Chapter 83 On TV? (Excessive Chapter)

"What do you mean?" Yang Cheng wanted to know the attitude of the Americans or the wealthy class toward Trump without God's perspective. He had read many discourses in his previous life, and the comments were polarized. He was loved by the people, and some said that the people hated him very much, but the rich and powerful regarded him as a treasure.

Yang Sen took another sip of his cigar, leaned on the bookshelf, and began to teach his son, "Trump's personality aside, he has an advantage over others in running for president. He has popularity, which is very important. Many people who have votes Citizens actually don’t care about politics. They just listen to a few speeches by the candidates when it’s their turn, and vote for the candidate whose policies they agree with. What’s more, they don’t even listen to the speeches. They just rely on impressions. , At this time, the reputation of the candidate is very important."

Yang Cheng nodded to express his understanding. This is also the disadvantage of democratic elections. The key votes that really determine whether to reach the top are not in the hands of ordinary people. Then Yang Sen said,

"Fame is one aspect, and Trump himself is a rich man is another advantage. His own wealth means that he does not need to be bothered by donations like other candidates. His connections can easily win votes. He is an elite supporter, which also means that he can spend a lot of money to win over voters, especially disadvantaged groups who value practical interests, for example, he can spend his own money to repair streetlights in a poorer area."

After taking a breath, he poured a glass of whiskey and a cigar, and continued,

"In the end, Trump is a businessman, and what he is best at is the exchange of benefits. As long as he can give satisfactory benefits to all parties and win the support of, for example, Wall Street, his chances of being elected will at least double."

Yang Cheng crossed his legs and asked puzzledly, "Isn't it too early for him to start planning now?"

Yang Sen shook his head, "It's not early at all. You have to determine feasible campaign themes and slogans, right? You have to write speeches and policy stance drafts? These drafts are not formed at one time, but have to be revised several times.

You also have to enlist the formal support of influential individuals and organizations; recruit full-time staff and volunteers; hire pollsters and consultants; create your own exposure, gain favor with the media, etc. Time to declare your election. "

After thinking about it, he added a sentence, "You can't wait until you announce your candidacy before doing these tasks. There are only a few experienced campaign PR teams. If you don't make a reservation first, someone else will snatch it away."

Yang Cheng's head got dizzy when he heard that running for the presidency is really not something that ordinary people can play.

"So you are optimistic about Trump's election?" Yang Cheng finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

Yang Sen laughed, put down his cigar, and made a stretching motion, "It doesn't matter whether I think it's good or not, there are not a few of those big favorites who were overthrown at the last second, and if the Yang family really enters the field, they must win. We only have one chance !"

Patted Yang Cheng on the shoulder, "Go and rest first, I have to think about this matter carefully, I can't make a decision with a slap on the head, if Jerry Kushler asks you again, you will delay, don't agree or refuse, we Let’s also come up with a trick, if you don’t see a rabbit, don’t scatter eagles, as long as the benefits are in place, why not let the Yang family fight with him?”

After speaking, Yang Sen yawned and walked out of the study room, only the cigar on the ashtray was still flickering. . .

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On the first day of August, God was not in a good mood. It was dark and dark. Yang Cheng was awakened by the rumbling thunder in the morning. It fell from the sky and hit the glass with a crackling sound.

This kind of windy and cloudy weather, thunder and lightning, and stormy weather, even sitting at home, can feel the ground shaking, especially the high-rise where the Yang family is located, the thick black clouds are like thousands of troops approaching the city. overhead,

The breathtaking momentum made people feel chest tight, and the big trees in Central Park were blown to this side by the strong wind, and they were on the verge of falling.

I looked at the time and it was only 7:30, and I wanted to go back to sleep again, but I couldn't fall asleep because of the lightning and thunder, so I simply lifted the quilt and stopped sleeping.

Went to the bathroom to take a shower, didn't wipe her hair, was covered in water, wore underwear and put on a pair of pajamas and walked out of the bedroom. The pajamas of the three members of the Yang family are of the same style, and each has several different colors. Yang Cheng is wearing green now, um, Dark green, no hat!

Coming down the stairs, Old John hurried out of the laundry room holding a dry-cleaned black suit, "Morning, Old John."

"Morning Jason, the weather is terrible today." Old John stopped and waited for Yang Cheng to walk to the restaurant together.

"Yeah, what a bad day, what are you doing?" Yang Cheng nodded in agreement, pointing at the suit and asking.

"Oh, there is a stain on the suit, and it can't be cleaned at home, so it has to be sent outside for cleaning." When Old John explained, the two had already arrived at the restaurant.

"Good morning, Mom and Dad." Yang Cheng asked early, sat next to Liu Yun, and wiped her hands with a warm and wet napkin.

"Morning, aren't you going out today?" Liu Yun was also wearing pajamas, sipping coffee lazily, her plain face still dignified.

Yang Cheng looked at a table of breakfast and shook his head, "If you don't go out, what is today's anniversary? Have so many breakfasts?"

Yang Sen put down the fork, covered his face with his hands, so as not to let his mother see his expression, and replied speechlessly, "Your mother is in a good mood today, please treat the whole family to breakfast."

"Pfft..." Yang Cheng laughed, "Mom, you are too stingy, and it's hard to invite another guest, so why don't you just have breakfast?"

Liu Yun picked up a piece of cake toast, tore it off and put it into her mouth, with a successful expression, she hummed softly, "Hmph, it's a bad weekend today, the chef is home on leave, and I'm too lazy to cook, the three of us invite Meal."

Yang Cheng is also drunk, mom is having fun on the big weekend.

He randomly picked a lunch box and opened it, "Oh, Ritz-Carlton's Eggs Benedict with vanilla maple syrup and ham."

Open another box, "Hey, Mandarin Oriental's Shrimp and Fish Porridge and Shaomai."

"Holy shit, St. Regis' smoked herring steak."

Like talking about cross talk, Yang Cheng opened a box and reported the names of the dishes, and finally drank a mouthful of porridge, hiccupped comfortably and complained, "Mom, did you make the whole Manhattan breakfast round?"

"So much nonsense, why don't you say I picked it up? Eat yours quickly." Liu Yun stuffed the half-eaten cake into Yang Cheng's mouth, stood up beautifully and hammered his waist, "I'm full, your grandpa Let's eat slowly, and I'll make an appointment for a spa later, so don't bother me if you have nothing to do, by the way, I want to eat Japanese food at noon."

Mom groaned comfortably and went back upstairs. Yang Cheng continued to fight at the dining table, chatting with Yang Sen while eating, "Dad, is there anyone in Yuanshan who doesn't need it now?"

"What people who don't use it?" Yang Sen didn't understand, and Yang Cheng's inappropriate use of the word caused a misunderstanding.

He waved his hand and swallowed the siu mai, "I was wrong, I meant Yuanshan has any capable people who have no room for development, please lend them to me."

Yang Sen was chewing on the salad, his pupils looked up as a memory, and waited for two minutes before he patted the table, "Well, let alone there is one, named Raiz Khan, 37 or 8 years old, a mixed-race Indian , has outstanding talent in management, but there is no suitable position in Yuanshan, and he is currently the deputy leader of the second investment team, Qu Caile."

Yang Cheng became interested, "Indian?" Now it is very popular for world-renowned multinational companies to find Indian or Indian CEOs to manage the company. The CEOs of companies such as Unilever, MasterCard, McKinsey, and PepsiCo are all Indian.

Why are Indian executives particularly popular?

One is that their mother tongue is English. Well, some people will laugh at the curry accent, but in fact, their English is Western-style, which is a difficult gap for people who grew up in country Z;

The second is India's unique bureaucratic system, which allows executives to develop the ability to adapt to changes. In other words, they are very adaptable and can adapt to any place. They will not complain about the local environment, but use similar methods to integrate.

The third is that their ambitions are relatively small, and the board of directors can easily control them, that is, they are obedient, and they can do whatever they are asked to do, and they will not be self-righteous and make moths.

So as soon as Yang Cheng heard that he was of Indian origin, he first raised his score to 80 points. It must be no problem to get Yang Sen's appreciation ability. There is an executive who is not pleasing to the eye to take care of assets for him.

"Can you call him here?" Yang Cheng couldn't wait any longer, as if he would fly away if he waited a second longer.

"What are you doing? Are you in such a hurry? You don't even look at the weather." Yang Sen asked inexplicably.

Yang Cheng turned his head subconsciously, and the rainwater fell in a line on the glass curtain wall, almost forming a waterfall.

"I am going to set up a holding company to centrally manage the projects I have invested in." This bad weather has not been encountered for a long time, and it is useless to worry.

Yang Sen agreed, "Well, this is a good idea. I'll call Elena and ask her to arrange for Riz to come home after the rain stops."

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At noon, the Yang family ate light Japanese food according to the instructions of the Queen Mother, Lafayette. Yang Cheng quickly paid the bill. In the words of his mother, if he had a big meal in the evening, the owner had to pay for it. The family teased each other. Have fun and enjoy family happiness.

The torrential rain did not last long, the amount of rain gradually decreased, the wind weakened, and the black clouds dispersed, but the sun still did not appear, the sky was gray, and the drizzle fell with the breeze.

Both Yang Sen and Liu Yun went upstairs to take a nap, only Yang Cheng was lying on the sofa in the living room, flicking the remote control boredly.

It happened to be dialed to NBC, and the Jimmy Tonight Show was being replayed on TV, and the interview guest of this issue was Miranda Kerr who had spent many glamorous nights with Yang Cheng.

At the same time, Yang Cheng suddenly understood why so many passers-by looked at him strangely when he was exercising in Central Park the morning before yesterday in the photo displayed by the program team in the upper right corner of the TV screen.

"Is this how I got on TV?"