(Fake fake and call twice)

Li Fuzhao was silent for a while, and sighed softly: "Now...... Naturally, it's not high......"

"Do you want it to be high?" Li Yiming asked, staring at Li Fuzhao.

Li Guobao's eyes moved slightly, and he only felt that Li Yiming's eyes were terrifyingly bright.

Li Fuzhao missed his eyes slightly, gently turned the ring, and sighed: "Dream ......"

Li Yiming smiled faintly: "You can't ask for it, right?"

Li Fuzhao folded his hands, groaned for a long time, and sighed: "I really want it... Cannot. ”

"I guess you must be very envious of the Li family," Li Yiming narrowed his eyes, "The integration of politics and business, like a small court, although there is only a big fart place, you can rely on the terrain and hug the thighs of Americans to live a comfortable life." ”

Li Fuzhao raised his eyes and smiled, it didn't seem that he had any prejudice against us.

Stretched out his hand to refill Li Yiming's water, and said, "Li Sheng, don't misunderstand, our Li family doesn't have such great ambitions." ”

Looking at the withered hand that trembled slightly, Li Yiming couldn't help but think about it again and again (a thousand words were thrown off by the platform here)

Li Yiming looked at the two calmly, no matter how they behave as adults, they were always affected by their childhood experiences, and he didn't believe that these two people had not been wronged.

There is a kind of psychological trauma, which has nothing to do with rich or poor, it can be said that every Chinese has it, but some of them feel deeper and some of them are shallow.

"It's true that you are rich and powerful, but in the European and American world, the mainstream is still white, and no matter how much money you make, there will still be people who will call you yellow-skinned monkeys and piglets...... I think you should have experienced a lot of this kind of thing, not necessarily yourself, but the people around you,......"

Li Fuzhao held his breath and put down the teapot, his heartbeat was significantly faster.

The atmosphere in the room was getting colder, and Li Guobao clenched his fists uncomfortably, and the topic was a bit heavy.

"They look down on the poor Chinese, they look down on the rich, they laugh and scold the stupid, and they still laugh and scold the smart!

They are excluded, humiliated and bullied just because they are Chinese,...... How did you feel when you were hurt by it, when you knew about it?"

The uncles and nephews had gloomy faces, Li Yiming's words made them feel very uncomfortable, and the two knew very well that even if they were worth billions and had received Western education since childhood, they were still Chinese in the Western world, and Chinese people were always labeled as weak,......

Li Yiming leaned over slightly, looked at the two of them, and asked, "You ...... Any idea why?"

Li Fuzhao opened his mouth slightly, stopped talking, and turned into a sigh.

Li Guobao slammed into his chest in one breath.

"Because the motherland of the Chinese is not strong enough!" Li Yiming said calmly.

Looking at the silent faces of the two, Li Yiming asked again: "You guys, do you know what the motherland is?"

"Li Sheng......" Li Fuzhao was just about to speak, and Li Yiming waved his hand again.

"It's not the place registered in your passport, it's not Taiwan, it's not Singapore, it's not Hong Kong, it's not Macau......"

Li Yiming raised his head and looked at the window, outside the window in the north was the dark sky, and his voice was much lower: "We Chinese can go anywhere and live anywhere, but there is only one motherland, and that is China!"

Li Guobao let out a long breath and nodded silently.

Li Fuzhao also took a long breath of turbidity, gently rubbed his heart, and his heart was about to stop beating when Li Yiming said this.

If Li Yiming told him how good the mainland was and how he hoped that they would take care of the feelings of his compatriots, he would only laugh and perfunctory this kind of cliché, and then turn around and express himself appropriately.

Or Li Yiming argued with him about which of the two social systems was better, and he could argue endlessly for a few days and nights.

But Li Yiming didn't say that at all, but directly uncovered this scar.

"So ......"

Li Yiming picked up the cup, took a sip, and said lightly: "One person is rich, the family is rich, how can it not be as strong as the country and the people, why do many people always don't understand this truth......

"A lot of people don't understand, probably because they don't think they can wait until then. Li Fuzhao sighed.

"You're right. Li Yiming smiled, "10,000 years is too long, seize the day, we have to do a lot of things quickly, we can't do it when we get old and die......"

Li Fuzhao sighed: "It is easy to say that the country is rich and the people are strong, but in fact, it is not simple,......"

Li Guobao raised his eyes and looked at Li Yiming, and said to Li Fuzhao: "Uncle Zhao, I think it is more appropriate for the country to be strong and the people to be rich." ”

"That's because you don't understand the laws of the economy, and development must be staged. The mainland is now in a state of ruin, and it is necessary to concentrate resources on building public facilities. Li Yiming replied casually.

Li Guobao's face was slightly red, and just as he was about to speak, Li Fuzhao had already raised his hand: "Concentrate on building public facilities?"

"Of course, public facilities can serve more people, and the initial stage of socialism is to focus on public facilities to reduce the personal economic burden of the people. ”

Li Yiming looked at the two of them: "You are capitalists, think about it, how much do you use when you have so much wealth? Are the people of Xiangjiang not rich? I think that life is quite hard! Bitter to a certain extent, what do you think will happen?"

"There are still welfare measures in Xiangjiang, and there are also charity associations to do things. Li Guobao explained.

Li Yiming shook his head: "The weather in Xiangjiang is changeable, and it often rains suddenly, if your Li family wants to do good deeds and buy a million umbrellas and put them on the street for others to use, what do you think?"

"That's probably.... You have to be taken away......" Li Guobao frowned and smiled bitterly, a million umbrellas, which is estimated to cost tens of millions.

"If you don't want to be taken away, is there anything you can do?"

"This ......" Li Guobao thought for a while, and suddenly thought of Charlie Chen's mention of Li Yiming's blue ocean plan, "Li Sheng refers to the free advertising umbrella?"

Looking at Li Yiming, Li Guobao said again: "Charlie Chen mentioned to me that it is called the Blue Ocean Project...... I heard that there was also a person present. ”

"Isn't there also myself, six or seven countries, an American and two people are fighting to death, and they look very miserable,......," Li Yiming said and almost laughed out loud.

Li Guobao looked at Li Fuzhao.

Li Fuzhao also laughed twice, and guessed in his heart that these three people would fight regardless of diplomatic etiquette, and it must have something to do with this Li Yiming.

Li Yiming smiled: "Since you know about this plan, have you ever wanted to bring something to the mainland? How about a billion pairs of advertising pants?"

Cough!!!

Li Guobao almost choked out his lungs, clutching his chest violently.

Li Fuzhao was also taken aback, looked at Li Yiming carefully, and confirmed that this was a joke, but the joke was a bit too scary, and said with a bitter face: "Our Li family scattered all their wealth to the mainland, and a billion people can't share a few yuan, I'm afraid this pair of pants is more than ten yuan......"

"You can have shorts! I didn't say I wanted long pants. Li Yiming smiled at the corner of his mouth, "The shorts are very cheap, make some shorts with pockets, use them as underwear in winter, and use them as outer pants when it's hot,...... How about wearing it every day and washing it every day, practical and fashionable?"

Li Fuzhao was stunned, this kid's method of forcing donations is too old and spicy!

"Looking at you like this, I kind of know why those foreigners don't dare to come to me!" Li Yiming sighed.

Li Guobao finally came back to life, and struggled to say: "It's not that we don't want to do this advertisement, it's really a little unaffordable......"

"You're wrong, it's not that you can't afford it, it's that it's not worth it, and the return on investment is low. Li Yiming snorted.

Li Fuzhao smiled bitterly, he didn't dare to take half a word, no matter how rich he was, he couldn't withstand this kid's words, and he couldn't move a billion people, not to mention a pair of pants or a handkerchief.

"There are a billion people in the mainland, you can't afford one person and one pants, think about how much pressure the country has!" Li Yiming looked sad.

Li Fuzhao sighed softly: "This is really powerless, if you donate a few buildings, it's okay." ”

"So you see, when the capitalists see that there are a billion people in the mainland, they will want to take a few dollars out of everyone's pocket, but if they are asked to give a piece of it, it will be like asking them to die!" Li Yiming snorted unhappily.

Li Guobao smiled bitterly: "Yiming, we definitely don't have this idea. ”

"If you don't have this idea now, it doesn't mean that you won't have it in the future, and if you don't have it, it doesn't mean that others don't, in my opinion, if there is more money than a certain number, people's consumption is already completely different, and the mainland's per capita annual income is now less than 100 yuan, but if you have one piece per person, you can also make up a few billionaires, but guess where they will use the money?......"

Li Fuzhao patted the armrest lightly: "I'm afraid it's not easy to say...... Maybe it's food and clothing, maybe it's a bridge and a road,......"