After Becoming a Little Sister

The Sansang chaebol has 26 subsidiaries, with businesses spanning more than 70 countries. There are nearly 300 legal person offices alone. The business scope covers electronics, machinery, chemistry, and finance, with nearly 20 employees.

You must know that Nanbang is not a big country with a population of 15 billion like the Republic, and their total population is only 5000 million.

Four-thousandths of the people are its employees, and the radiated influence can be imagined.

Not to mention that Sansang Electronics, as the core pillar industry of the Sansang chaebol, once accounted for 14% of the entire Nanbang's GDP in sales, it is an out-and-out giant.

The other four chaebols are also family business models. Everyone collects money and distributes money together, and they are connected with each other.

Now Dai is in charge of construction, shipbuilding, and automobiles.

GL is the development of chemical energy, electronic appliances.

KS's information communication and new materials have dominated the process of half of the CDMA era.

And the most notorious HJ who is in charge of sea, land and air logistics—the nut return incident that caused a lot of noise all over the world. The eldest daughter of the former president of HJ lost her temper because she was dissatisfied with the flight attendant serving her packed nuts. The flight attendants and pursers were called to kneel down to apologize, and they were beaten up and down. After the beating, the plane that had already taxied was ordered to return, and the flight attendants were directly driven off.

Although this incident got out of hand later, the eldest daughter of HJ had to apologize to the flight attendant, but the things after that were not so warm - who has heard the follow-up news from the flight attendant? ?

HJ's youngest daughter once wrote such a touching diary: "Children who grow up in chaebol families are not ignorant idiots. For example, I have learned to think since I was a child, and I dare to speak in front of people. People praise me for being good at work, saying that Never seen a chaebol daughter as talented as me. 』

Who is a serious person who keeps a diary, and writes out what is in his heart for others to read, is that still called a diary?

They are spoiled children, a portrayal of the second generation of Nanbang, but more often, they are the embodiment of this cancer in the normal social order.

The so-called rules are probably to provide protection for the weak.

If someone is strong enough to disobey the rules, but still maneuvers within the original rules, then he can call himself pity. This is what Nan Bang said in the movie "Parasite"-when I have money, I'll be kind too, kinder than them, super kind.

But is this the case?

Obviously, they didn't do that.

When they got rich, they became evil, more evil than most people imagined.

A child's malice may only be an annoying nonsense, but a powerful person's nonsense is enough to completely subvert the life of a normal person.

What's even more frightening is that they don't know how to restrain themselves, and instead feel that this is the proper thunder and rain.

Seeing those mighty convoys driving forward, even Mr. Huang restrained his displeasure, showing a sense of humility.

Qin Wangchuan knew a little about the chaebols in Nanbang, and whispered about the background of these people with a few companions beside him: "The Li family of Sansang, the Zheng family of the present day, the Gu Benmao family of GL, the KS family Cui’s family, and HJ’s Zhao’s family, the people here today are really amazing..."

In comparison, consortia such as CJ or Taiyu should be classified as the second echelon of the South Ball.

The gate of Busan Manor is very spacious, but no matter how spacious it is, it cannot accommodate the convoy of the five chaebols.

Some people were forced to get out of their way, and some were politely but forcefully squeezed away by the manor's security team to keep the passageway wide, while the invited reporters frantically faced the mighty The convoy murdered the memory card, the light of the flash and the sound of the shutter clicked continuously, like the sound of the waves.

This is not a convoy, this is an army—this is the army of the plutocrats, their ally against the authorities.

The front car stopped, and the rear car was still halfway up the mountain. The huge red carpet was re-paved. Those so-called celebrity artists who had previously posed as if they were going to the podium were abandoned by the reporter without hesitation. .

Even they themselves avoided it skillfully and obediently, not daring to show off at such a time.

The front door of the car opened, and it was found that the eldest son Zheng of the Dai Group got out of the car, buttoned the middle button of his suit, and waved to the surrounding reporters holding cameras, showing the grandeur of a superstar.

The two girls of the SH group are a little strange: "In Nanbang, are these people so popular?"

"It's not so much the high popularity, but the high social status. In the current Nanbang, businessmen have a high status. It can even be said that it is the only upward channel in the entire Nanbang."

President Xiao Huang turned his head when he heard the sound, looked at the exchange artistes who were still pointing at the bosses, and immediately showed an angry expression: "Stop it soon!"

Qin Wangchuan didn't understand, so he asked, "Stop what?"

"Come, stand, and gaze—be in awe of these great men!"

"..."

Qin Wangchuan thinks President Xiao Huang is sick, and President Xiao Huang thinks Qin Wangchuan is an idiot.

After the two sides looked at each other for a few seconds, it seemed that because of the overheated affection spreading to disturb the wind and snow, the adult Zheng's eldest son looked over subconsciously, and glanced at a kind of artist holding a white invitation letter. Then he fixed on the SH group and raised his eyebrows.

He didn't say much, just gave his assistant a look, and then walked on the red carpet.

After more than ten seconds, the assistant came over politely but also proudly, and handed a business card to President Xiao Huang: "Are these artists from your company?"

"Yes! Yes!" President Xiao Huang nodded again and again: "What orders does Executive Zheng have? I will definitely do it!"

"Don't talk nonsense." The assistant gave him a meaningful look: "Zheng Wu didn't ask anything, it's because you think these two artists admire Zheng Zheng, so you want to visit him—do you understand what I mean? "

Of course I understand, I want to be a bitch and I want to set up a torii.

But instead of being ashamed and angry, President Xiao Huang had a ruddy radiance on his face, making his whole person brighter.

"It's like this, that's right, it's like this." He glanced at his leek field: "Then which two artists are so lucky?"

The assistant raised her finger and pointed at the SH combination, as if she ordered two crabs in the corner according to the aquarium next to it when ordering in a restaurant: "These two."

So President Xiao Huang's expression froze slightly, and his smile froze.

The assistant tore off a piece of note paper, lowered her head and said to herself: "After 11 o'clock tonight, let them wait in the hotel. No one may go, but if they go... it will be theirs." Lucky."

On the note was a hotel's phone number and room number, which showed her proficiency in driving and business.

President Xiao Huang lowered his voice slightly: "I'm really... I'm really sorry, they are not artists of our club, but come to socialize, exchange and learn..."

His voice became lower and lower, until finally, he didn't even dare to raise his eyes to meet the assistant's.

The post-it note handed out by the assistant lady stopped in the air, and then let out a chuckle of "heh--", but did not take it back.

"It's okay, you can convince them." The assistant took President Xiao Huang's hand, gently and irrefutably placed the paper in his palm, and her tone became softer: "No one can refuse this invitation, No, I'll say it again, it's your honor, and it's also their luck."

After finishing speaking, the assistant lady walked away without looking back, and quickly walked into the manor along the edge of the red carpet, following behind Executive Zheng.

At the gate of the huge manor, the red carpet was laid all the way to the gate of the main hall, and the bright light engulfed their figures like a kingdom of heaven.

Correspondingly, these 'guests' outside the gate of the manor are still waiting in the wind and snow for humility.

The big man at this moment is as high as an emperor.

Qin Wangchuan pursed his lips, the veins on his forehead burst out, and said in a deep voice, "What does she mean?!"

"What do you mean?" President Xiao Huang sighed: "What do you mean? That's what it means, don't you understand? They made a lot of money."

His expression and even his eyes didn't fake the slightest bit, the only thing he was worried about was how to convince the SH group.

Qin Wangchuan looked back at the expressions of the others in astonishment, and even the fellow artists next to him all pointed at the SH group with envy and jealousy—like the emperor's draft draft flop, and then the malice of the harem infighting bloomed.

Even though he had expected the so-called 'dark' entertainment industry, Qin Wangchuan didn't expect these things to be so straightforward.

The SH group couldn't understand Nanbang's language, but they seemed a little at a loss in the face of other people's expressions of displeasure. On the contrary, Xiao E, who had no sense of presence, was more calm.

No, it's not so much the silence, it's better to say it's the kind of disdain and dismissiveness of "that's it".

It was as if she had seen a bigger battle.

As the convoy moved forward, one after another the heirs of the chaebols and even the heads of the chaebols came out. When facing the heirs, the reporters often dared to raise their cameras to take pictures, and the latter would at least treat these reporters with a moderate attitude. Responses, like draft stars to maintain exposure and fame.

In the face of those who are at the helm of the family, the reporters kept secret, and even had to stagger their eyes, not daring to look directly at their faces.

The car of the Sansang chaebol is not at the end, but in the penultimate position. The first to get off is the president of the Sansang chaebol.

The leader of the Sansang chaebol.

The alliance leader of the Nanbang chaebol.

The uncrowned king who stomps the entire country's economy and trembles three times.

——Li Jianxi.

This man is not very majestic and domineering. He doesn't look like Ai Rulong, who is as deep and dignified as Yue Zhi, nor is he like Mr. Jin, who is gentle and elegant. The face showed Fang's personality.

At least it looks like this on the surface—in any case, judging from the appearance alone, this does not look like a small-bellied and sinister person, but a tough entrepreneur with a decent style.

When he got off the car, the whole Busan manor was quiet.

Those who were clamoring, cheering, waiting, and even peeping people all stopped.

Then the man raised his hand to everyone, and greeted everyone slowly with a smile: "Thank you all——"

He paused, his eyes swept over everyone, paused for a moment on the official visitor, and then turned back.

"Come to my daughter's birthday party, I hope everyone can have a good time tonight."

After speaking, he nodded slightly again to the representative of Lawyer Wen who came to represent Gwanghwamun, and walked in without any intention of talking to the other party.

In front of him were the long-awaited plutocrats who stood there quietly, as if waiting for a big brother to take the lead, and then the group of people stepped forward.

The frozen air was like a frozen glacier, until their figures were also engulfed by the brilliance from the main hall, then it flowed.

President Xiao Huang's eyes were full of uncontrollable excitement and confusion: "This is... this is the real big shot..."

Sansang's eldest son seemed a little hasty when he appeared on the stage, following behind these fathers.

The butler of the manor came to receive him in person, whispered something to him, but was interrupted by him again.

He tried his best to greet everyone with a normal look, but even the smile he squeezed out seemed a little absent-minded, and the people present also wisely didn't bother him anymore.

Obviously, this eldest son encountered some unpleasant stories.

Sansang's second son was so low-key that he followed closely behind his elder brother, and only smiled humbly in front of those flashing lights, looking very kind.

President Xiao Huang had the opportunity to catch the SH group, and began to persuasion: "Have you seen it? That's the opportunity I said! Opportunity!"

He looked at the SH group with a disgusted and resistant expression, and he was heartbroken: "What are you thinking? Do you know that this is something that many people can't ask for? Even if I fulfill the original exchange agreement and let you perform on stage tonight, But then? Huh? Then?"

He patted the palm of his left hand with the back of his right hand, and then spread it out: "Then you still ask them! Only they can hold you up!"

President Xiao Huang is not willing to use force. One is that these people are not his artists, and the other is that if the other party agrees, they will sleep in the bed of the eldest son of the Zheng family tonight.

It's not that he has never seen the power of a woman's pillow wind.

If the SH group readily agrees, he can even put on a flattering face without any psychological barriers, serving them like he is serving his aunts.

This may be the epitome of this deformed society, tormenting everyone like a purgatory, turning those useless self-esteem or morality into dross and ashes, filling it into the increasingly fertile silt, and blooming flowers called evil.

The last convoy was the HJ chaebol, but some accident happened, and there was a slight noise.

Everyone looked over, and it turned out that a girl in a little princess dress was following her parents, pointing to the outfit of the princess HJ. Unfortunately, her mother was wearing the same shoes as the princess HJ.

Attacking, scolding, and even humiliating for no reason - she asked the other party to go back, and she took off her shoes and then rolled.

In the face of humiliation, it is a matter of fighting for reason, but it is of no use. The dispute between the two sides turned into a unilateral bullying, and in the end, the eldest princess of the HJ chaebol brandished her bag, like beating a servant Hit the woman, even kicked her daughter aside.

When she calmed down, she threw the blood-stained bag aside in disdain, and no one stopped her.

The noise gradually subsided, some people didn't care, some timidly looked away, and some muttered with contempt on their faces.