Dong Qiangqiang's Story of Leaving Germany

Chapter 1055 1055. Chinese Week (41)

Ji Fengping asked curiously, "If all the performance companies give, how much should each company give?"

"Just like the lion dance, 400 (Euros) per family, treated equally. We've already given money to the lion dance, so there's no need to give more." To be fair, Dong Qiangqiang feels that 400 Euros is a bit too little, but if it's more, the funds of the preparatory group may be tight, and at the same time, the amount of money donated to the country will be reduced.

"What do everyone think?" Zheng Chunhua had already packed her schoolbag and stood up, but after hearing Dong Qiangqiang's words, she sat down again.

"If each company gets 400 (Euros), there are four items: music, Chinese medicine, cheongsam, and Chinese. No, no, there were other performances after the music performance yesterday, and there will be additional items after the cheongsam tomorrow. So, at least six companies have to get it, which is... 2400 (Euros). Do we have any money left?" Zhao Ke calculated all the way and found that the funds that were originally in surplus were suddenly insufficient. He looked at Zheng Chunhua for help and asked half-jokingly and half-resentingly, "If you talk to Boss Li again, can he return the remaining 2000 to us?"

"No need to ask for more money from them," Dong Qiangqiang said calmly, "The money Wanfu gave plus the money we raised is more than enough."

After dealing with Lao Bai and Lei Lanting for a long time, Dong Qiangqiang has a mature and rational understanding of things like dividing money: if there are many people and little money, what people care about most is not the little money they get, but the fact that it is not the little money they get but the inequality of the money. If everyone has the same amount of money, there will definitely be no disputes or wrangling. The only thing people will be afraid of is that some people get more and some get less.

"We can't divide it all up." Zhao Ke was still muttering there.

Ji Fengping kicked Zhao Ke under the table when no one was paying attention and gave him a look, signaling him to stop talking nonsense. Zhao Ke rolled his eyes and pretended not to see it.

"If there is still money left after the six companies divide it up to support us in holding the activities in the next two days, I will agree to the division. Dong Qiangqiang is right, we should treat everyone equally." Fang Shuang raised his hand, and his sleeves quietly slipped down, revealing his white arms like lotus roots, "I agree."

"I agree too." Seeing Fang Shuang express his opinion, Gu Xin also slowly raised his hand.

"What about you two?" Zheng Chunhua looked at Ji Fengping and Zhao Ke, asking, "Do you both agree to split up?"

"I don't agree." Zhao Ke frowned and said angrily, "If we really treat everyone equally, then everyone should get a share. Not only the performers get the money, but we all do all the dirty and tiring work. Everyone keeps watch at night, and Fang Shuang gets up early every morning to watch. Even if we don't have any credit, we have worked hard. If we don't get paid, that's fine, but since others have money, then everyone should get a share. This is true fairness."

"I also... agree with Dong Qiangqiang's suggestion." Ji Fengping thought for a moment, without looking at Zhao Ke, and replied slowly.

Ji Fengping admired and recognized Dong Qiangqiang's comprehensive ability in this China Week. In the final analysis, it was because Dong Qiangqiang first found Wanfu that he and Zhao Ke could make a profit by working for Wanfu. He also felt that Dong Qiangqiang's proposal to share the money with the performers was reasonable and there was nothing wrong with it. He Yangjin and others drove south from Hanover. Even if the performance was free, wasn't their time money? Wasn't the round-trip gasoline free? Wang Shunan took a train from the far north of Germany to support China Week. He didn't make any requests from beginning to end. He came and went quietly. Although they didn't say anything, they had Dong Qiangqiang's face, but did that mean we should pretend to be stupid? He didn't understand why Zhao Ke was so stubborn now, and he was a little worried that his buddy would offend everyone because of this.

"You..." Zhao Ke didn't expect Ji Fengping to have a different opinion from him.

"What do you mean? Speak properly." Ji Fengping kept winking at Zhao Ke.

Four votes in favor and one vote against. Even if Zheng Chunhua also opposed, the result was still a foregone conclusion. Seeing this, Dong Qiangqiang was too lazy to argue with Zhao Ke anymore. He only asked her out of respect for Zheng Chunhua: "What about you? What do you think?"

Zheng Chunhua smiled and said, "I mentioned before that no one has a veto, but I broke the rules today and rejected Boss Li's good intentions. It would be inappropriate to go against the will of the majority now. Let's stick to the old rule of minority obeying majority. This is settled. I have no objection to 400 per family. Fang Shuang will go back to keep accounts and transfer money, and Gu Xin will record the voting results."

The girls nodded in agreement.

"So, I demand that every member of the preparatory group be paid for their work," Zhao Ke rolled his eyes and thought of a plan after seeing that his objection was ineffective. "Since Dong Qiangqiang can request a vote, can I do the same?"

"Old Zhao," Ji Fengping advised earnestly, "We agreed before that this time we are volunteers and will not receive any compensation. How come you forgot?"

This sentence seems to be a reminder and also a warning.

"It's a different time now," Zhao Ke was too guilty to look at Ji Fengping and Dong Qiangqiang, he just stared at Zheng Chunhua and asked aggressively, "Can I also ask everyone to vote?" "Of course, every member can." Zheng Chunhua glanced at Dong Qiangqiang calmly, "Then you should express your opinion first this time, do you agree or disagree with Zhao Ke's proposal?"

"I think what Zhao Ke said can be considered as long as it does not affect the smooth progress of China Week," Dong Qiangqiang answered without hesitation, "but not now, but after China Week ends."

  Money is a good thing, who can resist money?

Everyone, including Zhao Ke, was stunned. He thought Dong Qiangqiang would object, and Zheng Chunhua even more so.

"So you agree?" Zheng Chunhua confirmed again as if she didn't believe it.

Dong Qiangqiang knew very well that he didn't need to reject Zhao Ke's suggestion because Zheng Chunhua would oppose it. The reason why Zheng Chunhua agreed with him against Zhao Ke was that his suggestion had nothing to do with personal gain, while Zhao Ke's suggestion had selfish elements. The nature of the suggestions of both parties was different. And even if his suggestion had no selfish elements, he didn't choose to make demands right away because the effect of the lecture and the funding were unknown at the time. But now the performance has won everyone's praise, and Wanfu is so supportive, so why not pay the performers? Not paying is unreasonable.

The so-called justice lies in the hearts of the people.

It was late at night when Dong Qiangqiang got home.

The corridor was very quiet. Through the faint light coming through the crack in the door, Dong Qiangqiang knew that his neighbor was not asleep either.

He opened the door quietly, put down his schoolbag and did not rush to wash up. Instead, he took out a can of coffee from his bag, opened the lid neatly, pushed open the balcony door, and walked out.

The night outside was as cold as water. He looked up at the night sky. The stars that he could still see when he left college were gradually hiding behind the gradually thickening clouds. It might rain again tomorrow, he said to himself.

The yard was quiet, and the poultry were all asleep. The chirping of insects came from the woods outside the fence, as if calling for the arrival of summer. The breeze with the fragrance of flowers brushed his cheeks, reminding him that although it was summer, the coolness on the mountainside should not be underestimated. Even the slight sleepiness melted away in the cool wind. He was too lazy to go back to the house to put on a coat. He just took a sip of the drink in his hand, stared at the black silhouette of the ridge in the distance for a while, and then turned around to look at the house that was separated from him by a wall and shared the same balcony.

The curtains of that room were printed with a humorous picture of a panda eating bamboo. The curtains were drawn tightly, and one could not see inside the room at all. Through the curtains, one could only see the position of the stage lamp behind the curtains and a vague figure next to the desk lamp, but the person in the room did not come out to greet him.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of coming out, Dong Qiangqiang smiled and went straight back into the house. He opened the balcony door wide and fixed the mosquito screen. Then he enjoyed the night breeze, the chirping of insects, and the beauty of reading at night while drinking coffee. If he didn't read for a day, he would not be able to sleep well.

Lao Bai, who was sitting in the house, heard everything clearly from the moment Dong Qiangqiang arrived home to the moment he walked onto the balcony and returned to the house. However, he did not have time to chat with Dong Qiangqiang. If he could not design an ideal travel plan based on past data as soon as possible, the wonderful gross profit figures would certainly not come to him automatically.

Although he didn't know that the investors had started thinking about replacing him, he was sure that Xu Tongying would not call Dong Qiangqiang for no reason. The other party must have grasped some changes to make such a move. He vaguely felt that this change was an opportunity in his favor, but he had no evidence and could only attribute it to his intuition. But no matter what, if the investors and shareholders could really consider his plan and stop hindering him in every way, Lebai might still have a chance of survival. He was still the general manager of Lebai and he didn't want to miss this opportunity.

Under the same starry sky, Feng Chong was buried in a table full of materials, writing furiously and constantly optimizing his speech copy. The success of He Yangjin and Wang Shunan stimulated him, and he hoped that he could do better than the two girls.

In a dark corner of a downtown bar, other second-generation rich were toasting and talking, while their girlfriends were whispering to one another. Liao Cheng stared at the three words "Dong Qiangqiang" on his phone in a daze. Dong Qiangqiang had said he would call, but the call hadn't come yet. He wanted to urge him but didn't want to.

He Yangjin received a money transfer text message late at night and was surprised. Despite the late hour, she called Dong Qiangqiang to thank him. After hanging up the phone, she looked at Lei Lanting, who was drunk and snoring beside her, and sighed in disappointment.

Duanmu walked out slowly from the smoky bathroom in a bathrobe, wiped the fog off his glasses with a lens cloth, took the steaming cup of coffee handed to him by his girlfriend Ye Ying, sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and leisurely read the bullish report on Volkswagen from Wall Street that his girlfriend had printed out.

The return ticket that Dong Qiangqiang booked for Wang Shunan was a single compartment. The carriage was very quiet. Wang Shunan was completely immersed in the ocean of books. The buzzing sound from the friction between the train wheels and the rails completely covered up the alert sound of the mobile phone text messages.

An Air China plane drew a beautiful arc and landed smoothly on the runway of Frankfurt Airport.

In the dark night, Wang Shunan was not the only one taking the train north.