Chapter 2012: People's Livelihood is Greater than Heaven

Jian Zhao Hongzhang took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer and threw it on the desk.

"Smoke!"

Ye Pu said sarcastically: "The child used one billion US dollars, just to buy a pack of your cigarettes?"

"Grandpa Ye, you have misunderstood." How could Zhou Andong let the old man be squeezed by Ye Pu: "My grandpa's cigarettes, no matter when I come, I can smoke and take them as I please. It has nothing to do with my donation.

I donated one billion US dollars because I couldn't stand the arrogance and domineering of US imperialism.

You look down on China and don't agree to let us join the International Space Station. Fine, we won't join. The country has no money, but I do.

Back then, when New China was just founded, we were poor and blank, and there was almost no industrial foundation, but we still managed to get the two bombs and one satellite out. How could a space station stump us?

When one day our space station is floating in space, we will invite all countries in the world to join, and we will just shut the United States out.

When we succeed in landing on the moon and get the lunar soil, we will give some to whoever wants it, just not to the United States, to piss off those sons of bitches."

Zhou Andong's words were very plain and simple, but to the ears of the three old men, it was blood-boiling.

Even so, if three or four thousand people really came, the ones in the back probably wouldn't be able to see clearly. As for listening to songs, there was definitely no problem. Although the sound equipment was all domestic, the effect was definitely not inferior to high-end imported goods, and there were more than 80 speakers.

And they were all grasped by Gu Bing himself. The layout and debugging of sound and lighting were all found by professional teams. The construction of the entire stage cost more than 3 million. This guy really dared to spend money.

At this time, Gu Bing stood on the east side of the stage with his hands behind his back, watching a group of people busy debugging the sound equipment. No matter whether they understood it or not, as long as he stood here, everyone had to be careful when working and dared not have a trace of sloppiness.

"Boss Gu, the sound can be debugged by noon."

Gu Bing nodded: "What about the lighting?"

"This has to be asked to Han Dahai." The literary youth shouted at a middle-aged man: "Old Han!"

The middle-aged man looked back and saw the literary youth standing beside Gu Bing, waving at him. It was just the boss looking for him, so he ran over in small steps.

"Boss Gu!"

Han Dahai was big and thick, but he wore nearsighted glasses, which looked a bit discordant no matter how he looked.

Gu Bing asked: "Can the lighting be finished today?"

"No problem." Han Dahai said: "After the debugging is completed, the effect can only be tested at night."

"As long as it doesn't delay tomorrow's business." Gu Bing smiled: "After finishing the work, I will treat you to a big meal."

"Thank you, Boss Gu." The literary youth said flatteringly.

It is said that cultural people are arrogant, but they can't see it at all in the literary youth. Instead, they can see the snobbery of this guy as a businessman.

At this time, on a train from Jingcheng to Dahushan, passing through Jiangzhou, several young men and women were talking about the Jiangzhou Music Festival in the carriage.

"This is the first time we have held a music festival. To be honest, we have to thank Kong Xinghua."

The speaker was a young man, not tall, and didn't look very satisfactory, but among these people, he still looked like the core.

If Zhou Andong was on the train, he would definitely be able to recognize that this guy was Gao Xiaosong (Aida Jin).

And several other people, some have become famous, and some will become popular in the future.

For example, *The Same Table*, although this single was released only a few months ago, that wolf has begun to show his head.

"I really don't understand." A short-haired girl was very puzzled: "Could it be that Kong Xinghua doesn't know that the boss behind Future Culture is Zhou Andong?"

This girl is Chen Lin. The *Your Tenderness I Will Never Understand* released last year sold 1.5 million copies. At this time, she can be said to be very popular.

"He knows."

A slightly dark-skinned, fat, and plain-looking young man smiled disdainfully.

"The reason why Kong Xinghua dared to reach out to Future Culture and didn't take Zhou Andong in his eyes is because his elder brother is supporting him behind his back."

This person is Xiao Jian, who sings *Friends*. Although this song *Friends* will be released next year, his debut work *Heart's Prayer* was released as early as 1984.

Gao Xiaosong smiled and said: "Kong Xingzhong is the president of China Insurance, and his status and position are there. And he also has the support of several big families like the Liu family and the Feng family behind him. We children of the big courtyard have to give him some face.

In this way, Kong Xingzhong gradually became inflated, more and more arrogant, and even didn't take us children of the big courtyard in his eyes. Naturally, he wouldn't take Zhou Andong to heart.

But in fact, Zhou Andong's background is far from as simple as it looks on the surface. Kong Xingzhong's excessive inflation eventually led him to hit an iron plate, his brains were knocked out, and he lost his little life. It can be said that he ate his own fruit."

"Even if Zhou Andong has no background, do you think Kong Xingzhong can do anything to him?" Xiao Jian sneered: "In the past two years, Zhou Andong has been doing charity, and the amount of donations is amazing."

Saying that, he pointed to the newspaper on the dining table, which was bought at a newsstand outside the train station before getting on the train: "Now, he has donated 1 billion US dollars to the country again, and successfully acquired part of Sony's shares, becoming the fourth-largest shareholder of the company.

Faced with such strong financial resources and influence, let alone Kong Xingzhong personally, even the families behind him have to weigh whether they can confront Zhou Andong."

"That's true!" Gao Xiaosong nodded in agreement: "I have never admired anyone, Zhou Andong is definitely the only one."

Besides this carriage, in several carriages, there were also many people in the music circle gathered together, heading to Jiangzhou to watch the music festival.

After six o'clock in the evening, Zhou Andong and the others entered Jiangzhou and went directly to the municipal reception house.

What Zhou Andong didn't expect was that Deng Changli and the Minister of the Propaganda Department, Jiang Mingsheng, were also there, and personally stood at the entrance of the reception house to welcome them.

"Leader!" Zhou Andong said with a smile: "You doing this puts a lot of pressure on me. If this music festival is not done well, wouldn't I become a sinner of Jiangzhou?"