Romance of Dragons and Snakes

Indonesian Chinese merchants are indeed rich and richer than some of the biggest millionaires in the interior. As can be seen from this banquet tonight alone.

Jakarta's four wealthy Chinese merchants, the Qian family, the Sun family, the Wu family, the Zheng family, all have tens of billions of dollars in their hands. Compared to the Chen Aiyang Chen Group in Singapore, it is no less impressive.

Nanyang, which has been a rich place since ancient times, has very good climatic conditions, abundant products, and all indigenous people, almost without labor, can eat their stomachs. So the indigenous people are lazy.

The Chinese have left their homes, and since they came to this rich land in ancient times, their hard work, with their own wisdom and sweat, has developed a vast area of heaven and earth, which has made the indigenous people envious that it was the Chinese who robbed their living space. As a result, a large number of bloody massacres of ethnic conflicts have been triggered, each of which has been able to plunder the wealth accumulated by Chinese businessmen. And that's addicting these indigenous people. So every few decades, from the Qing Dynasty to the modern era, massive massacre looting erupts.

In a huge, typically European medieval estate-style building, the parking lot next to a freakishly landed fountain is filled with high-end, prestigious sports cars such as Ferrari, Porsche, and even the legendary Rolls-Royce, Bugatti Vallon.

When Wang Chao and Tang Zidu drove through the gate and were led down the parking lot by strong security guards, Wang Chao couldn't help but feel luxurious and luxurious erosion inside the rich and compelling convoy.

“Today the banquet is presided over by the President of the Indonesian General Chamber of Commerce, Qian Jiagen, the largest Chinese merchant in Indonesia and the largest king of ships in Indonesia. This man, very simple, was a member of the largest organization of the Nanyang Chinese, the bamboo net dragon hall, then the dragon hall collapsed, but he was safe, his family Qian family became the first largest Chinese business in Indonesia. This dragon house, built at his house, has three large football fields and a huge helipad. What do you think, in a country where land is more expensive than gold, no millionaire can afford a manor this big? ”

Tang Zidu then got off and laughed and told Wang Chao about the estate and the history of the owner.

Wang Chao nodded, he measured this huge estate, outside the parking apron, is a clear marble road, next to a garden neatly built and surrounded by white wooden railings.

In the garden, the flowers are furious.

Beyond that, one after the other, a giant pool fountain, a beautiful statue.

Wang Chao even saw that in a huge garden, there were peacocks.

It's nightfall and streetlights are everywhere, lighting the entire estate like a castle at night.

Many security guards, receptionists, cleaners, etc. are neatly dressed.

In the middle of these gardens, again, is a huge, huge red, rich carpet road that allows dozens of people to hold hands and lead straight to the center.

The central area is a glassy lobby, next to the building. A golden splendor. Like magic.

On the left side of the lobby in the central area is an empty cement slab with several helicopters parked on it.

“This is a private estate! Like these security guards, cleaners, maintenance, they spend a lot of money every year.” Wang Chaodao.

“Maintenance costs alone cost staff between $5 million and $8 million a year.” Tang Zidu nodded his head, "Look at the employees, the cleaners, most of them Indonesian natives. Every day when they see something like this, where there is no jealousy in their hearts, they must have had to riot again. ”

“Why not hire Chinese?” Wang Chao did find that the cleaners were all Indonesian indigenous people who worked dirty jobs.

“Not so many Chinese hired. There are two or three hundred people working on this estate alone. ”

“Oh, Miss Don, you're here. How long have you been waiting?” Just after Wang Chao and Tang Zidu got off, a row of people greeted them from afar.

Headed by a middle-aged man in a suit, with glasses in water blue glass, flat head of spirit. Looks gorgeous.

This middle-aged man is obviously Chinese, but Chinese is very hard, speaking and fluent in English from time to time. When you tell your neighbors, it's pure English.

The middle-aged man apparently came to greet Tang Zidu, and then saw Wang Chao next to Tang Zidu, just a slight glance.

“Your father is well.” Tang Zidu asked.

“Father's body is fine and bothers you.” The middle-aged man made a gesture inviting Tang Zidu and Wang Super to the banquet. “This time Dad heard you go back to Indonesia and specifically invited you to take this opportunity to talk to you and another Chamber of Commerce summit. ”

Wang Chao felt normal about this middle-aged man's mouth, because Indonesia had become a colony for too long, and many Chinese people would not speak Chinese, instead of fluent Chinese tone.

“This is Qian Jiagen's second son, Qian Dahao. Don't look at him talking softly. A mouthful of ocean tones, but the means are poisonous and insidious, and there is a nickname in the Indonesian business world called Soft Knives. Killing people without blood. ”

Still driving for Wang Chao and Tang Zidu is Shelly, now walking with Wang Chao four or five steps behind Tang Zidu. Shelly rode Qian Dahao's kung fu leading the way ahead, and introduced Wang Chao to this soft knife in a low voice.

Entering the lobby is certainly a fancy wine banquet, unlike a high-end social place, where a man and woman dressed in high-end clothes meet and interact with each other.

Of course, throughout the banquet, the most striking part of nature was a group of young journalists carrying cameras, holding a microphone in their hands and printing a cctv on the microphone.

There are twenty or thirty such journalists, all young men and women, very charming and beautiful.

This is clearly a team of filming programmes overseas on the country's central television station.

Now, these journalists are actually interviewed by a group of people with a sharp eye, a quiet temperament, and an unusually aggressive emotional state, including middle-aged people, elderly people, and a small number of young people, about a dozen of whom are sitting in the right seats.

Wang Chao immediately saw that these people are highly skilled practitioners!

“These are almost all famous Chinese boxers in Indonesia.” Shelly to Wang Chaodao.

“Mm-hmm.” Wang nodded, his eyes shifted inevitably to one of these young male and female journalists, apparently the leader.

This overseas photography team is led by a girl wearing a black professional suit with smooth hair like silk water waves, a delicate, beautiful face and elegant and pure temperament.

Exactly.

Wang Chao is not familiar with Indonesian fighter masters, nor has he touched them. Although he is famous in Southeast Asia, implicitly he is the first-class figure, he has only touched the martial arts world in Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japan, and Korea. He is not familiar with the real martial arts world in the South, Indonesia and the Philippines.

“Nearly all of those around the Southern Ocean are practicing the kung fu of the Iron Horse Hard Bridge such as Wing Chun, White Crane, Long Fist, and Hua Fist. Few really can get into kung fu. However, this is the era of the Big Bang of Information. It is inevitable that any boxing technique will be revealed, and this part of the South China Ocean is a mess. Boxers are under pressure to survive and are able to sharpen their skills in the fight. By contrast, the country is much more comfortable. These boxers have masters in them. ”

Wang Chao obviously felt a few people from these interviewed boxers, his temperament was restrained, his emotions were soft on the surface, and his muscles were soft, but his inner strength and explosiveness were astonishing.

In martial arts, it is recognized that the overall level of foreign boxers is several grades higher than the overall level in the country.

First, the domestic environment is relaxed. And foreign fighters, they have to fight with real kung fu.

Secondly, the National Party opened state galleries in various parts of the country. Almost all the great players were networked together to resist the death toll and train soldiers to fight and kill in the army. As long as he was a little famous, he hung up as an army instructor.

So after liberation, after several major liquidations, these masters naturally died and fled abroad.

“Please come this way, Father's is waiting for you in the small living room and the other three chairmen. Your men, stay in the living room. There's a special interview later.” Dahou Qian is very respectful to Tang Zidu.

“Okay.” Tang Zidu nodded with a glance at Wang. Walk in.

“Juja's here too? But I'm not suitable to see her right now.” Wang Chao touched his face and put a mask on it, turning him into a round face, very different from the original. However, the intuition of a woman was terribly sensitive. Wang Chao did not think that, face to face, Zhu Jia could not recognize herself.

Just when Wang Chao's mind was reckoning, all of a sudden, a bang! A loud slap rang.

Wang Chao immediately turned around and saw another lap in the lobby, the stirring of a group of young people communicating with each other.

Turns out it was a girl who suddenly waved her hand and slapped a man, and that man was actually slapped to the ground by that slap. General convulsion.

This girl is Holly!

Wang Chao not only saw Ho Linger, but also Tan Wendong behind him.

“Just your two-legged three-legged Wing Chun? How dare you do that to me? What did your master teach you?” After Huo Linger fanned the man, he spoke loudly.

Just after Huo Linger's speech went down, a middle-aged boxer who was being interviewed suddenly looked unusually ugly, brushed up, walked forward, lifted up the knocked over man, looked at it, and his eyes were unusually sharp.

“Tiger claw fan? Hit the deaf! What a tough hand. You must be the Gold of the Hong Kong Huo family. I heard your master Wang Chao, the curator of Yamanai's house, called the First Fist Master of Greater East Asia. Come on, let me see, this Wong Chao, taught you something real. ”

(To be continued)