Chen Feng only followed Paul to the scene and watched it briefly, and he had a feeling in his heart.
trench!
Capitalism is so corrupt.
He wanted to try it too.
After Chen Feng planned to buy it, he would be able to run laps in his yard every time he came here, and even quietly complete some high-intensity training that ordinary people could not imagine in his own gym.
In fact, with his current strength, he could build a larger and more magnificent manor as a residence in China, but once he did this, he really couldn't find a reason in his heart to continue to stay with Zhong Lei.
Perhaps Zhong Lei also had the same concerns. She was clearly not short of money, so she only bought a medium-sized flat house of four in Hanzhou, and it was an uncapped off-plan house. She said she planned to wait two years to hand over the house. Her parents
I have a place to stay when I come here.
In short, the current situation is very strange. One person, Shen Hao, has a net worth of at least 8 billion yuan, and the other has a net worth of hundreds of millions, but they are still sharing an ordinary apartment.
And due to some historical reasons, these two people have not paid their rent, which is really hateful.
"How do you feel, Mr. Chen? Do you like it? This is the best villa newly released in the Los Angeles real estate market this month."
Standing in the courtyard, Paul danced slightly arrogantly to ask for credit.
Chen Feng had no expression on his face and nodded slightly: "The house is generally okay, I'm quite satisfied."
Seeing him like this, Paul's excitement was dampened on the spot, "Ah? Are you just satisfied?"
"Well. First of all, I don't like to fly in helicopters, so the landing pad is a waste for me. Secondly, I looked at the terrain as a whole. There are two mountains here where there are water hits. In Feng Shui, this kind of terrain is called
Two Dragons Fight for the Pearl is a place where military strategists kill each other. If the homeowner buys this place, if he is a businessman, he will have to face strong opponents in the business field."
Chen Feng put his hands behind his back, worked hard to expand his vocabulary, and expressed his "dissatisfaction" carefully.
He really can't find any shortcomings, so he simply talks about metaphysics, Feng Shui and other things that you don't understand and I actually don't understand either.
Paul was confused and confused.
"Wind and water? Two evil dragons? Fighting? The previous owner was not a businessman, but a boxer who had been famous for many years."
The nonsense was exposed on the spot, but Chen Feng did not change his expression, "Isn't that great? Doesn't a boxer fit the meaning of two dragons fighting?"
Paul was stunned, "Yes."
"The view from here to the sea is beautiful, but according to climate statistics, the northwest ocean monsoon blowing from the sea is the longest every year. This is called northwest wind in my hometown, which is unlucky."
Paul was completely confused, "Why is the northwest wind so unlucky again?"
Chen Feng asked, "The homeowner's recent investment income is not very good, right?"
Paul nodded, "It's not good."
He began to admire Chen Feng's principles of wind and water.
As expected of an artist, he knows a lot.
Chen Feng looked incomprehensible, "Then this is the shortcoming of the house."
Paul slightly understood what Chen Feng meant.
The customer is God.
It doesn’t matter where the customer is dissatisfied, as long as they have an opinion, that’s it.
"Then...should I look for a new house?"
he asked tentatively.
Chen Feng's mouth twitched. Paul, a self-proclaimed top ten broker, must have been dealing with Chinese buyers for the first time. His brain was too confused and he didn't know how to bargain.
"What I mean is that the overall condition of the house is quite satisfactory, but there are still shortcomings. I think the price should be lowered appropriately, maybe 10 million US dollars, then the shortcomings will become tolerable. You put the things that I am not satisfied with
The local government told the other party's agent and also told them that I can settle the entire amount at once and immediately. Give me a reply within tomorrow."
Paul nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I've written it all down."
Chen Feng has read the valuation report issued by a well-known accounting firm, which lists a lot of data in detail, including historical transaction prices, nearby real estate market analysis reports, overall market analysis in the past two years, and the additional benefits brought by the many facilities and equipment inside the house.
Value etc.
This villa is indeed worth thirteen million dollars.
His current tentative offer is based on the fact that the seller is short of cash flow and eager to sell.
This is an opportunity that can be exploited. It would be foolish not to take advantage of it.
Of course, others may not agree, so we can discuss it tomorrow.
Things were simpler than he expected.
That night, Paul called him and said that after careful consideration, the seller said that if Chen Feng signed a contract to settle the entire amount within a week, the deal would be completed for 10 million.
Chen Feng backhanded the matter to Meng Xiaozhou and asked Meng Xiaozhou to handle the matter as his agent.
He only needs to stay in the hotel and sign his name on the documents from time to time, accompanied by Meng Xiaozhou and his lawyer.
Chen Feng has sold many songs here for one million to two million US dollars before, and as these works are successively produced, revenue will continue to be generated in the future.
The U.S. dollars he took at that time were not transferred to the country, but were held in local custody by a bank here.
This part of the money is very simple and belongs to his personal creation, that is, private property, and has nothing to do with the equity structure of Xingfeng Entertainment.
Now it is convenient for him to have it at any time.
The two parties signed a contract in a friendly atmosphere the next day, and what followed was a house transaction process that Chen Feng was not familiar with and was completely handed over to Meng Xiaozhou, the lawyer, and Paul.
He does not need to sign this part personally. Meng Xiaozhou, who has obtained his power of attorney, can do it for him.
Chen Feng stayed in the Hilton for three days and composed a total of more than 40 new songs, and barely completed a movie script.
His life these three days was simple, boring and boring, but his influence and change on the world never stopped moving forward.
As SCN, New England Medicine and The Lancet have successively completed official and authoritative translations, the connotation of "Madman's Conjectures Version 2.0" has gradually been revealed to the world.
Of course, the admiration and admiration of the world cannot bring him direct benefits in the short term, and Chen Feng is too lazy to check social networks all day long to see how others praise him.
That's not important.
Rather than caring about these things, he cared more about the construction of Xingfeng Research Institute.
Although a lot of margin has been considered in the previous plan, but now he is planning to increase the research and development strength of at least ten key new technologies at one time, then the previous plan is not enough.
Ryan is both happy and miserable.
Happiness lies in suddenly discovering that he can actually do more things. Chen Feng can make his heart surge just by outlining the names of these projects with him.
The pain lies in adding new design tasks and acquiring more land.
Chen Feng's pace was too fast and too fierce. His previous investment had not produced a penny of profit, and the scale of the project had doubled again.
Even the wealthy Ou Guohua was a little confused and didn't know whether to follow up or dissuade.
Chen Feng said with a backhand, "If Uncle Ou feels that the investment scale is too large, I can temporarily afford more additional investment, and I will loan out some of the money from Xingfeng Entertainment's working capital."
Ou Guohua hesitated briefly and appropriately reduced the scale of investment.
Calculated according to Chen Fengxin’s additional personal investment scale, the final shareholding structure of Xingfeng Research Institute became 57% owned by him, 39% owned by Ouhe Group, and 4% owned by Ryan, which was quietly far away from the 67% Chen Feng wanted.
One step closer.
For such a large-scale asset change to become a reality, Chen Feng has to return to China.
He packed up his package with regret and left the Hilton Hotel.
When he walked out of the hotel building, he thought to himself, he must have been too calm. No one came to visit him for three days.
Paul Powell has to be busy with the house today, so it's not convenient for him to be his driver.
He walked to the hotel door and hailed the next taxi, "Go to the airport."
The strong and honest white driver made an OK gesture and said, "Okay sir."
For fifteen minutes, Chen Feng squinted his eyes slightly and looked around.
There were four black commercial vehicles and four large off-road vehicles in the four directions behind the taxi.
He looked at the signal bar on his phone again, which showed 0 signal.
He wasn't too surprised, but he breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s finally here.
"Aren't you going to the airport?"
Chen Feng, who was sitting in the back row, asked knowingly.
The driver in front didn't panic, "Mr. Chen, I'm afraid you won't be able to go to the airport."
"Oh, where are you going?"
"Go to Monrovia Canyon Park, Mr. Chen Feng, there is someone there who wants to see you."
Chen Feng looked at his watch, "Then I might miss my flight, and you have to compensate me for the air ticket, which is US$1,239."
The driver said cheerfully, "You are so funny, like an American."
Chen Feng also said cheerfully, "That's just your illusion."
Twenty minutes later, he met the person who wanted to see him in a courtyard that looked like a manor from the outside but was actually very heavily guarded.
A senior agent from ABI is the person in charge of handling commercial and technological intelligence affairs throughout California. Of course, he is also a senior agent with a low reputation but great influence.
Chen Feng sought benevolence and received benevolence.
"Madman's Conjectures Version 1.0" and the nine breakthrough projects under preparation by Xingfeng Research Institute will arouse a considerable degree of excitement.
But before that, some people still thought that what he wanted to do was too far-fetched, and that theory was theory and practice was practice.
Perhaps there are still people who want him to lead China's scientific research power into a dead end, so they indulge his behavior and have no contact with him.
But now, when he took out "The Madman's Conjectures Version 2.0" and once again set a higher goal, everything no longer seemed impossible.
Just like Einstein back then, if he said he wanted to prove the existence of God, someone would probably give him hundreds of millions of dollars in research funding.
Status can change a lot of things, it can make people worship, but it can also make people greedy.
Chen Feng easily took out the straw that broke the camel's back, causing some people to weigh the pros and cons in another direction.
The other party's attitude was very calm, and his smile was full of affinity, "Mr. Chen, America needs people like you. The world also needs you. Join us and fight for the freest, most prosperous, most innovative, and most respecting country for human rights.
Work hard. We will provide you with everything you want, the best financial resource support, the best scientific research team staffing, and the best security measures. You can create more wealth for the world and get more wealth for yourself.
.”
Chen Feng took a sip of the coffee in front of him and seemed to be talking to himself, "But I don't like drinking coffee. I like to drink Dahongpao, a mother tree from Wuyi Mountain, but you can't buy it here."
"Um?"
Chen Feng put down his cup, "So, can you tell me who will sponsor me? Who will I serve? Who will I make money for? The Walton family? The Koch family? DuPont? Buffett? Murdoch? Or someone very famous?
The Rockefellers? Or all of them?”
He smiled gently, but the question went to the core.
The other party was silent.
Chen Feng added: "You want to force me to stay, and at the same time you are talking to me about freedom and human rights. Don't you think it is contradictory? Oh, I almost forgot. Since you are the leader of ABI, you must have already anesthetized yourself.
To the point of being indestructible. There is no need for me to tell you this."
Obviously, Chen Feng is completely different from many wealthy people from the other side of the country that he has interacted with in the past.
The other party: "So, Mr. Chen, if you are so disgusted with our 'freedom'? Why are you so generous to our scholars?"
Chen Feng put his hands in his pockets, "If I said I was doing it for humanity, would you believe it? It's just like what you advertise, and I think so too."
"Anyway, we will keep you here. Whether you want it or not, I'm afraid you have to stay here. Next, we will find a way to bring your family here. You are too important."
Chen Feng shrugged, "Let me correct two points. First, you can't keep me. Second, I have no family in China."
Bang!
In the next moment, Chen Feng took action and struck preemptively.
…
Five minutes later, he ripped off the high-frequency stun gun cable that had been used on himself.
Chen Feng looked back at the door and saw seventy or eighty strong men in suits and leather shoes lying on the ground.
The manor was very quiet, and except for the people lying on the ground, it seemed very peaceful.
He returned to the senior agent who was tied into a rice dumpling.
In Chen Feng's hand, he held a large-caliber weapon that had just opened the safety, "I told you, you can't keep me."
The senior agent's already fair skin became even paler and looked bloodless.
He only murmured: "This is impossible. Have you received military training?"
Chen Feng asked, "Have you ever seen a soldier like Qiang Cheng? Has there ever been one in history?"
As he spoke, he took the unclosed stun gun cable in his hand and played with it. The crackling electricity exploded like firecrackers in his palm, but he was completely unaware of it.
The senior agent was completely silent.
Chen Feng looked back at the door again, "Let your snipers put this guy away. Yes, I'm talking about the guy wearing a ghillie suit and squatting on the tree with his legs spread. I'll give him three seconds, otherwise he will be here today.
The first person will die, but it will definitely not be me."
The detective was stunned.
The person ambushing outside is at least two hundred meters away from here. He is the most professional lurker. How could he be discovered?
Chen Feng started counting down.
"Three, two..."
Before he could finish counting, he suddenly raised his left hand and pulled it.
Bang!
"ah!"
A scream came from the agent's intercom.
Chen Feng slowly withdrew the guy and blew into the smoking hole, "Don't panic, I just saw that he was lying down too hard and broke the branches under him. He won't die, he just suffered some minor injuries.
