I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

"Hmph, not all deals are normal! I'm referring to some Asian bosses trying to seize control of listed companies!" the fat man said coldly.

"What do you mean?"

"Great hero!" The fat man slammed his fist on the table.

“Leader, although Yingwei was founded by a Chinese-American boss, he was the one who started the company. That doesn’t seem to make sense…” someone raised a question.

"Were you even listening? I'm talking about an individual buying up assets in the capital market. What does that have to do with him starting a company?!" The fat man slammed his fist on the table in anger.

"As far as I know, AVIC is in talks to acquire Mellanox Technologies, but this is an acquisition conducted in the company's name, not a personal matter," the aide continued to counter.

News of Angstrom's acquisition of Mellanox had already spread.

The acquisition of this leading high-performance computing company will help ENGINEERIA provide complete data center solutions, from GPU computing to network interconnects, significantly solidifying its position in the AI ​​and data center markets. Following the announcement, ENGINEERIA's stock price soared.

"It's exhausting talking to idiots like you! Just because you haven't found a problem doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Even if it doesn't exist, you can create one to make it exist!" the fat man roared.

“But… Yingwei is a well-known technology company in our country, what you’re doing seems unreasonable.” The aide continued to argue, even suspecting that the fat man might have a personal grudge against Yingwei’s boss.

"You know it's a well-known tech company, but the boss is of Chinese descent! I don't need to tell you where their products sell best, right? Look at all these years, our tech companies have set up branches overseas, and as a result, their technology has been copied by the other side's powerful ability to replicate. If this continues, America's status as a technological powerhouse will be in jeopardy! Those capitalists only care about making money and don't care about national interests at all!" The fat man angrily gulped down a mouthful of cola.

Everyone was speechless for a while.

Aren't you a well-known capitalist yourself? How dare you criticize others?

"Alright, I'm the leader, what I say goes. You're here to offer suggestions, but I'm the one who makes the decisions!" the fat man said, pointing at everyone present.

Seeing this, no one else objected.

Just take the money and do the job; you won't be held responsible if anything goes wrong.

That's what the staff thought.

The following day, the Youth Returnees Association.

Xu Yun walked into the headquarters building as usual, and the sight before her eyes widened in astonishment.

Her giant portrait on the wall had vanished, replaced by some eye-catching signs common on the street and several familiar propaganda slogans, with six large characters prominently displayed in the center: "Develop with X".

"Who did this! Where are my photos? Take all this clutter down right now!" Xu Yun took off her sunglasses and shouted, pointing at the wall.

“Secretary-General, this was arranged by the guide…” an association member explained in a low voice.

"Zheng Wei? Who does he think he is? I'm the one who calls the shots in the association! Where is he?" Xu Yun cursed, burning with anger.

Following the other party's directions, she put on sunglasses, snorted coldly, and walked towards Zheng Wei's office.

Zheng Wei was writing something at his desk when the door was suddenly pushed open.

He looked up at the woman who had barged in, frowning in displeasure: "Secretary-General, isn't it very impolite to come in without knocking?"

"Politeness? You think it's polite to remove my photos without my permission?" Xu Yun retorted without any politeness, plopping down in a chair.

"Does this require your permission? Is the association yours alone? What's the point of hanging up those kinds of photos? Are you trying to create a personality cult? The Overseas Returnees Association has developed to where it is today all thanks to X!" Zheng Wei banged on the table as a warning.

"What credit? What have you done besides shouting slogans? Hurry up and take down those banners, they're making a mess!" Xu Yun crossed her arms.

"Watch your words! These kinds of slogans are everywhere in front of major companies now, and the Overseas Returnees Association is no exception. There's a reason the higher-ups sent me here as a guide; they know you're all overseas returnees, which is why they didn't set up an X branch. But the necessary publicity must be done!"

"Are you out of your mind? We all studied abroad and received a blue education from a young age. Now you suddenly add another color, what are you trying to do? Do you think we'll accept it?" Xu Yun lit a menthol cigarette.

"You have to accept it whether you like it or not! This is what the higher-ups are demanding. You can't engage in a personality cult!"

"Heh, aren't you guys also engaging in personality cult? Can't you change the subject? Let me tell you, I'm going to put this photo back up today!" Xu Yun's temper flared up.

“The association is full of returnees, and there have been special circumstances before. The higher-ups sent me here to promote correct ideas and prevent anyone from going astray. As the secretary-general, you should consider the overall situation and go back to think it over.” Zheng Wei felt that arguing with this woman would be pointless and tried to persuade her to calm down.

"What nonsense! You're forcing people. Have you even asked the association members what they really think? I dare say that besides you, nobody wants to listen to your propaganda all day long!"

"Heh, that's just wishful thinking on your part. Look at Yang Xiao's association, they're very cooperative, not only actively promoting it but also offering constructive suggestions. Look at their ideological awareness, and then look at yours! Now I think it's very necessary to continue to promote the ideological work of the Youth Returnees Association..." Zheng Wei sneered.

"You're a complete idiot!" Xu Yun had nowhere to vent her morning grumpiness, and Zheng Wei's actions became the perfect outlet. She didn't hesitate to swear.

"presumptuous!"

"Not only am I going to be outrageous today, I'm going to tear you apart!" The argument in the office escalated.

Oh my god, the forum headquarters.

"Huang Feihong sent word that we should reduce our holdings in CAIC..." Ah Lin's voice was low on the phone. Anyone would be upset to hear this news.

"It's alright. Yingwei is at the height of his power right now, and Huang Feihong must have his own plans. He might seem embarrassed to reveal this news, but he's probably secretly delighted," Chen Xi said, pursing his lips.

"I heard he's having a lot of trouble right now; the relevant departments are investigating him for illegally buying and selling stocks and manipulating stock prices..."

"Heh, maybe it's all made up. That fatso has been pulling all sorts of stunts lately, who knows if those two are putting on a show together?" Chen Xi sneered.

As a reborn individual, he naturally knew which technology companies would stand out in the future of America.

And that fat man, as a genuine local businessman and politician, probably knows just as much as he does.

Chen Xi went from being humble to believing that being reborn could change everything.

There's always someone better, maybe that fat guy was also reincarnated!
After finishing his conversation with Alin, Chen Xi hung up the phone and looked at Xing Tian beside him.

The harassment blocking software I described last time is complete. The technology isn't complex; it mainly filters spam messages by tagging numbers and keywords. At Chen Xi's request, the software has added a reporting function and is preparing to connect with companies like Alibaba to jointly combat harassment.

"The software is finished, but have you considered that it will offend a lot of people after it's launched?" Xing Tian said with a worried expression. He had always opposed developing this software; it wouldn't make money and would only cause trouble—it was a thankless task.

"Who do you mean you offended? The operations team? The telemarketing company? The intermediary? Or a scammer?" Chen Xi blinked.

"Uh...yes."

"Then I'll offend you! A bunch of bastards, come at me if you're not happy!" Chen Xi showed his phone, the screen displaying hundreds of harassing text messages, all collection information from Wang Xianqi's online lending platform.

"I think we still need to cooperate with the relevant departments. We private enterprises alone can't compete with them," Xing Tian reminded him. "Yes, absolutely. Having connections at higher levels makes things much easier," Chen Xi agreed. Virtual numbers are operated by telecom operators; blocking these numbers is like taking away their livelihoods. These operators have powerful backers; without them, we'll ultimately have to slink away.

"Buzz!" Just as the two were talking, Chen Xi's phone rang.

"Vice President, the Secretary-General and the guide are fighting! It looks like the guide's face is covered in blood from being scratched by the Secretary-General..." Qian Jiajia's voice came from the phone, not panicked, but rather gloating.

"What's going on? Xu Yun didn't take her medicine today and went crazy again?" Chen Xi lit a cigarette and asked slowly.

"This is a bloody incident triggered by a photograph!"

"What? Zheng Wei said that photo is too ugly? I also think so. Xu Yun's internet celebrity face looks okay at first glance, but who can stand it if it's displayed there every day?"

"No, it was the guide who removed the secretary-general's photo and replaced it with a promotional slogan..."

"Heh, do you think we're on Yang Xiao's side?" Chen Xi mocked.

Everyone has different ideas. These international students have been living abroad for a long time and have received a "blue education" from a young age. Today's young people value freedom and openness more. Who would be willing to be forcibly changed? Besides, this is just an association, not a country.

Chen Xi felt that Zheng Wei's approach was too radical.

“Who says otherwise! Everyone in the association is unhappy. Some people bring up big companies as an example, saying that they work hard to make their businesses big, and you insist on hanging up slogans at the entrance saying that…” Qian Jiajia was also full of complaints.

"There's no other way. Actually, there's nothing wrong with doing these things, but they should at least give us some leeway and some benefits, right?"

The Silk Road project has been underway for some time now, and while it initially went well, things are becoming increasingly unsuccessful. "What does the association's current success have to do with Zheng Wei and his team…" Chen Xi chuckled.

The Silk Road was initially a grand undertaking, with Chen Xi personally leading the expedition.

After he returned to China, the situation deteriorated rapidly. The international situation was constantly changing, manufacturing profits continued to decline, and the flow of funds became increasingly difficult. Now, no one mentions the Silk Road anymore.

In addition, the association has always pursued an international approach, investing overseas and attracting overseas Chinese.

Against this backdrop, some radicals believe that foreign investment threatens the survival space of Chinese enterprises, and international investment promotion has been greatly reduced, resulting in the low visibility of the Overseas Returnees Association in China.

Nevertheless, the association's profits continue to grow.

Zheng Wei, however, continued to proclaim that it was their achievement.

This only proves one thing: the Overseas Returnees Association has grown too fast, and the higher-ups need to give it a nudge.

Based on his past life experience, Chen Xi knew this well.

He had always wanted to push for a merger between Yang Xiao's side and his side.

Judging from Xu Yun's reaction today, 99% of the people in the association would not agree. Yang Xiao, on the other hand, is interested in merging, since the other side is relatively weaker, but this is just Chen Xi's guess.

"Buzz!" Just after hanging up with Qian Jiajia, Chen Xi's phone rang again.

"You're really busy!" Xing Tian shook his head helplessly.

"There's nothing I can do," Chen Xi shrugged.

The call was very short; Chen Xi only said three words: "I understand."

The call was from Chen Zhou, who said that Chen Kaiwen was dying in the sanatorium.

Unlike his previous life, Chen Kaiwen passed away a few years later than planned. Although his grandfather was old-fashioned, he had always been good to Chen Xi. In his previous life, because of Chen Yifeng, Chen Xi was unable to see his grandfather one last time. In this life, he didn't want to have any regrets, so he immediately booked the earliest flight.

A few hours later, in a ward at Xinlu Sanatorium.

Chen Kaiwen lay emaciated on the hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown, with an oxygen tube inserted into his nose.

The old man's lips moved slightly, but he could no longer speak.

"Grandpa, your grandson and granddaughter have come to see you." Chen Yifeng pointed to the two children by the bed.

Chen Kaiwen was in a daze and seemed not to have heard his son's words at all.

"Second brother, the old man is already like this, and you still brought these two little things along. Are you trying to anger him to death?" Chen Mingli said with dissatisfaction.

"What nonsense are you talking about! These are my son and daughter, the old man's own grandson!" Chen Yifeng raised his voice.

"What's the use of us denying it? The old man opposed you marrying that woman in the first place, and he didn't want to see these two little ones either. Besides, it's not even certain if they're your children. Our Chen family has never had a girl before." As the eldest son, Chen Mingli couldn't allow his younger brother to be superior to him. He was already talkative, and now he was even more ruthless.

"Say it again and see!" Chen Yifeng said angrily.

"Stop arguing, let's hear what the old man's last words are. Old man, now that you're gone, how will those two houses be divided?" Chen Jingrui interrupted the two.

The two apartments he mentioned were, firstly, the old apartment Chen Kaiwen was allocated when he was a factory manager at a Chinese company, and secondly, the apartment Chen Yifeng and Chen Caiyue bought after their marriage.

There was a verbal agreement during the divorce that the house would belong to Chen Xi after Chen Kaiwen's death, but Chen Xi didn't care about the small house of about 100 square meters.

Although he didn't get it in his previous life, he never cared about it.

Chen Mingli immediately perked up his ears.

As the eldest son and his father's most beloved son, he felt he should at least be entitled to one set.

Chen Yifeng looked displeased.

Even at this point, the third son is still only thinking about dividing the family property?
Chen Kaiwen's wife, Huang Jingfang, with whom he has been separated for many years and with whom he has a strained relationship, stood aside and said with disdain, "If you're going to die, just do it quickly. Stop dragging your feet. My old back is about to break from standing here."

“Dad previously instructed that his 500,000 yuan in savings should be used for the children’s education. Of the two houses, one belongs to the eldest son, and the other originally belonged to me, so it should naturally be taken back by me.” Seeing that Chen Kaiwen was speechless, Chen Yifeng simply announced it on his behalf.

"What? To send the children to school? Besides these two young ones, who else in the Chen family is in school? Second brother, you want to keep this money for yourself!" Although he heard the answer he wanted, Chen Mingli was still bothered by the 500,000 yuan.

“If the third son has children in the future, he will also get a share of this money,” Chen Yifeng sneered.

“Me? I don’t want children. Just give me the money directly.” Chen Jingrui shook his head vigorously.

He's a womanizer; he only got married to swindle money from his family. If he had children, how would he go out and indulge in his debauchery? (End of Chapter)