Hearing Old Wang say this, Jack Ma nodded and decided to sponsor the women's football team with one billion.
Otherwise, it would be disheartening to see the women's football team striving for national glory while their treatment was worse than those who just indulged themselves.
"Alright, let's sponsor the women's football team and give them a better life," Jack Ma nodded.
"Let's go, we'll have tea. It'll be time for dinner soon," Old Wang said, putting his arm around Jack Ma's shoulders as they walked towards the tea room.
Xia Feng was sitting in the living room drinking tea, with Qin Wen sitting beside him, brewing tea and chatting with Xia Feng.
At this moment, Xia Feng's phone rang. He saw it was Old Li calling.
"Xia Feng, are you returning to Modu?"
As soon as Xia Feng answered, Old Li spoke first.
"Yes, I returned last night," Xia Feng replied.
"I had something to tell you, but since you're back, I'll tell you over the phone. I need a small favor," Old Li chuckled.
After all, when asking for a favor, one must first adopt a friendly attitude, and a smile is essential.
"Go ahead, what is it?" Xia Feng asked, taking a sip of tea with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"A company in our country has been frequently suppressed by foreign entities. Western countries don't want to see our products rise, so they've been resorting to underhanded tactics. It's difficult for us to intervene directly, so we have to ask you."
Old Li explained the general situation.
After listening, Xia Feng said, "No problem, this is something I should do."
"Then I'll trouble you. I'll have him contact you. If he needs anything, I'll have him tell you directly," Old Li said politely again.
"Old Li, please don't be so polite with me next time. I will do anything for the country without hesitation," Xia Feng reminded Old Li.
"Haha... alright, then I won't be polite next time I need something," Old Li laughed heartily, his mood greatly improved.
"Okay."
They chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up.
Qin Wen watched Xia Feng finish his call. She understood the general gist of the conversation and knew that Xia Feng had strong morals and was dedicated to the country and its people.
This was why Qin Wen liked Xia Feng so much. He was a god who could do anything he pleased, yet he remained low-key, kind, and treated everyone without airs. More importantly, he was patriotic and loved the land that gave birth to and raised him.
To have such a husband was truly a blessing accumulated over ten thousand lifetimes, but unfortunately, she lacked that fortune.
After hanging up with Xia Feng, Old Li asked his secretary to call the general manager of the company he mentioned.
When Ren Fei received the call from Old Li's secretary, he was a bit bewildered. He asked respectfully, "Secretary Liu, did Old Li really say that? He wants me to go to Modu to find someone named Xia Feng?"
"Mr. Ren, please go. I guarantee you'll be able to do whatever you want. From now on, no one in the world will deliberately make things difficult for you, unless they act secretly."
Seeing Ren Fei's disbelief, Secretary Liu added.
Secretary Liu was Old Li's secretary and was well aware of Xia Feng's affairs. He was the only person in the country who could enter the Siheyuan whenever he pleased.
Moreover, he had an indescribably good relationship with the "Four Elders," and Old Li always spoke of him with respect.
"This... Alright, I certainly trust what Old Li says."
Ren Fei wasn't disbelieving, but rather found it incredibly bizarre. He was already of a certain age and tended to overthink things.
"That's good. You'll see some familiar faces when you get there," Secretary Liu added.
"Secretary Liu, what do you mean?" Ren Fei was utterly confused.
"Mr. Ren, just do as I say. You'll understand when you get there." Secretary Liu didn't intend to say more.
After all, a secretary must first know how to keep silent. Some things should only be hinted at, not revealed.
If one couldn't even control their mouth, they wouldn't be able to serve Old Li.
"Okay, I understand. Thank you, Secretary Liu." Ren Fei expressed his gratitude.
After they hung up, Secretary Liu sent the villa's address to Ren Fei's phone.
"Xiao Wang, help me book a flight to Modu, as soon as possible," Ren Fei called out towards the door of his office.
That afternoon, Ren Fei flew to Modu. He wore a mask and a hat and took a taxi to Xia Feng's villa.
Ren Fei disliked ostentatious displays. He never used a driver, either driving himself, taking the subway, or taking a taxi when traveling.
This was a habit he had developed over the years. As a company CEO, he was considered one of the most low-key.
In 2019, Jack Ma had even praised him as the most low-key, mysterious, and insightful entrepreneur in the country.
He had a good relationship with Jack Ma, and they often interacted.
In the business circle, Jack Ma was quite popular, and many people had good relations with him.
Of course, with the exception of Pony Ma.
Although when asked if they had a good private relationship, Pony Ma often nodded in agreement, saying they were very close in private.
Close, my ass! They wished each other dead, how could they be close?
Of course, while Pony Ma could utter such hypocritical words, Jack Ma couldn't. When asked about such topics, he would never answer, but only laugh heartily.
After all, sometimes laughter can convey many meanings.
Ren Fei took a taxi to the villa on the mountaintop. After getting out of the car, he walked towards the villa.
From the outside, the villa was enormous. Owning such a villa in Modu was a testament to significant wealth.
Of course, these things were just small toys in Ren Fei's eyes, and his heart remained largely unperturbed.
No matter how large a villa is, you only sleep in one bed. If the family is small, you might feel very lonely.
The most important thing in life is to be happy. Some material possessions shouldn't be taken too seriously.
As Ren Fei walked towards the villa, he saw a foreigner sweeping the ground at the entrance. The villa was located on the mountaintop, and sweeping leaves at four in the afternoon was a normal operation.
Ren Fei had an exceptional ability to read people's expressions and demeanor. The foreigner sweeping the ground at the entrance looked like a person of great wealth, not like a servant. With a sense of curiosity, he walked over and asked:
"Hello, is this Xia Feng's home?"
Hughs Wang paused his work, looked at Ren Fei, and nodded, saying, "Yes."
Because Hughs Wang rarely came out in the past, they did not know each other.
If Durapeter, the foreigner, had been present, they would have recognized each other.
"Oh, thank you. May I come in?" Ren Fei asked with a smile.
"Go in, just don't disturb my sweeping," Hughs Wang said, continuing to sweep the ground without paying further attention to Ren Fei.
Ren Fei's lips twitched. He hadn't expected this foreigner to have such a rude attitude.