The Chinese businessmen in Indonesia are indeed rich, and even richer than some of the richest people in the Mainland. It can be seen from the banquet held tonight alone.
The four wealthy Chinese business families in Jakarta, the Qian family, the Sun family, the Wu family, and the Zheng family, each hold tens of billions of dollars in assets. Compared with the Chen Aiyang Chen Group in Singapore, it is not inferior at all.
Nanyang has been a rich place since ancient times. The climate here is very good and the products are rich. All the aborigines can eat their stomachs with almost no labor. So natives are lazy.
However, the Chinese left their hometowns and came to this rich land since ancient times. They worked hard and used their wisdom and sweat to develop a vast world. This made the aborigines jealous, thinking that the Chinese robbed them of their living space. . As a result, a large number of ethnic conflicts and bloody massacres have been triggered. Every massacre can plunder a large amount of wealth accumulated by Chinese businessmen. This also made these natives addicted. Therefore, from the Qing Dynasty to modern times, large-scale massacres and plunders broke out every few decades.
In a huge manor-style building with a typical European medieval color, the parking lot next to the bizarre fountain is full of high-end and expensive sports cars, such as Ferrari, Porsche, and even the legendary Rolls-Royce ,Bugatti Veyron.
When Wang Chao and Tang Zichen drove through the gate and were escorted to the parking lot by the strong and sturdy security guards, Wang Chao couldn't help feeling extravagant and corrupt in his heart for these eccentric and wealthy motorcades.
"The host of this banquet today is Qian Jiagen, chairman of the Indonesian Chinese Entrepreneurs Association. The Qian family is the largest Chinese businessman in Indonesia and the largest ship king in Indonesia. This person is not simple. Member, later Longtang disintegrated, but he was safe and sound, but his family, the Qian family, became the largest Chinese businessman in Indonesia. This Longtang Manor was built by his family, with a total area of three football fields and a huge helicopter Helipad. How about it, in a country where land is more expensive than gold, no rich man can afford such a large manor."
Tang Zichen also got out of the car and explained the history of the manor and its owner to Wang Chao with a smile.
Wang Chao nodded. He looked at this huge manor. Outside the parking lot, there were all marble roads. Next to it was a neatly built garden surrounded by white wooden railings.
In the garden, the flowers are blooming.
In addition, there are huge pools, fountains, and exquisite statues one after another.
Wang Chao even saw that there were peacocks raised in a huge garden.
It is now night, and there are street lamps everywhere, lighting up the entire manor, like a castle that never sleeps.
Many security guards, reception staff, and cleaners, etc., are all dressed neatly.
In the center of these gardens, there is another huge red and rich carpet road that can hold dozens of people hand in hand, leading directly to the central area.
In the central area is a hall with glittering glass, next to the building. A piece of resplendent and resplendent. As in magic.
On the left side of the hall house in the central area, there is an empty concrete floor with several helicopters parked on it.
"This is a private estate! These security guards, cleaners, and maintenance fees cost a lot of money every year." Wang Chao said.
"The maintenance fee alone and the staff's expenses are 5 million to 8 million U.S. dollars a year." Tang Zichen nodded, "Look at those employees and cleaners, most of them are Indonesian natives. Every day I see such Where is there a heart that is not jealous, they must be looking forward to another riot in their hearts."
"Why don't you hire Chinese?" Wang Chao found out that the cleaners who did the dirty work were all Indonesian aborigines.
"There are not so many Chinese employed. There are two to three hundred people working in this manor alone."
"Oh, miss Tang, you are here. I have been waiting for you for a long time." Just as Wang Chao and Tang Zichen got off the car, a group of people greeted them from a distance.
The leader is a middle-aged man in a suit, glasses with water-blue glass lenses, and a sharp crew cut. Looked in high spirits.
This middle-aged man is obviously Chinese, but his Chinese is very blunt, and he speaks fluent English from time to time. When telling the people around you, it is pure English.
The middle-aged man obviously came to greet Tang Zichen, and then he saw Wang Chao beside Tang Zichen, and he only paid a little attention.
"Is your father okay?" Tang Zichen asked.
"Father's health is very good, so please worry about it." The middle-aged man made a gesture, inviting Tang Zichen and Wang Chao to the banquet. "This time, my father heard that you were going back to Indonesia, and specially invited you. I would like to take this opportunity to have a meeting with you and another head of the chamber of commerce."
For this middle-aged man to speak a foreign accent, Wang Chao thinks it is normal, because Indonesia has been a colony for too long, and many Chinese can't speak Chinese, and instead they speak a fluent foreign accent.
"This is Qian Jiagen's second son, Qian Dahao. Don't look at him speaking softly. He has a foreign accent, but his methods are vicious and ruthless. In Indonesian business circles, he has a nickname called Ruan Dao Zi. No blood is seen in killing people."
Xie Li was still driving Wang Chao and Tang Zichen, and now she was walking side by side with Wang Chao, four or five steps behind Tang Zichen. Taking advantage of Qian Dahao leading the way, Xie Li introduced this soft knife to Wang Chao in a low voice.
Entering the hall, it really was a luxurious reception and banquet, no different from a high-end social place, where men and women dressed in high-end clothes gathered together to communicate with each other.
Of course, the most eye-catching part of the banquet was a group of young reporters carrying cameras and microphones with the word CCTV printed on them.
There are 20 or 30 such reporters in total, and all of them are young men and women, very temperamental and beautiful.
This is obviously an overseas filming group of China Central Television.
Now, the interviewees of these reporters are a group of people with sharp eyes, calm demeanor, and unusually dignified expressions. Among them, there are middle-aged people, old people, and a small number of young people, about a dozen of them. Sit upright in your seat.
Wang Chao immediately saw that these people were practitioners with advanced boxing skills!
"These are almost all the famous Chinese boxers in Indonesia." Xie Li said to Wang Chao.
"En." Wang Chao nodded, his gaze suddenly shifted to one of the group of young male and female reporters who was obviously the leader.
This overseas filming team was led by a girl, wearing a black professional suit, her hair was as smooth as silk waves, her face was delicate and beautiful, and her temperament was elegant and pure.
It was Zhu Jia.
Wang Chao is not familiar with Indonesian master boxers, and has never had contact with them. Although he is well-known in Southeast Asia and vaguely ranks as the number one master, he has only been in contact with Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japan, and South Korea. The local martial arts circles are still not very familiar with the real Nanyang, Indonesian, and Philippine martial arts circles.
"In the Nanyang area, almost all of them practice Wing Chun, Baihe, Changquan, Huaquan and other iron-horse and hard-bridged kung fu. There are very few people who can really master kung fu. But now is the era of information explosion, and it is inevitable that any boxing technique will be different. Leaked out, and Nanyang is a very chaotic place, boxers are under pressure to survive, and they can also hone their skills in fighting. In contrast, the country is much more comfortable. Among these boxers, there are also masters."
From among the interviewed boxers, Wang Chao could clearly feel that some of them were restrained, their expressions were soft on the surface, and their muscles were also soft, but they were powerful and powerful inside, with amazing explosive power.
In terms of martial arts, the overall level of foreign boxers is several grades higher than the overall level of domestic boxers, which is recognized.
The first is that the domestic environment is relaxed. Foreign boxers, on the other hand, rely on real kung fu to make their mark.
Second, back then, the KMT opened martial arts centers in various places to strengthen the country and breed, and almost all the masters were recruited to fight against Japan and save the nation, and train soldiers to fight in the army. As long as they are a little famous masters, they all have the position of instructor in the army.
Therefore, after the liberation, there were several major liquidations, and these masters died naturally, and some fled abroad.
"Please come here. Dad is waiting for you in the small living room with the other three chairmen. Your subordinates, stay in the living room. There will be a special interview later." Qian Dahao spoke very respectfully to Tang Zichen.
"Okay." Tang Zichen glanced at Wang Chao and nodded. walked in.
"Zhu Jia is here too? But it's not suitable for me to meet her now." Wang Chao touched his face. The mask on it turned him into a round face, which was quite different from the original one. But a woman's intuition is terribly sensitive, and Wang Chao doesn't think that Zhu Jia won't recognize him face to face.
Just as Wang Chao was thinking about it, suddenly, there was a snap! A loud slap rang out.
Wang Chao immediately turned his head and saw the commotion in the other circle of the hall where a group of young people communicated.
It turned out to be a girl who suddenly waved her hand and slapped the man on the face. The man was actually knocked down by the slap. The whole body twitched.
This girl is actually Huo Ling'er!
Wang Chao not only saw Huo Linger, but also Tan Wendong behind him.
"It's just you doing Wing Chun with a three-legged cat? How dare you touch me? How did your master teach you?" Huo Ling'er spoke loudly after she slapped the man.
Just after Huo Linger finished speaking, a middle-aged boxer who was being interviewed suddenly turned extremely ugly, stood up abruptly, walked forward, helped the knocked down man, looked at him, and his eyes were abnormal fierce.
"Tiger paw fan? Beat people deaf! What a cruel hand. You must be the daughter of the Huo family in Hong Kong. I heard that your master, Wang Chao, the curator of the Laoshan Neijia Museum, is known as the number one boxing master in East Asia. Come on, let me see, this Wang Chao has taught you something real."