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Chapter 437 Slow and Methodical_1

Chapter 437: Chapter 437 Slow and Methodical_1

"Maybe..." Tang Yuchan enjoyed listening to Shen Dong negotiate, always feeling she could learn something.

Seeing the two reach an agreement, she couldn’t help but suggest, "What if Mr. Zhou’s concert date was changed? After all, New Year’s Day is still a while away, and Mr. Xia’s matter definitely needs to be addressed as soon as possible."

"It should be moved up," Shen Dong said as he took out his phone to check the date.

December 8th.

Shen Dong immediately thought of Singles’ Day and Double Twelve, then turned back to Tang Yuchan, "How about holding it on December 12th? Can Huaxu keep up with that?"

"No problem," Tang Yuchan assured him verbally, her mind racing with calculations, and she added, "If it’s okay with Mr. Zhou, then everything is okay."

Shen Dong didn’t avoid Xia Dongqing and again stressed, "The fashion show must be arranged properly. If the Huaxu agent isn’t up to it, find someone from Jing City University. This is Huaxu’s first salvo in promoting our name to the world, and it has to make an impact."

"Okay."

"And the proceeds from the auction need to be publicly disclosed for charity, it has to be something tangible."

After pondering for a while, Shen Dong raised a finger, "How about this? We openly recruit underprivileged students from poor mountainous areas online for twelve years of free education. First, we get high exposure, and second, we don’t have to worry about scrutiny."

Shen Dong didn’t deny that he was using charity as a commercial strategy, aiming for the future development of the enterprise.

Xia Dongqing looked at Shen Dong with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, "You’re playing a shrewd game."

"Profiteer," Tang Yuchan chimed in with sarcasm.

Shen Dong didn’t feel ashamed, but rather took it as a matter of course, "I’m not a profiteer. With money, I can build Dongyan Media, fulfill more of my wishes, and overturn all of you profiteers."

As he spoke, Shen Dong turned his accusations toward Xia Dongqing.

Xia Dongqing laughed heartily, his fingers fidgeting with the corner of his clothes, "I really was a profiteer in the past. With the stock market, every time I succeeded, it was certain that a group of retail investors lost money."

Business talk is uninteresting and cold-hearted, and it’s hard to discern truth from lies.

However, after leaving Xia Dongqing’s place, Shen Dong felt like he had made a friend. He turned to Tang Yuchan, "What do you think about turning our private tutoring into a charity-based private Dongyan Media? Is it feasible?"

Tang Yuchan didn’t address the issue of whether or not he was a profiteer but instead said, "If you’re still keen on cultivating a group of Huaxu devotees from a young age, then go ahead with it."

"For the 900 hectares of land in Binhai, it’s impossible to get a piece to sell for money from the government offices, but getting a piece to build Dongyan Media is definitely not a problem."

"Seaview Dongyan Media, just thinking about it is exciting."

With just a few words, Tang Yuchan drew Shen Dong a rainbow.

How had he not thought of this before? The best way to drive up land prices was through school district housing.

One school, two campuses: on the left, students from poor families, and on the right, the nobles of Dongyan Media.

Underprivileged and rich second-generation students together would surely lead to class conflict. Under such class tension, wouldn’t the competitiveness in their studies be strong?

Shen Dong planned to find someone who was into pyramid schemes for the poor students, making them chant slogans every day, "Beat the rich kids in exams, create greatness through education." The more he thought about it, the more excited Shen Dong became.

When he shared his idea with Tang Yuchan, she couldn’t help but chuckle, "What, planning to nurture a spirit of resistance against capitalist oppression from a young age?"

"Resistance? How can you call it resistance?" Shen Dong didn’t like to hear that; he earnestly said, "This is about bridging the wealth gap, putting students on an equal footing at the starting line, and establishing correct values."

Tang Yuchan found the idea interesting and joined in strategizing, "Then you need a completely closed management to create an absolutely fair environment."

"I’ll think it over," Shen Dong said, his heart boiling with excitement as if he had found a new toy to play with.

A week had passed since Zhao Wenliang’s failed attempt to show off at Silver Moonlight, and Shen Dong had already forgotten about the man. He was chatting with Tang Yuchan about the empire’s dominance, occasionally interspersing the conversation with idle chitchat, feeling completely at ease.

But Zhao Wenliang was far from comfortable.

On the outskirts of Mo City, in the Suhang area, stood a skyscraper valued at nine billion, thirty-two stories high.

The building was called Shuyue Building.

On the 32nd floor, on the indoor golf course, a patch of grass alone cost over four hundred thousands.

Zhao Wenliang hung from the room’s beam like a dead dog, whoosh, a golf club worth over thirty thousand dollars swooshed through the air, violently striking Zhao Wenliang’s abdomen.

Puff, Zhao Wenliang spat out a mouthful of blood, powerless.

The man wielding the golf club acted as if nothing had happened, once again aiming the club at the white ball on the ground, and slowly said, "You mentioned that a bumpkin isn’t worth the attention, but now, Suhang also has sixty-three Huaxu agencies."

"What do you plan to do about it?"

Within Zhao Wenliang’s grey and white suit, one could vaguely see a piece of plastic board.

Cough cough, he coughed twice, and in a weak and feeble voice said, "I, I’ve already arranged for people to gather retail bosses to file a joint lawsuit, moreover, they are tampering with melamine, if ingested it could lead to ’big-head’ babies, as long as we get solid evidence, he’s done for!"

Whoosh, the golf ball was sent flying.

The mysterious man gestured, and Zhao Wenliang was let down.

Poor Zhao Wenliang, lying on the ground like a whipped dog, crawled to the man’s feet, "Prince, you have to believe me, smartphones won’t lose, and live broadcasting won’t lose to Huaxu either."

This man was actually addressed as Prince.

Prince looked down, wiping the blood from the corner of Zhao Wenliang’s mouth with a hand, and with a devilish smile said, "How could I not believe you, how is everyone else doing?"

"They are working hard on filtering through!" Zhao Wenliang dared not meet the man’s gaze and quickly lowered his head.

Being treated like a dog, he held no regrets but rather offered advice eagerly, "The Wolf, The Wandering Mars... those few movies have already secured release dates, these films, in my times, made over a hundred billion in box office sales!"

"If Prince doesn’t believe it, you can ask Shao Feng."

"Shao Feng?" Prince looked confusedly at the ceiling, squinting and said, "Shao Feng, that’s the guy working on 3G communications, right? You two, go bring him here."

"According to current trends, live streaming platforms may replace traditional advertising and become a third-party advertising platform."

"Another point, we’ve shifted our focus from towns and third-tier cities to county-level cities and second-tier cities; the results of targeting the lower-tier market theory are significant.

Zhao Wenliang’s failure lies in his rigid thinking, erroneous judgment of the current economic situation, and the analysis that, in ten years, the economic level of towns and third-tier cities may match the current spending power of second-tier cities."

"Based on this conclusion, the economic team believes that we should combine the current economic situation and correct Zhao Wenliang’s thinking."

Listening to this, Prince revealed a pleased smile.

He glanced at the side door and with a disingenuous smile said, "Since he’s not wrong, let’s give him more power. The female boss of Basha, bring her to me."

People are indeed different.

Prince’s brief conversation directly decided Zhao Wenliang’s fate, and Zhao Wenliang, whether he was enduring humiliation out of necessity or genuinely wanted to be a dog, he got what he wanted.

Before long, the core developer of smartphones, Shao Feng, was ’invited’ into the office.

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