Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

"The company believes in your character!"

"Go back and get back to work. As for Liu Kun, if he tries to contact you again, come find me if I'm at the company. If I'm not, just tell my second brother."

"Okay, Mr. Chen, Manager Chen, then I'll head to work now," Liang Jianjun said politely as he stood up and slowly walked out of the office.

After Liang Jianjun left, Chen Dong sat back on the sofa and suddenly laughed. Chen Zaisheng, puzzled, looked at Chen Dong and asked, "Dong, what are you laughing at?"

Chen Dong waved his hand with a smile and said, "I just suddenly remembered an interesting story from Chinatown. My grandfather told me that in the past, business competition among Chinese people was simple and brutal. They would either have someone pour boiling water on your money tree or have someone deliberately poison your feng shui pond to kill your koi fish."

Chen Dong suddenly said in a serious tone, "My grandfather did all of these things back in the day."

"Hahaha!"

Chen Zaisheng laughed heartily, thinking of his second great-uncle, who had billions in assets in America, doing something childish like having someone water someone else's money tree to death. He couldn't help but laugh.

"Second Brother, we need to thoroughly investigate all the people who have been in contact with Liu Kun. The competition in South Africa is about to start. I've already arranged with Mr. Boll from Volkswagen. The competition starts on March 22nd, and I need to fly there in advance," Chen Dong instructed.

"Okay, I'll handle it. You can go to South Africa to watch the games without worry," Chen Zaisheng said, raising an eyebrow. "Remember to bring the championship back."

"Don't put pressure on the two young men for the first time. I'd be very satisfied if they made it into the top three," Chen Dong said modestly.

It was already early March, and the riders and team of the Xiaochi Motorcycle Team had already transferred to a plane to Hong Kong to conduct track adaptation training at the Camilla Circuit in Midland, South Africa.

This meeting with Volkswagen CEO Joachim Bohr was also a further negotiation on cooperation matters related to automobiles and motorcycles. Volkswagen has fully sponsored the Swift Motorcycle Team for ten million marks, and it is now called the "Volkswagen Swift Motorcycle Team".

The Volkswagen logo will be displayed on the Jueying 500RR, which can be considered Volkswagen's unique participation in this World Motorcycle Grand Prix.

Since Liang Jianjun came to confess, Chen Dong did not ask too much about the matter and left the whole process to his second brother, Chen Zaisheng. Three days later, he took his son Chen Hui and nephew Xiao Rongguo on a Viscount plane, transited through Hong Kong, stopped in several places to refuel, and finally landed at Johannesburg International Airport.

As soon as they got off the plane, they could clearly feel the difference in climate. Xiao Rongguo even felt a bit hot. He tugged at his jacket and said to Xiao Chenhui, "Brother, why is it so hot here? It was a bit cool when we boarded the plane."

"Little brother, this is Africa. It's very hot in Africa. Can't you see that all those people are tanned dark?" Little Chen Hui pointed to the airport staff who were busy on the tarmac.

"Wow! It's so dark! Will I get this tanned too? When I get back, Grandma will call me Little Black Ghost," Xiao Rongguo said with some worry.

Chen Dong patted the two brothers and said, "Relax, this is the Southern Hemisphere, and the climate is the opposite of our Northern Hemisphere. Just think of it as our Tuocheng entering summer early."

"Uncle Dong, what is the Southern Hemisphere?" Xiao Rongguo asked innocently.

Chen Dong started explaining geography to the two little ones, "With the equator as the boundary, going north is the Northern Hemisphere, and going south is the Southern Hemisphere. We are currently in the Southern Hemisphere."

"Daddy, what is the equator?"

"The equator is the line of latitude that runs right in the middle of our planet. It perfectly divides our planet into north and south. You can see that line when you look at a map," Chen Dong continued to explain to the two brothers.

Xiao Rongguo glanced at his brother as he took out an atlas from beside his chair. He opened it and indeed saw the median line. Suddenly, he asked, "Uncle Dong, who drew this line? Was it fair?"

"Hahaha!"

Chen Dong smiled helplessly. Children's questions are always strange and endless. Chen Dong patiently explained the origin of the equator to the two little ones. Before they knew it, the plane had come to a stop at its parking position. The cabin door opened, and Chen Dong led the two little ones and slowly walked down the pier.

Beside the five Mercedes-Benz cars, several white bodyguards in black stood guard. A man wearing a red tie quickly stepped forward and shook Chen Dong's hand. "Mr. Chen, I am Lawrence from Volkswagen. Our president, Mr. Paul, has already booked a room at the hotel for you."

Chen Dong nodded politely to him, then got into the silver Mercedes-Benz in the middle with the two children. After Chen Dong got in, the bodyguards who had come with him got into four other cars, and the convoy drove directly out of the airport.

As they drove towards the city, Xiao Rongguo peered out the car window, curiously observing the scenery. He saw people of all races walking on the streets, and even a large woman carrying a bucket on her head, swaggering along.

"Brother, look! That black auntie can balance a bucket of water on her head without it falling off! That's amazing!" Xiao Rongguo said with the curiosity of a child. Xiao Chenhui replied dismissively, "I've seen that before. There's nothing special about it."

The car drove for almost half an hour before entering Johannesburg. There were even more pedestrians on the street. Some were wearing suits, some were wearing local traditional clothing, some were white, some were black, and some were Indians wearing headscarves. All kinds of skin colors were mixed together. Xiao Rongguo couldn't take it all in. One moment he would point to the left and say, "Brother, look how tall that building is." The next moment he would point to the right and say, "Brother, look how curly that black man's hair is."

The two rascals sat by the car window, enthusiastically commenting on the people outside. Chen Dong watched the car turn into the hotel gate, where there were even armed security guards. He patted the two boys' bottoms and said, "Sit tight, we're at the hotel."

As soon as the car came to a stop, a black doorman ran over and opened the car door. Chen Dong stepped out of the car, casually pulled out a ten-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to the doorman. The doorman almost reflexively accepted the tip Chen Dong threw at him, and pushed the car to the trunk to get his luggage.

"Chen! My friend, welcome to South Africa!"

Volkswagen CEO Joachim Bohr stood at the hotel entrance, wearing a dark gray suit, his hair neatly combed, and a gentle expression on his face. Upon seeing Chen Dong, he quickly walked over, smiling and extending his hand.

"Mr. Paul, you're too kind," Chen Dong replied with a smile, then pointed to the two little ones beside him, "This is my son Jimmy, and this is my nephew Jean-Germain."

"Oh! What adorable little gentlemen!" Paul bent down, teasing the two children. "Welcome to South Africa!"