I Really Didn’t Want to Be the Savior Chapter 285: Benevolence

Chen Feng just followed Paul to the scene to watch it briefly, and he had a feeling in his heart.

Treasure!

Capitalism is really corrupt.

He wanted to try too.

After Chen Feng plans to buy it, every time he comes here, he can run laps in his own yard, and even quietly complete some high-intensity training in his gym that ordinary people can't imagine.

Actually, with his current strength, he could completely build a larger and more stylish manor as his residence in China, but once he did this, he really couldn't find a reason to stay with Zhong Lei.

Perhaps Zhong Lei had the same concern, and she was clearly not short of money, so she only bought a flat four-story flat in Hanzhou, and it was still uncapped. She said that she planned to wait for two years to pay Fang, my parents have a place to live when they come here.

In short, the current situation is very strange. One has a net worth of at least 8 billion yuan, and the other Shenhao, whose net worth has already reached hundreds of millions, is still living together in an ordinary apartment.

And due to some historical reasons, these two still haven't paid the rent, which is really hateful.

"How does Mr. Chen feel? Do you like it? This is the best new villa in the Los Angeles real estate market this month."

Standing in the courtyard, Paul was slightly flamboyant, dancing and asking for credit.

Chen Feng was expressionless and nodded slightly: "The house is generally okay, I'm quite satisfied."

Seeing him like this, Paul's excitement was discounted on the spot, "Ah? Are you just satisfied?"

"Well. First of all, I don't like to take helicopters, so the apron is a waste for me. Second, I looked at the terrain as a whole. There are two mountains here, and there is water hammer. In feng shui, this kind of The terrain has been called two dragons fighting for pearls, and it is a place where military strategists are fighting. If the owner bought this place, if he is a businessman, he has to usher in a strong opponent in the business field.”

Chen Feng carried his hands on his back, tried hard to hollow out his vocabulary, and expressed his "dissatisfaction" carefully.

He really couldn't pick out any shortcomings, so he simply put on metaphysics. On the whole, you don't understand Feng Shui that I don't understand.

Paul was confused.

"Wind and water? Two dragons? War? The previous owner was not a businessman, but a boxer who had been famous for many years."

The nonsense was dismantled on the spot, and Chen Feng did not change his face, "Isn't it worth it, doesn't the boxer fit the meaning of two dragons fighting?"

Paul was stunned, "Yeah."

"From here to the sea, the scenery is very beautiful, but according to climate statistics, the northwest ocean monsoon blowing from the sea is the longest every year. This is called the northwest wind in my hometown, which is unlucky."

Paul was stunned, "Why is the northwest wind not auspicious again?"

Chen Feng asked, "Isn't the homeowner's recent investment income not very good?"

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 acted inscrutable, "Then this is the shortcoming of the house."

Paul slightly understood what Chen Feng meant.

The customer is God.

No matter where the customer is dissatisfied, it's over if they have an opinion.

"Then... I'll look for a house again?"

he asked tentatively.

Chen Feng's mouth twitched. Paul, the self-proclaimed top ten broker, must be dealing with a Chinese buyer for the first time.

"I mean, the overall condition of the house is quite satisfactory, but there are still shortcomings. I think the price should be lowered appropriately, maybe ten million dollars, then the shortcomings will become bearable. You put me If you are not satisfied, tell the other party's agent, and also tell them that I can settle the full payment at one time, and I can settle it immediately. Give me an answer within tomorrow."

Paul nodded again and again, "Okay, I've written it down."

Chen Feng has read the valuation report issued by a well-known accounting firm, which lists a lot of data in detail, including the transaction prices of past dynasties, the analysis report of the nearby real estate market, the overall market analysis in the past two years, and the many facilities and equipment inside the house. The added value to come and so on.

The villa is indeed worth thirteen million dollars.

His tentative offer now is that the seller is short of cash flow and is eager to sell.

This is an opportunity to take advantage of, and it is stupid not to take advantage of it.

Of course, others may not agree, so let's talk about it tomorrow.

Things were simpler than he expected.

Paul called him that night, saying that the seller had carefully considered and said that if Chen Feng signed a contract to settle all the money within a week, the deal would be 10 million yuan.

Chen Feng backhanded the matter to Meng Xiaozhou, and asked Meng Xiaozhou to handle the matter as his agent.

He himself only needs to stay in the hotel, accompanied by Meng Xiaozhou and his lawyer from time to time, and sign his name on the document.

Chen Feng has sold a lot of songs here at a price of one million to two million dollars before, and as the production of these works is completed one after another, they will continue to generate revenue in the future.

At that time, the dollars he took were not transferred into China, but he found a bank here to escrow on the spot.

This part of the money is very simple. It belongs to his personal creation, that is, private property. It has nothing to do with Star Peak Entertainment's shareholding structure.

Now it is convenient for him to use it at any time.

The next day, the two parties signed the contract in a friendly atmosphere. The next step was the housing transaction procedure that Chen Feng was not familiar with, and was handed over to Meng Xiaozhou, the lawyer and Paul.

This part of the content does not require his signature, and Meng Xiaozhou, who has obtained his full power of attorney, can do it for him.

Chen Feng stayed at the Hilton for three days, released all the more than 40 new songs in total, and barely finished one movie script.

His three-day life was simple, boring and boring, but his influence and change on the world never stopped moving forward.

With the completion of official and authoritative translations by New England Medicine and The Lancet, the connotation of "Mad Men's Conjectures Version 2.0" is gradually revealed to the world.

Of course, the admiration and adoration of the world cannot bring him immediate benefits in the short term, and Chen Feng is too lazy to browse social networks all day long to see how others praise him.

That doesn't matter.

He cares more about the construction of Xingfeng Research Institute than these.

Although a lot of margins have been considered in the previous planning, but now he is planning to increase the R&D force of at least ten key new technologies at one time, then the previous planning is not enough.

Ryan is both happy and miserable.

Happiness lies in the sudden discovery that he can do more things. Chen Fengguang's name for these projects can make him emotional.

The pain lies in adding new design tasks and getting more land.

Chen Feng's pace is too fast and too fierce. The previous investment has not yielded a penny of profit, and the scale of the project has doubled.

Even the rich and powerful Ou Guohua was a little confused, not knowing whether to follow up or discourage him.

Chen Feng threw a word backhand, "If Uncle Ou thinks that the scale of investment is too large, I can temporarily afford more additional investment, and I will borrow some of the money from Star Peak Entertainment's working capital. "

Ou Guohua hesitated for a while and appropriately reduced the scale of investment.

According to the scale of personal investment added by Chen Fengxin, the final shareholding structure of Xingfeng Research Institute becomes that he holds 57%, Ouhe Group 39%, Ryan 4%, which is quietly 67% away from what Chen Feng wants. % is one step closer.

To make such a large-scale asset change a reality, Chen Feng has to return to China.

He packed his bags with regret and left the Hilton Hotel.

As he walked out of the hotel building, he thought to himself that he was too complacent, and no one came to visit for three days.

Paul Powell is busy with the house today, so it's not convenient for him to be his driver.

He walked to the door of the hotel and greeted the next taxi, "Go to the airport."

The strong and honest white driver gave an OK gesture, "Okay sir."

Fifteen minutes later, Chen Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked left and right.

There are four black commercial vehicles and four large off-road vehicles in the four directions of the front, rear, left and right directions of the taxi.

He looked at the signal bar on the phone again and it showed 0 signal.

He wasn't surprised, but heaved a sigh of relief.

That's it.

"Aren't you going to the airport?"

Chen Feng, who was sitting in the back row, asked the question knowingly.

The driver in front was not panicking, "Mr. Chen, I'm afraid you won't be able to get to the airport."

"Oh, where are you going?"

"Go to Monrovia Canyon Park, Mr. Chen Feng, there are people who want to see you there."

Chen Feng looked at his watch, "Then I might miss my flight, and you have to compensate me for the flight ticket. $1,239."

The driver cheerfully said, "You are so funny, you look like an American."

Chen Feng also cheered, "That's just your illusion."

Twenty minutes later, he saw someone 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, who is in charge of handling commercial and technological espionage affairs throughout California. Of course, he is also a senior agent with a little reputation but great influence.

Chen Feng asked for benevolence.

The "Mad Men's Conjecture 1.0" and the nine major breakthrough projects under preparation by the Xingfeng Research Institute will make people quite tempted.

But before that, some people still think that what he wants to do is too far-fetched, theory belongs to theory, and practice belongs to practice.

Maybe there are people who want him to ram into a dead end with China's scientific research force, so they let his behavior be laissez-faire and don't have contact with him.

But now, when he took out "Mad Men's Conjecture 2.0", and once again put forward higher goals, everything seems to be no longer a fantasy.

Just like Einstein back then, if he said he wanted to prove the existence of God, I am afraid someone would give him hundreds of millions of dollars in research funding.

Status can change a lot of things, from being worshipped to being greedy.

Chen Feng lightly took out the straw that broke the camel's back, causing some people's balance of pros and cons to skew in the other direction.

The other party's attitude is very peaceful, and the smile is full of affinity, "Mr. Chen, America needs people like you. The world needs you too. Join us, let's be the most free, most prosperous, most innovative, and most respectful of human rights for all mankind. We will provide you with everything you want, the best financial resource support, the best scientific research team staffing, the best security measures, you can create more wealth for the world, and you can also get More wealth."

Chen Feng took a sip of the coffee in front of him and seemed to be muttering to himself, "But I don't like coffee. I like to drink Dahongpao, the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain. You can't buy it here."

"Huh?"

Chen Feng put down the glass, "So, can you tell me who will sponsor me? Who will I serve? Who will make money for? The Walton family? The Koch family? DuPont? Buffett? Murdoch? Or maybe fame. The big Rockefellers? Or all of them?"

He smiled softly, but the question went straight to the heart.

The other party was silent.

Chen Feng said again: "Don't you feel contradictory when you are trying to force me to stay while talking about freedom and human rights with me? Oh, I almost forgot. Since you are the head of ABI, you must be I've been anesthetized to the point of being invincible. I don't need to tell you this."

Obviously, Chen Feng is completely different from many rich people from the other side that the other party has come into contact with in the past.

The other party: "Since Mr. Chen is so disgusted with our 'freedom'? Why are you so generous to our scholars?"

Chen Feng put his hands in his pockets, "If I say I'm for human beings, would you believe it? Just like what you advertised, I think so too."

"Anyway, we will keep you. Whether you like it or not, I am afraid you will have to stay here. Next, we will find a way to take over your family. You are too important."

Chen Feng shrugged, "I'll correct two points. First, you can't keep me. Second, I have no family in China."

Boom!

In the next instant, Chen Feng moved and attacked.

…

Five minutes later, he tore off the high-frequency stun gun that hit him.

Chen Feng turned his head to look outside the door, and there were seventy or eighty strong men in suits and leather shoes lying on the ground.

The manor is very quiet, except for the people who fell to the ground, it looks very peaceful.

He is back in front of the senior detective who is tied into a dumpling.

Chen Feng held a large-caliber guy who had just opened the insurance, "I said, you can't keep me."

The senior agent's already pale skin became even paler ~IndoMTL.com~ looking bloodless.

He only murmured, "That's impossible. You have military training?"

Chen Feng asked back, "Have you ever seen a soldier like Qiang Cheng? Has there ever been one in history?"

While speaking, he played with the unclosed stun gun cable in his hand. The crackling electric current exploded like firecrackers in his palm, but he was completely unaware.

The senior agent was completely silent.

Chen Feng looked back at the door again, "Tell your snipers to put the guy away. Yes, I'm talking about the guy in the ghillie suit and squatting on the tree with his legs apart. I'll give him three seconds, Otherwise the first person will die here today, but certainly not me."

The detective was stunned.

The people in ambush outside are at least 200 meters away from here. They are the most professional lurkers. How could they be discovered?

Chen Feng started the countdown.

"Three, two..."

He didn't finish the count, his left hand jerked up and pulled.

Boom!

"Ah!"

A scream came from the agent's intercom.

Chen Feng slowly retracted the guy and blew the mouth of the smoking hole, "Don't panic, I just saw him lying down too hard and breaking the branches under him. He won't die, but the pain is insignificant. It's just an injury."

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