Chapter 287

Chen Feng only followed Paul to the scene and looked at it briefly. He had a feeling in his heart.

Trench!

Capitalism is really corrupt.

He wants to try.

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

In fact, with his current strength, he can build a bigger and more elegant manor as a residence in China. However, once he has done this, he really can't find a reason to continue to stay with Zhong Lei.

Perhaps Zhong Lei has the same concern. Obviously, she is not short of money. She only bought a medium-sized flat four in Hanzhou, and it is still an open auction house. She said that she plans to pay the house in two years, and her parents will have a place to live when they come here.

In short, the current situation is very strange. One Shenhao, who is worth at least 8 billion yuan and another who has already reached hundreds of millions, is still sharing an ordinary apartment.

And because of some historical reasons, they still don't pay the rent. It's really hateful.

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

Standing in the courtyard, Paul made a little publicity and danced for credit.

Chen Feng's face was expressionless and nodded slightly: "the house is generally OK. I'm quite satisfied."

Seeing him like this, Paul's excitement was discounted on the spot, "ah? Just satisfied?"

"Well. First of all, I don't like to take a helicopter, so the apron is a waste to me. Secondly, I looked at the terrain as a whole. There are two mountains at the junction here, and there are water attacks. In Feng Shui, this terrain is known as two dragons competing for pearls, which is a place for strategists to kill. If the homeowner buys here, if he is a businessman, he will have to welcome a strong opponent in the business field."

Chen Feng carried his hands and tried to empty his vocabulary, carefully speaking his "dissatisfaction".

He really can't pick out any shortcomings. He simply puts metaphysics. You don't understand Feng Shui that I don't understand.

Paul heard it in the clouds.

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

Nonsense was exposed on the spot, and Chen Feng's face remained unchanged. "That's enough. Don't boxers just accord with the meaning of two dragons fighting?"

Paul was stunned. "Yes."

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

Paul's whole circle, "why is the northwest wind unlucky again?"

Chen Feng asked, "is 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.

It's worthy of being an artist. You know more.

Chen Feng said, "that's the disadvantage of the house."

Paul understood Chen Feng's meaning slightly.

The customer is God.

Never mind where the customers are dissatisfied, it's over anyway.

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

He asked tentatively.

As soon as Chen Feng took a swipe at the corner of his mouth, Paul, the self styled top ten brokers, must have been dealing with Chinese buyers for the first time. His mind was too inflexible to understand bargaining.

"I mean, the overall situation of the house is quite satisfactory, but there are still some shortcomings. I think the price should be appropriately reduced by $10 million, so the shortcomings will become tolerable. You tell the other party's agent what I'm not satisfied with, and also tell them that I can settle the whole payment at one time and immediately. Give me an answer tomorrow."

Paul nodded again and again. "OK, OK, 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 price of previous dynasties, the analysis report of the nearby real estate market, the overall market analysis in recent two years, and the added value brought by many facilities and equipment inside the house, etc.

The villa is really worth 13 million dollars.

He is now making a tentative offer. The seller is short of cash flow and is eager to sell.

This is an opportunity. It's stupid not to take advantage of it.

Of course, others may not agree, so we can talk about 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 all the money within a week, it would be 10 million.

Chen Feng threw 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 the documents from time to time accompanied by Meng Xiaozhou and his lawyer.

Chen Feng sold a lot of songs here at the price of US $1 million to US $2 million. With the continuous production of these works, he will continue to generate separate revenue in the future.

At that time, the US dollars he took were not transferred to China, but he found a bank here for local custody.

This part of the money is very simple and belongs to his personal creation, that is, private property, which has nothing to do with the equity structure of Xingfeng entertainment.

Now it's convenient for him to get it at any time.

The next day, the two sides signed a contract in a friendly atmosphere, followed by the housing transaction procedures that Chen Feng was not familiar with and were all in the charge of Meng Xiaozhou, lawyer and Paul.

This part of the content does not need his personal signature. Meng Xiaozhou, who has obtained his power of attorney, can do it on his behalf.

Chen Feng lived in Hilton for three days, got out 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 official authoritative translation of SCN, new england medicine and the lancet, the connotation of Madman's conjecture version 2.0 is gradually displayed in front of the world.

Of course, the wonder and worship of the world can not bring him intuitive benefits in the short term. Chen Feng is also too lazy to brush social networks all day to see how others praise him.

It doesn't matter.

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

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

Ryan was happy and miserable.

Happiness lies in suddenly finding that he can do more. Chen Fengguang can make his heart surge by outlining the names of these projects with him.

The pain is to add new design tasks and get more land.

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

Even the wealthy Ou Guohua is a little confused. I don't know whether to follow up or dissuade.

Chen Feng threw back his hand and said, "if Uncle Ou thinks the investment scale is too large, I can temporarily bear more additional investment. I will lend some money from the working capital of Xingfeng entertainment."

Ou Guohua hesitated briefly and appropriately reduced the investment scale.

According to the calculation of Chen Feng's newly added personal investment scale, the equity structure of Xingfeng Research Institute finally became that he controlled 57%, Ouhe group 39% and Ryan 4%, which was a step closer to the 67% Chen Feng wanted.

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

He packed up and left the Hilton Hotel with regret.

When he walked out of the hotel building, he thought to himself that he was too calm. No one came to visit him for three days.

Today, Paul Powell has to be busy with the house, so it's not convenient to be his driver.

He went to the door of the hotel and greeted the next taxi, "go to the airport."

The strong and honest white driver held an OK posture, "yes, sir."

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

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

He looked at the signal bar on his mobile phone and showed a 0 signal.

He was not much surprised, but relieved and relieved.

Come on.

"Didn't you go to the airport?"

Chen Feng, sitting in the back row, asked clearly.

The driver in front didn't panic, "Mr. Chen, I'm afraid you can't go to the airport."

"Oh, where are you going?"

"Go to Monrovia Canyon Park, Mr. Chen Feng. Someone wants to see you there."

Chen Feng looked at his watch. "Then I may miss my flight. You have to compensate me for my ticket. 1239 dollars."

The driver said happily, "you are so humorous, like an American."

Chen Feng was also happy, "that's just your illusion."

Twenty minutes later, he met people who wanted to see him in a courtyard that looked like a manor but was in fact heavily guarded.

A senior agent from ABI is the general person in charge of dealing with commercial and scientific espionage in California. Of course, he is also a senior agent with little reputation but great influence.

Chen Feng begged for mercy.

"Madman's conjecture version 1.0" and the nine breakthrough projects under preparation by Xingfeng Research Institute will make people excited to a considerable extent.

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

Perhaps some people want him to run into a dead end with China's scientific research strength, so they let his behavior go and don't contact him.

But now, when he took out the madman's conjecture version 2.0 and put forward a higher goal again, everything seems no longer a fantasy.

Just like Einstein, if he said he wanted to prove the existence of God, I'm afraid someone would give him hundreds of millions of dollars in research sponsorship.

Status can change many things, which can not only make people worship, but also make people greedy.

Chen Feng gently took out the last straw that crushed the camel, which shifted some people's balance of advantages and disadvantages to another direction.

The other party's attitude is very peaceful and his smile is full of affinity, "Mr. Chen, America needs people like you. The world also needs you. Join us and work together for the country with the most freedom, prosperity, innovation and respect for human rights. We will provide you with everything you want, the best financial resources, the best scientific research team staffing and the best security measures. You can create a world for the world If you create more wealth, you can get more wealth. "

Chen Feng took a sip of coffee in front of him and seemed to say to himself, "but I don't like coffee. I like the Dahongpao of Wuyishan mother tree. You can't buy it here."

"Huh?"

Chen Feng put down his glass. "Then, can you tell me who will sponsor me? Who will I serve? Who will I make money for? Walton family? Koch family? DuPont Buffett? Murdoch? Or the famous Rockefeller family? Or all?"

He smiled gently, but the problem went straight to the heart.

The other side was silent.

Chen Feng added, "don't you think it's self contradictory to talk about freedom and human rights with me while trying to force me to stay? Oh, I almost forgot. Since you are the leader of ABI, you must have been self anesthetized to the point of invincibility. I don't need to talk to you about this."

Obviously, Chen Feng is very different from many rich people from the other side who have been in contact with each other 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 mankind, do you believe it? Just as you advertised, I think so."

"In a word, we will keep you here. Whether you like it or not, I'm afraid you have to stay here. Next, we'll find a way to pick up your family. You're too important."

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

Boom!

In the next moment, Chen Feng moved and struck first.

……

Five minutes later, he pulled off the high-frequency electric shock gun cable that hit him.

Chen Feng looked back at the door. There were seventy or eighty strong men in suits and shoes lying on the ground.

The manor was quiet and peaceful except for the people who fell to the ground.

He returned to the senior agent who was tied into zongzi.

Chen Feng was holding a big caliber guy who had just opened the insurance. "I said you couldn't keep me."

The already white skin of the senior agent became paler and bloodless.

He only muttered, "it's impossible. Have you received military training?"

Chen Feng asked, "have you ever seen a soldier like Qiang Cheng? In history?"

As he spoke, he took the connecting wire of the electric shock gun that was not closed in his hand and played with it. The crackling current blew like firecrackers in his palm, but he was unaware of it.

The senior agent was completely silent.

Chen Feng looked back at the door again. "Let your sniper put the guy away. Yes, I'm talking about the guy in auspicious clothes and squatting on the tree. I'll give him three seconds, otherwise the first person will die here today, but it's definitely not me."

The agent was stunned.

The ambush outside is at least 200 meters away from here. They are the most professional lurks. How can they be found.

Chen Feng began the countdown.

"Three, two..."

Before he finished counting, his left hand jerked up and buckled.

Boom!

"Ah!"

A scream came from the agent's intercom.

Chen Feng slowly took back the guy and blew at the smoking hole. "Don't panic. I just saw him lie down too hard and break the branches under him. He can't die, but he's just hurt a little."