Chapter 346 The Nature of Competition

If anyone says that the Western market is a free market, I will give him a slap in the face.

Oh shit!

In my previous life, when I was studying, I was brainwashed about how good the market economy was, how superior the Western political system was, how free the people were, and how private property was sacred and inviolable. The wind and rain could enter my broken house, but not the king. In particular, I had two magazines with a million sales: Reader and Yilin.

and reform of the front yard of a certain party weekly.
Think about it, this is a national, regular provincial-level magazine and newspaper, how can it not be authoritative?

So I really yearn for the free world of the West, but unfortunately, I have no money. I want to emigrate abroad, but I can’t.
Waiting for a plague to sweep the world, and with the rise of short videos and self-media such as TikTok, there are more channels to learn about things, and then we realize, what a bullshit free market it is?

It all depends on monopoly!
How could Rockefeller be the richest man in the United States without monopolizing the oil pipeline?

Don't mention antitrust laws! Yes, on the surface, Rockefeller's oil company was split into seven, but what about behind the scenes? Now many people should know a term called: cross-holding, called chaebol, right?
Microsoft's antitrust lawsuit has been going on for so many years, but it's still in such a mess.

I guess before the two Ma Papas appeared, many people’s idol was Microsoft’s Bill Gates, who dropped out of Harvard, founded such an awesome software company, and was the world’s richest man for several consecutive years.

But later I found out that Microsoft's Bill Gates' mother was a director of IBM, so he was able to spend tens of thousands of dollars to buy a DOS software and sell it directly to IBM. IBM is known as the Blue Giant, so was there really no other choice?
Isn't it all about relying on fucking favors?
As for why Li Bancheng of Hong Kong later became the richest man in Asia, a professor Lu Qiyuan commented that he was England's white glove, otherwise why did he have enough money to buy at the bottom whenever Hong Kong's real estate fell?

There was also Li Bancheng's take-off trip, the acquisition of Hutchison Whampoa. HSBC offered him extremely favorable terms, only paying 6% ​​of the 20 million US dollars, and the remaining amount could be deferred. Later it was confirmed that the 20% down payment was the loan approved by HSBC the day before.

Moreover, the acquisition price was 7 yuan per share, which was equivalent to a half price discount. At that time, Hutchison Whampoa's president, John Wesley, believed that Hutchison Whampoa's lowest share price should be 1 yuan. Considering Whampoa's seaport and the large amount of land under its name.

In short, Li Bancheng certainly has business acumen, but he also cannot do without the support of HSBC. Mr. Bao is also a director of HSBC.
Of course, in the previous life, I couldn’t eat grapes and said they were sour. But in this life, I have to eat grapes no matter what!
On February 61, 2, the Lunar New Year's Eve, the whole of Hong Kong was decorated with lights and lanterns. Dragon and lion dances could be seen on the streets from time to time, and offerings to Mazu were made. Everyone's face was filled with festive smiles.

All the shops had signs advertising year-end sales, and firecrackers were set off from time to time in front of the shops, attracting crowds of people, the sound of which could be heard throughout the city.

Whether they are dressed in a suit or a long gown, they are all going in and out of various shops, making large purchases. They work hard for a whole year, aren't they just for these few days?

It's Chinese New Year, so you have to buy new clothes for your wife and children, right? You also have to buy a few pounds of fresh fish and meat, and make dumplings. Of course, firecrackers are also indispensable.

When Wang Deming's motorcade crossed the sea from Hong Kong Island and slowly drove to the Peninsula Hotel, the journey was truly filled with emotion.

In the whole world, when it comes to diligence, no other nation can catch up with the Chinese nation!

Regardless of the era, the working people at the bottom have created huge wealth. The only difference is the industrialization of the country; or it has enriched the pockets of a small group of people at the top.
Although the Peninsula Hotel is owned by the Jewish Kadoorie family, during traditional Chinese festivals, big red lanterns are hung high at the entrance of the hotel and the lobby is decorated in a festive manner.

This meeting was not held in the banquet hall on the ground floor, but in the presidential suite on the top floor.

The several presidential suites of the Peninsula Hotel are often reserved by wealthy Chinese in Hong Kong all year round, and ordinary people cannot book them. Even ordinary guest rooms are reserved by companies all year round as employee dormitories, such as Jardine Matheson.

In the Republic of China era, before the uprising after the liberation, China Airlines booked the hotel for its senior staff at the Hong Kong Hotel, the predecessor of the Gloucester Hotel. Therefore, whether it is the Mayo Clinic, Massachusetts General Hospital, or Pfizer and Merck, they all have enough status and strength to stay.

England dares to reject American dad? What a joke.

We took the special presidential suite elevator and went straight up to the top floor, the 7th floor. When we came out of the elevator, we saw a scarlet carpet. A skinny old British man with shiny oily hair, wearing a neat suit, a white shirt and a bow tie, stood in the aisle at the elevator entrance with his back very straight.

With a stern face, he spoke in a genuine London accent: "Good morning, gentlemen."

"Mr. Merck and Mr. Emil are already waiting for you in the conference room. Please follow me."

The old British man turned around slowly, took small steps leisurely or elegantly, and led them to the door of a room. He pushed the door open sideways and bent slightly to make a gesture of invitation.

The conference room was decorated very luxuriously, with a huge crystal chandelier that was on even during the day. In the middle was an oak oval conference table, and on the wall hung a large oil painting of the Virgin Mary holding a fat boy.

Several foreigners with yellow or red hair were sitting on the sofa or coffee table by the window, smoking cigars, sipping whiskey, and looking at the scenery outside the window, looking very leisurely.

They didn't stand up when Wang Deming came in, but casually raised the wine glasses or cigars in their hands.

One of the blond foreigners said lazily, "Give them the agreement and tell them that the patent licensing fee we paid him is already very high. Don't ask for more. Sign the agreement and leave quickly."

“I hate yellow!”

"Haha!" The people around laughed wildly.

An elite man who looked like a lawyer immediately stood by with a folder. He opened it and handed Wang Deming an unscrewed pen, pointing to the place for signature.

"I hate yellow, too, especially that strand of hair on your head, which looks like feces." Wang Deming waved his hand at the elite man like he was shooing away a fly, and slowly walked over to him: "Is it because of this that your brain is also filled with feces? You can't even think in the most basic way?"

"If that's the reason, I think I can understand it. After all, you haven't evolved completely yet and are still in a colonial society where the strong prey on the weak."

"What did you say?" Several big and strong foreigners stood up, their eyes flashing with ferocious intent!
"What? Hasn't North Korea woken you up yet? Not only are you showing off your might in America, but you also dare to act so arrogantly here?" Wang Deming smiled and pointed to the north.

Suddenly, the expressions of several foreigners froze!
Ordinary people don’t know the truth. The news is all about America winning another victory on the Korean battlefield, but how could these big capitalists not know the inside story?

In particular, Pfizer made its fortune by relying on penicillin, and Merck made its fortune by relying on streptomycin, and they made a lot of money in those years.

"Pa pa!" Wang Deming clapped his hands twice. Stephen Zhou, whose calves were weak, took the two gifts tremblingly.

(End of this chapter)