Chapter 63

Lin Ran was interested in Fred and accepted the other party's invitation to go to his home for Christmas, not just because of his son who was only 14 years old.

Seeing Fred's son was just a check-in with the mentality of witnessing history.

In fact, whether the hurricane he set off in this era could become a strong man who would change the political landscape of America by the time his son reached that age was completely unknown.

Of course, this could also become one of the observation samples for whether history convergence exists.

He was more interested in Fred's brother, John George Trump, the physicist who had existed in the memoirs of the academicians of the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

The reason he was called "Qu Runpu" was because in the autobiographical article *My Memories* published by Academician Zhao Zhongyao on the official website of the Institute of High Energy Physics of the Chinese Academy of Sciences on September 23, 2009, he was referred to as Qu Runpu.

Fred's villa was quite luxurious. In the rich area of Queens, besides the black and white diamond marble inlaid with gold leaf fragments showing luxury, its gold-plated telephone made Lin Ran gasp.

"Randolph, I have always seen your name in the news, and I only met you today. Chinese people are all as smart as you." John Trump, who was responsible for entertaining Lin Ran, had a very good attitude.

To be precise, if he didn't know that Lin Ran would come to participate in today's Christmas party, he wouldn't intend to spend Christmas with his brother who was full of the stench of money at all.

He had initially operated a real estate development business with Fred, but later couldn't stand it anymore, so he quit and ran to New York University to study, and then became a professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

"Heh, the gold plating is fake, and as for the gold leaf fragments, Fred found them from the waste materials of other buildings' renovations." Seeming to see the surprise in Lin Ran's eyes, John revealed it without mercy.

Lin Ran didn't answer, pretending not to hear, and praised: "The whole style feels a bit like the Palace of Versailles in France."

John still didn't give Fred face: "A cheap variant of Versailles?"

Lin Ran hadn't thought about how to answer yet, when Fred's voice came from the end of the corridor: "John, you guy, can you not expose me in front of my best friend?

This is thriftiness. You know, our family can have today's family fortune, all relying on my thriftiness!

Come, this is your Uncle Randolph."

Lin Ran looked at Fred's family. After knowing who the other party was, he was not surprised at all that the other party said he was his best friend.

What kind of figure was Fred? But in order to rent houses to Jews, he, who was clearly of German descent from Germany, could say he was Swedish, and was hailed by New York investigators as "the talent to extract every ounce of profit from his housing projects."

For such a talent, it is normal to talk nonsense.

Being called uncle by Fred's many children one by one, this feeling was really quite good.

"Randolph, I have considered your suggestion, and I think it is a good idea. You promised me that I can use your portrait rights. I have thought about it, and I plan to take a few more pieces of land in Flushing, specifically to build low-cost housing for Chinese people.

I will give you two sets for free when the time comes; you be my spokesperson. What do you think?" Fred's wife and maid were preparing dinner in the kitchen, and the children were sitting on the sofa in the living room listening to the adults talk.

Like Fred, who saw an opportunity and had to grab it at all costs, everything he said was business.

However, Lin Ran also really hoped to do this business with the other party.

Before coming, he had made detailed and sufficient preparations in 2020, knowing that this was a rare opportunity.

The rarity here was not in Fred, but in his brother John.

It could help Chinese people in America at present, and could indirectly help Chinese people.

Lin Ran nodded and said: "Of course, as long as your rent is cheaper than the current rent, I am willing to be your spokesperson.

However, I don't want houses; I only want cash. I need to take a cut from the tenants' rent."

Lin Ran thought to himself: No wonder the other party's business couldn't grow big; Donald had to run to Evergrande to seek cooperation. Chinese businessmen send one, saying one layer on their lips, but actually sending a whole building; you send only two sets—no wonder this business can't grow big.

There is still a lot for you to learn about Chinese business wisdom.

Lin Ran recalled the unique temperament of those business mentors on Douyin in his mind, combined with his many years of consulting experience, and opened the "teaching" segment:

"I have summarized the secret of doing business into five words."

The interest of Fred and his children was all raised at once. The business wisdom of a great mathematician was still very attractive, although Fred was still thinking about how many points it would be appropriate to share with Lin Ran.

"What?" they asked in unison.

Lin Ran said: "Buy, buy, buy; combine, combine, combine; circle, circle, circle; big, big, big; good, good, good.

'Buy, buy, buy' is to achieve monopoly through corporate mergers, and then obtain excess profits. High-quality assets are like fire hydrants in Manhattan; the first purchase is to occupy the water source, the second is to form a water supply network, and the third is to control the dispatching power of the city's fire brigade.

'Combine, combine, combine' is to let all individuals who may have an impact on you form a joint force. Mr. Fred donating to the Donkey Party's mayoral candidate and the Elephant Party's presidential candidate at the same time is the best embodiment. A true alliance is not a chain, but letting every participant become a guardian of your interests..."

Fred didn't think Randolph's theory had anything new, but his children were already listening intently.

When "Buy, buy, buy; combine, combine, combine; circle, circle, circle; big, big, big; good, good, good" first sounded in the White House, the Chinese media White House reporters below looked at each other, thinking they had come to the scene of the Evergrande press conference.

After the banquet ended, in the private segment, Lin Ran took the opportunity to find John, "Professor Trump, I have a presumptuous request, hoping you can help me."

John George looked at Lin Ran in confusion. He had been a professor at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology since 1936. As a senior academic, he knew very well Lin Ran's status in the mathematical community.

The authority in the mathematical community was absolutely no less than a Nobel Prize winner, and plus he was also Horkheimer's student, he really couldn't think of any request the other party would have of him.

"Randolph, are you saying you hope I can keep an eye on Fred for you, to ensure that the rent of the new apartments he builds is lower than the previous selling price?"

Lin Ran shook his head:

"No, the remuneration Mr. Fred gives me will be collected by you on my behalf.

I hope you can use it all to buy academic journals and related books in physics, chemistry, and mathematics, and then help me find a way to send them back to Cultural Huaguo.

The excess part will be your remuneration."

Lin Ran looked directly at the other party. In John's view, the Randolph at this time and the person who was talking about business on the dinner table just now were not the same person at all.