjiang this time?"
"International crude oil futures." Jiang Hua said smoothly: "Didn't Sa Damu take action? The international crude oil price must be rising all the way. If you don't take advantage of such a good opportunity to make a fortune, you will take money out of the pockets of the ugly country guy."
Zhong Shanyue didn't seem to have a good impression of Sa Damu, and said with disdain: "This person's command methods are too rough. One hundred thousand people bully twenty thousand people, and he bullies the few without even thinking about the consequences."
"What are the consequences?"
Zhong Shanyue shook his head: "He is stirring up trouble in the Middle East. How can the Ugly Country Guy let him go so easily? Just wait, the Ugly Country Guy aircraft carrier will definitely sail to the Persian Gulf and beat him up."
"Sure enough, heroes think alike, dad." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "I think so too. I think the ugly country guy will definitely send troops, and the beating he will make will be clear and loud."
"The Ugly Country Guy's methods are nothing to behold. They are nothing more than bombing planes and tanks rushing forward after the artillery bombardment. There is nothing new." Zhong Shanyue waved his hand: "They just bully small countries."
Things haven't happened yet, Jiang Hua can't leak the secret. I hope that by then, the combat method of the Chou Army will not scare Zhong Shanyue. Although it still has fire coverage, precision strikes and three-dimensional operations are really different.
The family enjoyed a sumptuous reunion dinner, and the children slept with their grandparents tonight. As for Jiang Hua and Lan Jieying, they naturally had to do something shy.
The next day, Jiang Hua came to the research institute and wrote the opinion letter on his desk. Zheng Tong quietly opened the door and stood behind him and looked at it for a long time.
"It turns out that there are so many twists and turns in foreign real estate."
Zheng Tong's sudden words startled Jiang Hua, and he said angrily: "Are you a cat? Why don't you make any movement when you walk?"
"It's because you are too involved." Zheng Tong picked up the manuscript he had written before and started reading it, criticizing as he read: "These capitalists have such a dark heart. This is not making money. This is simply robbing money."
"I have already said that kindness does not lead soldiers, and righteousness does not control wealth. If you want to make a lot of money, you must be evil and ruthless."
"You have a lot of money, are you evil and cruel?"
"How do you know I'm not ruthless?" Jiang Hua said with a smile: "Every time I make a financial investment, I am harvesting other people's hard-earned money. Many people may go bankrupt or even jump off the building because of me."
"That doesn't count." Zheng Tong said cheerfully: "If I do the right thing with you, then I belong to the unjust party, and it is natural for them to die."
"You are really helping me but not taking care of me."
"That's necessary. You are my boss. You have paid me so much salary. I must protect your reputation."
Jiang Hua nodded: "With your attitude, I can't give you a salary increase."
Zheng Tong waved his hand: "Whether the salary will be increased or not is another matter. Tell me, why do you talk about this thing?"
"Isn't Pudong currently being developed in Shanghai? One of the projects is the commercialization of land."
Zheng Tong thought for a while and asked, "Does that mean that land in Beijing will also be commercialized in the future?"
"Everywhere should be fine except places worth protecting."
Zheng Tong pinched his fingers and said, "According to what you mean, shouldn't I buy more houses?"
"Why did you suddenly think of such a question?"
Zheng Tong said honestly: "I don't have to think too much about my son. Who knows whether this kid will be successful or not when he grows up. In case he is not successful, he has a house on hand that can be used to collect rent. Make sure he lives a comfortable life."
"I said I remembered how you told me that the best legacy left to your descendants is knowledge."
"Yes, if you ask me now, I will say the same thing, but if you say one thing, you will do another."
"You really demonstrated the double standards to the fullest." Jiang Hua said with a smile, "But I can't say you are wrong. Everyone has the feeling of licking a baby."
"That's right! You can also buy more houses to prepare for your family Qiu Yun."
Jiang Hua shook his head: "Do you know how much the gifts my buddies gave to Qiu Yun piled up in our utility room are worth?"
"One hundred thousand? One million?"
"It's worth at least half a billion so far, and that doesn't include some things that can't be moved into our miscellaneous room."
Zheng Tong asked curiously: "What gifts can't be piled into your utility room?"
"There are prosperous shops and office floors in the bustling commercial area of Xiangjiang. There are also some safes in my room that contain shares of some fashion companies, such as Donkey Brand. Although they are not many, less than 1%, they are not worth it. It’s a little money.”
"Since your little one Jiang Qiuyun is still breastfeeding, her net worth exceeds mine."
"Are you envious or jealous?"
Zheng Tong gritted his teeth and said, "I'm both envious and jealous. When I was her age, I didn't even take a few sips of milk powder. What your family drinks is imported. This is time and destiny."
"Then you might as well envy your son for being more practical." Jiang Hua joked, "After all, the gap between you father and son is not that big."
"Go away, I've already given you a blow, and you still make fun of me like this. You must give me a salary increase."
"No problem, I've had this idea for a long time." Jiang Hua said with a smile: "Your salary will be increased by 10%, and the salaries of all scientific researchers in the institute will also be increased by 10%."
"Oh, co-authorship is not just mine. Do the scientific researchers take advantage of me? Or do I take advantage of these scientific researchers?"
(End of chapter)
