mesbooks Chapter 164 Tang Jinmao, the Nouveau Riche
Chapter 164 Tang Jinmao, the Nouveau Riche
Chapter 165 Tang Jinmao, the Nouveau Riche
Tang Jinmao, a North American real estate developer who was once somewhat down on his luck, has now completely turned his fortunes around.
It was because they acquired Mark Sr.'s publishing company.
Because of this opportunity, he had a chance to get close to and interact with Yu Zhen, a famous writer from Dongguo, and they became cellmates.
There's also a record of the century that cost a staggering $100 million.
Yu Zhen, the dragon swimming in the sea, is his companion.
Tang Jinmao is naturally good at boasting.
Nowadays, things are really going up in tandem, and there is more and more room for them to show their abilities.
"My God, do you know what? My real estate company has now jumped into the top ten in the United States. Conglomerates have already extended olive branches to me, intending to help me become a publicly traded company. Soon, very soon, I will become a super-rich man with a net worth of tens of billions —"
Inside the estate, beside the constant-temperature swimming pool.
On a deck chair under a parasol.
Yu Zhen lay back lazily, enjoying a gentle massage from a blonde bikini-clad man, while Tang Jinmao, dressed in a suit and tie—the standard attire of a real estate tycoon—squatted beside him, spitting as he reported on his "work."
Yes, you read that right.
Tang Jinmao now seems to have unconsciously developed the habit of proactively reporting his "work situation" whenever he meets Yu Zhen.
For no other reason than that Yu Zhenke didn't really use any manipulative tactics on this old guy, and there was no way he would use any other means of conquest on him.
The reason why Tang Jinmao was so willing to lower himself and take the initiative to interact with him in a humble manner is because of this.
There is only one reason.
That is, Yu Zhen is Tang Jinmao's super benefactor.
As of today, Yu Zhen has been in North America for over forty days, or a month and a half.
But it only took a month and a half.
Tang Jinmao had placed his bet on Yu Zhen, intending to seize the opportunity to make a fortune, squeeze the Dongguo kid dry, and then kick him aside.
As for what, entering the publishing culture circle, becoming the most powerful publisher in the United States, and further influencing the cultural atmosphere of the entire United States, etc.
Sorry, but for a good-for-nothing playboy like Tang Jinmao, there is absolutely no interest in art, not even a pursuit of it.
In his eyes, there was only the most primal madness and greed for reaping money.
Tang Jinmao never expected that he would eventually run out of resources to squeeze out of the writers from the East. He had thought that once he had squeezed them out, they would run out of resources and there would be nothing left to squeeze out.
Who would have thought that this amazingly talented young writer from the East would be even more capable of stirring up trouble than him, and that he could effortlessly create a wealth myth.
This was before the acquisition of Mark's publishing company.
On the surface, he is a very powerful North American real estate developer and a rich second-generation.
But in reality, it was all an illusion. The truth was that the family business he inherited from his wealthy father was on the verge of bankruptcy. Acquiring Old Mark's publishing company and betting his future on the writers from the East was truly a last resort for him.
His original plan was to take advantage of the situation to make a big deal out of the Dongguo writer. He wanted to first scheme against Yu Zhen, firmly control him, then hype and exploit him until he had completely squeezed the oil out of Yu Zhen's science fiction writer reputation, and finally ruthlessly kick him out and leave.
In Tang Jinmao's mind, the huge responsibility for cultural exchange between two countries is none of his business.
As a qualified businessman in the global capitalist world, any goal he sets out for is solely to pursue wealth. What's the point of uniting and cultivating friendships with the East?
Besides, can people from East Asia be considered equals to white people under Western capitalism? Do they even have the right to?
In this guy's eyes, there has never been any concept of the value or meaning of survival for people from the East.
But now, in just a month and a half, thanks to Yu Zhen's guidance, his personal wealth has skyrocketed. From the brink of bankruptcy, he has now reached a net worth of over a billion dollars, making him one of the top figures in the American capital world.
To be honest, no one gets up early for nothing; Tang Jinmao really has a knack for business.
While discovering the potential for wealth among writers from East Korea.
He consciously placed himself in a humble position, regarding Yu Zhen as his god of wealth. It was only because Yu Zhen did not follow Cao Cao's example that the old man would offer his own wife to him with both hands, even going so far as to personally help him with a massage.
"Ah Chuan, be more composed. A mere hundred billion in wealth has made you lose your composure? If you're like this, how can I trust you to continue giving you advice and helping you acquire even more wealth in the future?"
Yu Zhen's voice was neither hurried nor slow, but it naturally carried a powerful and refreshing quality, like a resounding bell.
To use an imperfect analogy, it's as if a high-ranking emperor is instructing his most energetic and capable personal eunuch.
Ironically, this is the kind of conversation Tang Jinmao enjoys the most.
Tang Jinmao immediately shrank back three heads, his expression extremely obsequious, and said, "My king, you are right to reprimand me. I was indeed too arrogant. I will correct myself. In the name of my mother, I swear—"
Yu Zhen waved his hand casually, and the bikini-clad blonde woman serving him was very sensible. She quickly got up, bent over, and walked back five steps before turning around and leaving the poolside silently.
She knew that the big boss and the mysterious man from the East were about to discuss a new wealth myth.
At times like these, deep down, she undoubtedly longed for the chance to stay, to eavesdrop, and then perhaps even gamble her fortune to try and turn her life around.
But she knew one thing even more clearly.
Previously, the few sisters who dared to do this had already been buried alive by the big boss in the deepest orchard of the manor, becoming manure for the fertile soil.
Your fate and identity have already been marked, and it's not so easy to turn things around.
Unless there is one possibility, which is to serve that writer from the East wholeheartedly, win his favor, and then see if there is a chance to beg him to take her away.
Only in this way can there be a day of liberation, or a day when one can truly redeem one's freedom.
Otherwise, you'll just be a short-lived creature's plaything for the rest of your life.
The most beautiful three to five years of youth will pass by in the blink of an eye.
The outcome was unspeakable, unthinkable, and something she never even dared to hope for, except before she had the chance to meet that writer from the East.
But right now, she hasn't had the chance to truly grasp that writer from the East, hasn't been able to demonstrate her value, and at the same time, she doesn't know if he will feel any pity for her; everything is uncertain.