Big Data Cultivation

Chapter 475: Chapter 475: Asking for Favors from All Quarters

The common folks of the Huaxia nation can be said to be the most hardworking group in the world.

Let’s not even talk about Uncle Blacks and the like—it’s not racial discrimination; it’s just that they genuinely don’t have the concept of “working hard to become rich.” Besides, the natural disposition of Black people is to be passionate and extravagant, to spend whatever money they make first, then work for more only after they’ve run into debt.

As for the Indians, well, there’s no need to mention them either. A reputation for non-violent non-resistance has somehow won acclaim worldwide—the truth is, they’re just used to doing nothing.

Many of the smaller countries to the south have fertile land where you just scatter some seeds and then sit back and wait for the harvest. Even fieldwork is mostly done by women while the men prefer to idle away their time shooting the breeze.

President Ge also invested in factories overseas, but it was completely unsuccessful. Apart from being smashed due to political reasons, the truth is that the local work efficiency is extremely low. What’s the use if just the labor costs are low? People simply don’t work there.

And what the hell is a labor union?

In Huaxia, labor unions in state-owned enterprises are just for show. How could private enterprises possibly have such things?

In short, after nine years of compulsory education, Huaxia has produced a large number of inexpensive laborers with a certain level of education who are willing to endure hardship and work hard. In the traditional moral perspective of Huaxia, those who work for two days and then rest for two days are considered layabouts.

President Ge’s investments just couldn’t take off overseas. Labor costs are too high in Europe and America, and in other places with low labor costs, the people’s quality and work ethic are just too poor.

So Feng Jun’s impression of President Ge is just so-so, as he had experience working in Yangcheng.

There was a saying in Yangcheng: American and Japanese enterprises paid well, Hong Kong enterprises were so-so, but the most stingy were enterprises from Shinra and Taiwan Province, who not only paid little but also treated people like animals.

Therefore, when Feng Jun was in Yangcheng, enterprises from Shinra were nearly non-existent there, all of them had moved north—and actually, many of those who had moved north had already fled away.

However, what made him even more angry was this: What’s the deal with you, Ge? Even if you’re richer than me and have more clout, can’t you just speak to me directly? You have to go to the city authorities to press down on me… Did I eat your rice or something?

So his answer to Gao Qiang was, “Don’t bother with them, just make sure the video is well recorded.”

With this answer in hand, Gao Qiang mounted his motorcycle and left, not even bothering to greet Director Zhao.

Soon after, a call came from Yuan Huapeng, “Gao Qiang, how come I heard that the Master had a conflict with someone surnamed Ge?”

“The Ge guy is just too unscrupulous…” Gao Qiang replied, somewhat displeased. To be honest, he felt aggrieved for Feng Jun—when asking for help, you’ve got to at least have the right attitude. That’s not how you do things.

After listening to his explanation, Yuan Huapeng immediately started clarifying that President Ge had indeed asked someone to greet Yuan Zihao, mentioning that a friend from Shinra was suffering from the same illness as Elder Yuan and hoped to receive treatment from President Feng, and was already waiting outside the manor.

Of course, he added that he was not currently in the capital, but would make a special visit to Elder Yuan upon his return.

That was a proper thing to say. Elder Yuan might be retired, but he was still significant, and even though President Ge was a businessman who had weathered some storms, he was still in his prime. President Ge’s willingness to make a visit lent some face to Elder Yuan.

If it had been anything else, Yuan Zihao might have agreed, but since it involved Feng Jun, he dared not make any commitments lightly—this kid was truly skilled, but also incredibly hardheaded.

So he had Yuan Huapeng ask what Feng Jun’s intentions were.

After hearing Gao Qiang’s words, Yuan Huapeng also expressed his dissatisfaction with President Ge’s behavior, “A businessman, no idea why he’s showing off so much, he’ll meet his downfall sooner or later. Just listen to the Master and ignore that jerk.”

“Got it,” Gao Qiang hung up, thinking to himself that President Ge sure had quite the presence.@@novelbin@@

He heard it loud and clear: Yuan Huapeng looked down on President Ge, but at the same time, Yuan Huapeng didn’t say that the old man would confront the guy.

In other words, Elder Yuan morally supported Feng Jun, but under the current circumstances, it’s not good to directly confront President Ge.

The fact that Elder Yuan had to swallow his pride in this situation showed just how influential this person really was.

As he pondered, he saw Director Zhao in the distance waving at him again.

Go to hell… Gao Qiang was also irritated and didn’t bother with him at all, just sitting steadily in the pavilion.

Seeing his reaction, Zhao Wenzhang thought… Hasn’t the message reached him yet?

He didn’t know what message had been passed along by whom, but he knew that Luohua Manor had to kneel—it was inevitable.

If the message hadn’t reached him yet, then just wait a little longer. He also didn’t want to rush things and add fuel to the fire by offending the other party.

But as much as he waited, nothing came, and after over an hour, the staff from the foreign affairs office on the bus couldn’t bear it any longer. They came down and inquired, “Director Zhao, what’s going on?”

With a helpless spread of his hands, Zhao Wenzhang replied, “Waiting for communication from above.”

“How long are we going to wait?” The two from the foreign affairs office furrowed their brows, and a young man spoke up bluntly, “If it doesn’t work, we should just force our way in. Otherwise, not only will it affect the investment, internationally, it would also tarnish the image of our Zhengyang city.”

In Jiangxia, it only took half a day to recover a lost bicycle for a Ni Hong visitor. Look at the shine on their faces when the foreign affairs office there touted their success. But here? A critically ill patient from Shinra has been kept waiting outside for two hours?

Director Zhao gave him a look, annoyed, “Force my way in? I don’t have that authority. Why don’t you coordinate it?”

How old am I, what my position is, and you? How old are you, what’s your position, and yet you dare to direct me?

The young man, upon hearing this, was so angry that his eyebrows twitched, “This has nothing to do with your Investment Promotion Bureau…”

“Enough,” an older man grabbed him, smiling as he spoke, “Director Zhao, how about this? Have the other party give a definite answer, okay? If that’s really not possible, we can only ask the city for help.”

Actually, Zhao Wenzhang was also anxious. He stood up, glanced at the young man, then lifted his hand to beckon to Gao Qiang, “Hey~”

Gao Qiang looked up at him, then continued to look down at his mobile phone, completely ignoring him.

Director Zhao thought for a moment, walked around the gatekeeper, and headed towards the pavilion—the gate was meant to stop vehicles, not people.

The distance was about three hundred meters, not too far, but the weather was extremely hot. Even with clouds covering the sun, by the time Director Zhao reached the pavilion, his back and chest were soaked through.

He walked into the pavilion and spoke up without any courtesy, “Young man, what exactly are you trying to say?”

“Nothing much. President Feng said he won’t treat him,” Gao Qiang lazily replied, without taking his eyes off his mobile phone, “Take advantage of the early weather and find a regular hospital.”

Seeing the other party’s rudeness, Zhao Wenzhang grew even more annoyed, but he managed to keep a straight face, “Didn’t anyone talk to you? Ask President Feng; maybe he’s changed his mind.”

“No need to ask,” Gao Qiang finally lifted his head to look at him, “President Feng is a decisive person. Once he makes a decision, pleading with anyone is useless. Besides, he really doesn’t treat illnesses. Last time was just a fluke.”

Director Zhao’s expression turned strange, “Young man, don’t be so hot-tempered… The city is taking this matter very seriously. I won’t persuade you a third time.”

“No problem, no need to persuade,” Gao Qiang dismissed with a wave of his hand, “Do whatever you want.”

Director Zhao stood staring at him for quite some time before he turned and walked back to the gate.

Facing the two from the Foreign Affairs Office, he spread his hands, “I’m out of options, they just refuse to intervene… You should report this back to the city.”

The young man obviously had a screw loose, “We’ll have to force the gates open and take him by force then.”

Zhao Wenzhang rolled his eyes, thinking that what he had said was just a threat. If you really want to do that, then you’re an idiot.

The young man wasn’t completely foolish, “We’ll arrest him and look into his financials; I don’t believe we won’t find any issues.”

Director Zhao finally lost his patience, “You’re asking for medical treatment. Even Cao Cao wouldn’t dare to offend Hua Tuo. He only dared to kill after being unable to operate. You’re really daring…”

The young man was immediately at a loss for words.

Right at that moment, another person got off the bus, speaking loudly in a foreign language.

The young man quickly translated, “Mr. Park said that the embassy in the capital has already called, expressing great confusion about our efficiency in handling this issue.”

“It’s not confusion, it’s anger!” The person who had come down could actually speak Chinese, and quite fluently at that. He looked furious, “We really can’t understand why the vehicle has been stopped here. Is this the sincerity that Zhengyang shows to an important partner?”

“We are in the process of communication and negotiation,” Director Zhao replied with a smile like a blooming flower, “Mr. Park, you should understand that the person you’re seeking medical help from is not a doctor. He is not qualified to practice medicine…”

“I’m not interested in these issues!” Mr. Park rudely interrupted him, true to the nature of a people known for severing fingers at the drop of a hat, temperamental, “All I know is that the government of Zhengyang promised to arrange treatment as soon as possible… not to be waiting around here.”

“In Huaxia, there is a saying, ‘Good things take time’,” Director Zhao replied with a smile, “Delays aren’t necessarily bad. In fact, we are verifying his professional level. It’s a bit more troublesome with traditional medicine.”

“Traditional medicine is too backward and superstitious,” Mr. Park said unabashedly, “Compared to that, Korean medicine is much more scientific. The ‘Dongui Bogam’… you should all know of it.”

Fuck me~ Although Director Zhao really wanted to handle this matter well, he couldn’t help but inwardly roll his eyes at these words. If Korean medicine was so great, then why come to us in Zhengyang?

And about… the Dongui Bogam, I really don’t know.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Mr. Park raised his voice again, “The consulate has expressed high concern, and if the issue isn’t resolved soon, the embassy will intervene directly…”

“Right away, we’ll solve it right away,” Director Zhao said with a forced smile, pulling out his mobile phone to dial, “Just give me ten more minutes.”

Though he said ten minutes, after waiting for twenty there was still no response. Mr. Park was so angry that he yelled. One had to admit, the voice of the people from Shinra was indeed extraordinarily loud.

Just at that moment, a Mercedes car approached from afar. The person who came down walked straight up to Director Zhao, smiling and greeting him, “Director Zhao, hello, I’m late.”

“Liang Sheng, you’re too polite,” Director Zhao replied with a smile. This man was second only to General Liu at Fu Hong Group in Zhengyang and was one of the old-timers who had climbed the ranks alongside President Ge.

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