Chapter 1193 The power is in my hands
Qin Manyue, who was lying down and watching videos, was not as happy as she had imagined. She muttered to herself.
“Damn it… That’s so damned…”
Qin Chuan lay down on the big bed next to him and asked casually, "What's wrong?"
When Qin Manyue heard Qin Chuan's question, she immediately turned over.
This flip is like an earthquake, a collision between Mars and the Earth...
Qin Manyue said angrily, "There was a message in the company group saying that a host's video was blasted by tens of thousands of people on the Internet... I was watching his video and arguing with netizens..."
"Got sprayed? Why?"
"Because these netizens said that he received money from China and helped China to make false propaganda..."
As she spoke, Qin Manyue stood up from her bed, stretched out her long, straight legs, and stepped directly onto Qin Chuan's bed.
Then he lay down beside Qin Chuan...
A faint rose scent accompanied by a milky aroma once again hit Qin Chuan's nostrils.
Qin Manyue handed over the phone.
Qin Chuan took the phone without looking away, and saw that it was a video account of a travel blogger named Shuke and Baker.
Qin Manyue clicked on one of the videos and then clicked on the comment section.
In the comment section, there are all kinds of texts, German, Polish, French...
Fans from each country responded to the messages in their own language.
Qin Manyue was worried that Qin Chuan wouldn't understand. "You can long press on the other person's message, and the software will help translate what they said... Some translations are not very accurate, but it's okay as long as the general meaning is translated correctly."
"No, I understand..."
Qin Manyue was full of questions.
"You can understand them all? There's not only German, but also French, Hebrew, Latin, Finnish, Estonian..."
Qin Chuan smiled and said, "Yeah, I understand it all."
As he spoke, he pointed to one of the messages and said.
"This message is in Tigrinya, the language of Eritrea. He said that he didn't believe that Chinese people could afford such expensive desserts as ice cream... This video must be a show, fake."
"This message is in the Bantu language used by the Xhosa people in South Africa. The message says that there are so many cars on the roads in China, but the roads are so clean and spotless. Obviously, this video is computer-generated and full of loopholes!"
"This message was written in Catalan, the language of Andorra, the most prestigious country. The message means that those dancing aunties are obviously a dance troupe specially arranged by the Chinese government. Their costumes and movements are so neat and rhythmic. Ordinary people can't do it without long-term training!"
.......
Qin Chuan translated dozens of messages in small languages.
Qin Manyue was stunned by what she said.
She looked at Qin Chuan in disbelief.
"Is this true? You didn't just make it up, did you?"
Qin Chuan handed the phone back to Qin Manyue. "If you don't believe me, click on the translation and check it yourself."
Qin Manyue took the phone doubtfully.
Then I tried to click on a few of the messages and translated them.
After a few seconds, the doubt in her eyes disappeared.
It turned into shock and admiration.
"Cousin, you are amazing. You can speak so many languages... I thought I was already amazing because I knew French, English and Chinese. I didn't expect you to be even better than me..."
Qin Chuan smiled faintly and thought to himself.
"With your Chinese level, you can't even argue with kindergarten kids..."
"Cousin, look at these people, are you angry?"
Qin Chuan put himself in the other person's shoes and thought about it.
"Yes, it will. Why can't China have ice cream?"
"Oh, it's not about the ice cream. It's that they don't believe the facts! No, I'm going to fight them back one by one!"
Qin Chuan yawned, "Uh... Then take your time to reply, I'm a little sleepy and want to sleep first..."
"Well, you go to sleep first..."
One minute later...
"Cousin, I'm going to sleep..."
"Go to sleep, I'll turn off the light for you."
Three minutes later...
"Cousin, I really want to sleep..."
"Just go to sleep, I'll keep my voice down and won't disturb you..."
Looking at Qin Manyue, he spoke, but still stayed beside him.
Qin Chuan had no choice but to move to the other corner of the bed...
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Green House, the Presidential Office in South Korea.
Jin Xinyue stretched lazily in the presidential office chair.
"Today is another day of hard work..."
Jin Xinyue was in a particularly good mood.
His computer desktop displays today's Korean stock market conditions.
Today, the Korean stock market fell 1892 points across the board and closed at 7670 points.
However, compared with yesterday's drop of 2426 points, it has reversed the downward trend.
Jin Xinyue closed the market and opened the official website of Daqin International again.
This was the fifth time he had read Daqin International’s statement today.
Because every time she looks at it, Jin Xinyue feels more happy.
"Haha, Qin Chuan, no matter how awesome you are or how tough you talk, what does it matter? Can you save the $2 trillion investment by just pretending to be tough? With this money, you are deeply tied to my country. If I don't live well, you can't live well either! As long as we control it for two more days, the stock market decline can be stabilized. In the near future, the glory of the big country will illuminate this land again. By then, I, Jin Xinyue, will have the final say on this land. No chaebol can hold me back anymore!!!"
Jin Xinyue raised the corners of her mouth as she imagined how she would be written into Korean textbooks and praised by future generations.
dong dong dong...
There was a knock on the door of the President's office.
"Come in!" Jin Xinyue said coldly.
Ten men in suits walked into the house.
These people are Kim Shin-wol's staff team, responsible for handling the assets of the top ten chaebols.
"How is it going? How is it going?"
A man stood up and handed a document to Jin Xinyue with both hands.
"Mr. President, Lu Shengli of the Linear Generation Group has already handed over all of its shares and assets in the country of Korea... Here is the transfer contract. I have already ordered people to move into the Linear Generation Group, and now all the people above the director level are ours."
The second man stepped forward and handed the document to Jin Xinyue in the same manner.
"Mr. President, Zheng Yongchang of Guitian Group has signed all the documents. Now Guitian Group is completely under our control..."
......
Until the last man handed over the most important transfer contract of Sanxin Group.
Jin Xinyue could no longer control her smile.
His mouth was almost dislocated from laughing.
"Very good. Although these chaebols have mortgaged most of their shares to the Americans, as long as their group's resources are still there, we can use this time to transfer them. All of them will be under the control of our Korean Green House. From now on, the Green House will be the giant that controls the food, clothing, housing and transportation of the Korean people!"
Just when Jin Xinyue was feeling very proud.
The door of the president's office was pushed open, and a man rushed in in a hurry...
