Wang Ye's foodie farm concubine

Chapter 3601 Angry
This group of people made enough money at home, then transferred all their assets abroad, and even changed their entire family's nationality to a foreign country.

There are also people who make money from people in their own country and eventually donate it to foreign countries, saying that it was their own choice.

Of course, that is indeed his own choice. It is his freedom to donate the money he earns to whomever he wants.

Yuyao just wants to say that it is indeed people's freedom.

She then makes money from them and lets the funds flow back into the country. This is also her freedom.

When negotiating business with this group of people, Yuyao used her skills to the extreme. Even if she didn't come forward, she would teach the methods to her subordinates who were negotiating with them.

"This money does not need to be transferred back to the country, it can be transferred directly to the island country through the financial market."

With this funding in place, another of her plans can now be implemented.

Zhang Yingfeng looked at the latest news sent by his boss and could not suppress his excitement.

The boss briefly told him about this plan before, and I remember that his blood boiled after hearing the decision.

The action was about to begin now, and he was in charge, which made the Chinese blood in his body immediately excited.

His dislike for the island country seemed to have existed since he was very young, and that feeling seemed to be engraved in his bones.

Especially in recent years, when he saw that some young Chinese people had ignored the past history and watched the culture related to the island country eroding China, he felt indescribably angry.

Now he is about to bring Chinese culture to the island countries and let them experience the cultural charm of China for thousands of years.

"Boss, where should I choose the position?"

Yuyao opened the map of the island country and looked at the marks that had been drawn on it.

"With the Soul-Calling Club as the center of the circle and surrounded by it, we not only want to let the current island people know about it, but also let their ancestors listen to the music of our country."

Zhang Yingfeng looked at the place given by his boss and sprayed a sip of tea on the computer screen.

Looking at the water stains on the screen, he quickly pulled out some toilet paper and wiped it.

I really can't blame him for this.

The main reason is that his boss chose this position too well!
It doesn't matter if he doesn't admire it.

He had known about that spiritual club for a long time. There were a group of ghosts enshrined in it. They were all ghosts whose hands were stained with the blood of Chinese people and martyrs. It made people angry just to look at it.

What is even more irritating is the distorted narrative of past history.

But nowadays, many young people in China have forgotten the bloody history and have gone to the Spiritualist Club to check in.

There is even a commercial street full of island elements opened in China, where a group of Chinese young people wear island costumes to take photos and check in.

Less than a hundred years have passed since the sacrifices of our ancestors. People of this generation are stepping on the peace that their ancestors fought for with their own blood and shouting welcome to the islanders.

The sacrifices of 2000 million people, and the bloody scars of the past have not yet been completely healed, and some people have already forgotten the past.

He also talked about the need to be rational and patriotic, whitewashing it as just a tourist attraction, excitedly holding up his mobile phone and saying to the camera that it was just the inevitable result of economic globalization.

We must treat other cultures with tolerance.

Whenever he saw these people, he wanted to push them directly into the memorial halls to take a good look at the compatriots who died tragically.

Their lives were too comfortable, and the country protected them so well that their bones were all weak.

(End of this chapter)