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CEO Cheng was full of sincerity, and Mi’er understood the role he was to play, as did Sun Dongxin.

“Ha, yes, I am very much looking forward to OC’s cooperation with Dongxin.”

Cheng Daqi started eating his Buddha Jumps Over the Wall as Sun Dongxin took over the conversation.

“We can start the inspection tomorrow morning.

I have selected seven enterprises for you, spread across two provinces and four cities, all capable of full chain integration in cosmetic production.

To put it modestly, each of these seven enterprises could produce ninety-nine percent of the world’s existing cosmetic product categories.”

Cheng Daqi and his companions switched to communicating in English, completely excluding Zhao Ying from the conversation.

She just sat awkwardly to the side, trying hard to squeeze out a smile on her face.

At this moment, she began to feel a sense of bitterness—she was nervous during the deal, excited after it was completed, and relaxed when laid bare.

Now, her heart couldn’t help feeling weak and sorrowful.

It wasn’t wrong to acknowledge the Darwinian logic of survival of the fittest, but what was terrifying is that the world of the strong doesn’t need valueless vassals.

Does having the ability to dance or possessing other skills count as having value?

The answer to this question isn’t important, because those who are commodified by capital are ultimately just products.

Those who commodify themselves invariably encounter moments when their value system is shattered, and Zhao Ying’s current sentiment may be, to some extent, a case of asking for it.

Three capitalists conversing in English, and a bystander who doesn’t understand the language—the apparent difference seems to be the language.

In reality, what separates Zhao Ying from Cheng Daqi and the others isn’t a language but the stark rules of the capitalist world—those who commodify themselves are merely products, without the right to compete with capitalists.

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“Brother Sun, we have a general direction for the cooperation with OC.

Since you’ll be dealing with the product supply issues for Shanhaiguan and MAS, it won’t be difficult to resolve.

Congratulations, I’ll toast to that.

Here’s to Dongxin getting better and better, not only reaching out to the world but also having a revenue of hundreds of billions, trillions of dollars, hahaha.”

“Xiao Cheng, your trillions of dollars is a bit too high, too high, but as for me, an old steed in the stable still aspiring for the great distance, it’s just right!”

An old steed in the stable still aspiring for the great distance—Sun Dongxin’s mediocre Chinese was so amusing that Cheng Daqi almost couldn’t contain himself.

“Brother Sun, actually, I have another matter, that is, this matter is really tough, and I’m not sure whether we two brothers can pull it off.”

After having had their food and drinks, CEO Cheng could now discuss some truly important matters with Sun Dongxin.

The business with OC, Shanhaiguan and MAS was all routine, but the business he was about to discuss was much more complicated.

“You go ahead, I’ll help you look into it.”

Cheng Daqi had mentioned it was difficult, so of course, Sun Dongxin knew he hoped for his help, and he was very straightforward about it.

After all, MAS’s latest valuation shot up to over eight hundred million, and correspondingly, his investment in Shanhaiguan was bound to make a huge profit.

With a capable younger brother like CEO Cheng, how could Sun Dongxin not treasure him?

“Brother Sun, I want to make a variety show, a serious one, not the kind of half-baked livestream we had before.

Do you know anyone at the Fujian TV station?”

“Chan, what are you guys talking about?”

Mi’er noticed the whispering men and pulled Cheng Daqi over to ask.

“Some special cooperation.”

CEO Cheng whispered an explanation, and Mi’er understood his point—she would be filled in later.

“Xiao Cheng, tell me more about the specific type of show you have in mind.

Mainly because I don’t understand.

I’m getting old and there’s a lot of stuff you young people are into that I just don’t get.”

Creating a show wasn’t difficult, but Cheng Daqi’s sudden mention of it made Sun Dongxin worry he was aiming too high and that he himself might not be able to cover it—as long as it wasn’t too much, Brother Sun could handle it.

The Dongxin Group was one of the largest enterprises in Fujian Province, and its face value there was enormous, to an extent that Cheng Daqi found hard to imagine.

For instance, Sun Dongxin met a certain friend over a decade ago.

At the time, this friend was just a bureau chief.

Over the past decade…

Moreover, as a Confucian businessman who enjoys discussing culture, Sun Dongxin has friends from all walks of life – not just one or two.

Of course, Sun Dongxin never shares these matters with others, so it’s normal for CEO Cheng not to understand the true value of Sun Dongxin’s decades of experience in the business world.

“Our Southern Fujian is a tough place, 80 percent mountains, 10 percent water, and 10 percent farmland.

It’s been a land unconquered by military forces since ancient times.

After years of development, many areas appear to be doing well economically.

But Southern Fujian is too big, and some economically underdeveloped areas are still fighting poverty.

What I want to do is set up a scenario.

Shanhaiguan provides the people and the money, to publicize our achievements in poverty alleviation.”

Cheng Daqi spoke in riddles, which many probably couldn’t understand, but Sun Dongxin squinted his eyes.

He was very attentive to short videos, extremely attentive, so he roughly understood what Cheng Daqi wanted to do.

“Xiao Cheng, your initial intention is good, but regarding the specific form, I have a suggestion.”

Sun Dongxin paused, considering how best to phrase his thoughts.

“Dongxin has also helped several villages.

If we use Dongxin’s brand upfront and let Shanhaiguan handle the specifics, it might be more stable.”

Considering defeat before celebrating victory, Sun Dongxin pondered that Cheng Daqi might not understand the complexities of rural life.

Many things can be uncontrollable at the grassroots level.

Local greed, uncontrollable elements of the rural populace, envious individuals with ulterior motives…

The direction Cheng Daqi chose is fraught with too many unexpected factors.

Dongxin is in the TB business; reputation doesn’t really matter.

But Shanhaiguan is in the media business, where reputation is very important—especially since CEO Cheng has already been surrounded by considerable controversy.

Understanding Sun Dongxin’s point, Cheng Daqi silently pondered the intricacies of the design he had in mind for a long while before responding.

“Sun Ge, you’re right.

Dongxin is famous; Shanhaiguan provides the people.

We should choose a location close to the city, preferably with mountains and water.

If this program can be sustained for the long term, it will be effective.

Many people now live in cities and lack understanding of rural life.

They are curious, but their jobs tie them down.

There’s definitely a future for a rural-themed variety show.

My initial design is to let Shanhaiguan’s internet celebrities and randomly selected netizens participate in rural labor, life, and games to showcase the new outlook on rural construction in Hua Country.

I think, as long as we stick to this core theme, there shouldn’t be any major risks.”

“Just, Sun Ge, what about the provincial television station?”

CEO Cheng is doing this program to make money and to hedge against the risks of future scandals with “Family Treasures”—every choice comes at a price.

Using “Family Treasures” money (advertising fees) and traffic (scandal-induced popularity) comes with a cost, and potential risks from doing the program are part of that price.

Taking advantage of someone else’s fame and power means bearing the complex, uncontrollable risks that come with it.

It’s simply a matter of choice.

Cheng Daqi has the advantage of information; he knows that the odds of success in this choice he’s making are scarily high.

Sun Dongxin smiled and waved his hand dismissively.

“That’s a minor issue.

But if you really intend to do this, go all in.

We’re putting Dongxin’s name on the line.

If it ends up half-baked, you’ll owe me drinks next time, hahaha.”

Cheng Daqi pointed to Zhao Ying, who had been quietly sitting on the side all evening.

“I’m planning to bring her in as the regular host.

What do you think?”

Seeing Zhao Ying’s obedient and docile demeanor, Sun Dongxin finally fully understood what CEO Cheng had meant by his initial remark.

He remembered the girl, a spirited young lady.

Found himself a lover to help with the work, huh.

“By being orthodox, one can achieve the extraordinary.

Brilliant move!”

Sun Dongxin’s halfhearted expertise was exposed again, and CEO Cheng laughed and added,

“Hahaha, stability leads to longevity.

You are the highest of them all!”

Cheng Daqi’s flattery cost nothing, but the mutual praise between the two men was just right, reflecting each other’s thoughts tonight, hitting right at Sun Dongxin’s heart.