Chapter 521 A Real Man

At 10 a.m. on July 20, the academic exchange delegation headed by the Academy of Engineering, accompanied by the relevant departments of science, education, culture, health and international affairs of the Songjiang Municipal Government, welcomed the Argentine academic exchange delegation headed by Ray Crawford at the airport.

The CCTV people were also very busy, after all, this was to be broadcast on the international news channel.

Several domestic engineering masters related to seismology came, including old, middle-aged and young people.

In addition, scholars related to control engineering also participated in the welcoming activities. An Duxiu was actually related to control systems, but he was not familiar with MIT, so he did not come to join in the fun in the end.

It’s enough for Zhang Haonan to go.

Unlike the people around him who were all smiling, Boss Zhang wore a pair of frog sunglasses and stood in the queue like a bodyguard. In short, the deputy mayor of Songjiang felt quite safe.

“Wow, I didn’t expect you to be so respected in China, Ray.”

When getting off the plane, an old man with golden hair saw the red carpet at the airport. He was excited at the time and envied to the extreme: This is it, this is it, this is what I want!

"Everyone here is a genius, Tang."

Finally landing, the old man was in good spirits. He smiled and greeted a few old friends, and then saw an old man coming from Chang'an, and asked happily: "How is Sean's health?"

"Still very healthy, Mr. Crawford."

"Just call me 'Lei'."

Zhang Haonan was confused and whispered to the deputy mayor next to him, "Who is Sean?"

"Mr. Qian."

"..."

My level is low.

At this moment, Boss Zhang once again felt like he was eighteen years old, standing like a minion.

But it was just a moment, anyway, I was a liberal arts student, I didn't need to understand any control system theory.

Besides, the golden-haired old man not far away was also standing behind like a minion, not much better than me, and he was still the commander of America many years later.

The two were of similar height, and Chuanbo was a little taller than Zhang Haonan, but when they passed by, the golden-haired old man saw Zhang Haonan's broad shoulders and two arms, and directly gave a thumbs up with both hands.

It was considered a greeting.

"Sir, according to the list, he is the 'God of Wealth'."

"Are you kidding?!"

The golden-haired old man turned his head and looked at his assistant, then at Zhang Haonan, who grinned at him and said in a loud voice: "Welcome to China, Mr. Chuanpu."

"..."

The news media did not dare to show off for this kind of "team building" in the academic circle of the master level. They took pictures quickly and then bent their waists to avoid a lot of cameras and walked away.

Ray Crawford is old, and he asked others to wait for reporters to take pictures. I guess the academicians of the Academy of Engineering can drive armored vehicles to flatten the reporter's unit.

When entering the relaxed stage, there were no more red tape in Xishan Hotel. They ate and drank as they should. Ray Crawford even followed a few people from Chang'an to soak their feet and drink tea.

As for the golden-haired old man, he chatted with Zhang Haonan as soon as possible. Before Zhang Haonan boasted about how awesome his investment was, the golden-haired old man boasted first.

"Do you know how much money I invested in the Trump Tower? One million dollars, just one million dollars. I am simply a genius. Most people cannot grasp this opportunity. And I, with extremely keen insight, completed this unprecedented real estate investment."

"..."

"No one knows more about real estate in the metropolis than me."

"..."

Looking at his gestures, Zhang Haonan wanted to give him an accordion.

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, Zhang Haonan was a very qualified listener. The golden-haired old man not only boasted happily, but also received praise from the "God of Wealth".

Of course, Zhang Haonan did not expose the fact that he actually invested eight million dollars.

Similarly, Zhang Haonan did not point out that the high-rise functional modification project of the "Chuanpu Building" was stalled.

After all, he still likes "Home Alone".

However, the content of the subsequent chat caught people off guard. The golden-haired old man frantically showed Zhang Haonan a photo of a girl named "Ivanka".

Twelve years old, thirteen years old, fourteen years old...

This is the daughter of the golden-haired old man. He kept praising her repeatedly. After Zhang Haonan took a look, he also showed the golden-haired old man a photo of his daughter.

"She is very smart, very opinionated, and very imaginative. I believe she will become a great mechanical engineer in the future."

"Engineer? Why not an artist?"

"Mr. Chuanpu, look around, there are engineers here, and they are all great engineers."

"Call me Donald."

"OK."

The two chatted quite well, but the golden-haired old man immediately had a doubt, "Is this your son next to him?"

"Yes, he is very focused. Maybe not as smart as his sister, but he is indeed very focused. Maybe he can become an artist."

"Shouldn't artists have imagination?"

"I have money."

"Aha...that's right!"

The golden-haired old man stretched out his finger, smiled and nodded, then happily raised his glass and clinked it with Zhang Haonan.

"Can I call you 'Siegel'?"

"No problem, my European partners call me that anyway."

"I thought it was only Mozger's people."

"No, whether it's Bela Ross or Kiev Ross, they all call me that. Londoners call me that now, and my gaming business partner in Germany... is from Warsaw, and he calls me that now."

"Your business is great."

"After all, it's the 'sweet period' now, and maybe I'll quit in the future."

"Can I still do mobile device business? I mean, the main purpose of my coming here this time is to start business in China. My original plan was hotels, and of course it would be best if it was related to real estate. But now I need a point of entry."

"Why not take the mobile phones made in China and sell them to Mozg? Then you build a brand building or hotel, and the Eastern European market will be in front of you."

"But it's hard to get in. To be honest, I'm not Hollywood or a Coke producer. It's not that easy to deal with Mozg."

"Sometimes there may be only a door between difficulty and simplicity, Donald. You just need to find the key to open that door, the right key."

"..."

Watching Zhang Haonan pretending to be cool, Chuanfu didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Although he didn't find out clearly about Zhang Haonan's influence on Ross, he was very sure that SF Group had a very sticky business model.

The owner of SF Group is the strong Chinese man in front of him.

Very mysterious and pretentious.

But he had a good impression and felt that he could cooperate with him because when he saw the photo of his daughter, he sincerely admired "Ivanka" for her beauty.

Because they could not participate in academic topics, the two of them put down the champagne and each took a can of Coke to drink.

Coke cost 10.80 yuan per can, a total of six cans.

In addition to money, the "keen" insight made the golden-haired old man feel that he could talk about women. He crossed his legs and relaxed on the sofa, saying in a very proud tone: "Do you know? The Slavic woman with a healthy body, good artistic accomplishment and spiritual pursuit is simply perfect, very perfect..."

"I don't study art, but I like big breasts."

"..."

Chuanfu almost sprayed Coke out of his nostrils. He never expected that this Chinese would be so frank.

No, this is honesty and noble character.

The two did not need an interpreter. Chuanfu's assistant actually wanted to come over, but was stopped.

"Maybe we can make a little money first, Donald."

"How much?"

"Whatever, 100,000 or 200,000 US dollars, it's just a game, a small game, no need to be so serious."

"Are you investing in real estate?"

"How about stocks?"

"Zhang Haonan smiled and said, "My stock returns in Hong Kong are not bad, and I have also made a little profit in Frankfurt, Paris and London, but they are all long-term holdings, so I can't play small games."

"I am no longer obsessed with short-term operations in the stock market."

"It's a gift, Donald. I let you see my business sense, and you, through this small gift, decide whether to cooperate in depth." Zhang Haonan took a sip of Coke, then smiled and said, "In fact, I have no interest in mobile communication terminals, but because I owe some engineers a favor, I have to solve some employment problems, you know, politicians' things."

"Ah, that's right, employment, taxation, welfare, economy, charity activities, blah blah... You always have to deal with these in the business world, I can understand."

The golden-haired old man then turned sideways and asked curiously, "Do you really have a way to sell mobile phones to Mozge and get the qualification to build a brand building?"

"If I say I can attend the Kremlin dinner, Tang, would you think I'm kidding?"

Zhang Haonan asked instead of answering, smiling.

"Tell me about this game. I'm very interested!"

"I have a good relationship with our country's overseas investment companies. I have a sum of euros in my hands, about 50 or 60 million."

"Wow!"

"I will buy put options in New York through the overseas investment institutions of Gezhouba Group..."

"..."

Zhang Haonan smiled and said, "Don't worry, the member of the Wall Street Financial Derivatives Hall of Fame will be our trader. It's just a small investment, 100,000 US dollars. If the return is good, then I believe you will recognize my investment sense."

This made the golden-haired old man feel very happy. He felt that "Siegel" of SF Group respected him very much. This kind of respect was completely different from the debate on TV.

This is the recognition from an oriental strongman.

That's it, that's the feeling.

"Siegel, do you know that Eastern European women can have big breasts?"

Raising his eyebrows, the golden-haired old man pointed his finger and smiled playfully.

"Well, Tang, do you know that every year, every month, every day, there will be different resumes of Slavic women in my email? I have detailed information on 20,000 Eastern European beauties."

"Wang, De, Fa..."

At this moment, the blond old man was extremely shocked, but the envy in his eyes was almost physical.

After a very friendly exchange between the two, it was finally time for dinner. Ray Crawford was very happy to come over and ask how the conversation went. The blond old man said happily: "Zhang is very talkative and respects me very much. You know, Ray, this is the kind of appreciation between smart investors. He praised my efficiency in investing in Trump Tower very much. We had a pleasant chat, and he thought Ivanka was very beautiful, very, very beautiful. He also talked to me about his family. He has a pair of twin children. The daughter is very smart and the son is very focused..."

Ray Crawford's old face was full of disbelief, "Tang, are you really just talking about these?"

"Siegel, oh, it's Zhang. He plans to give me a small gift. You know, it's a small game between investors. Maybe it won't be long before we establish a business partnership. But Ray, you really should talk to him. He said that everyone present is a great engineer."

"Then he is a really good boy."

"Boy?"

The blond old man suddenly looked very puzzled, even a little like a grimace.

"He's only 21 years old, Tang."

"???????"

The golden-haired old man standing there was suddenly stunned, then turned around and found Zhang Haonan who was chatting with local officials not far away.

"Wang, De, Fa... 21 years old? Don't Chinese people look young?"

The golden-haired old man, who was a little messy in the wind, suddenly felt that this trip to China... became magical.

However, this was only the first day of contact, and all kinds of exchanges were indeed just friendly exchanges of human feelings. If there is any substantial progress, formal business negotiations need to be started.

But there is one thing the golden-haired old man firmly believes: a man who likes big breasts must be a real man.