"Ah?" Wang Weiru asked in confusion: "What does it mean."

Liu Cheng smiled and said, "Do you remember that I mentioned an Internet thinking model to scare you? Do you think that proposition of young people's social metaverse?"

"Remember!" Wang Weiru nodded vigorously. It was then that she realized that the man in front of her was such a bad man, and he could actually think of such a bad idea.

And then Liu Cheng actually got a set of logic of an addictive trap, which perfectly fits that logic.

Triggering, buying volume and viral marketing, the method of cutting one knife is simply terrifying.

Action, bringing those mothers and daughters into the so-called metaverse and flirting around is the motivation, and giving gifts can make love with each other, which is the ability.

Rewards, constantly losing yourself in the voices of sweet brothers, is a reward for free, and spending more money can get further rewards, and even airborne all over the country.

Investment, whether it is spending more money, such as opening the so-called emperor membership, is investment, or more time, and more triggers.

At that time, she was very sure that Liu Cheng would not do that, otherwise the first feeling would be to run away.

Liu Cheng sneered and said, "Actually, this is not a new thing. This kind of thing already existed in the old society."

"In the past, many great charitable people always liked to store land. After the land was settled, they started to want to collect rent from the commissioner. During the disaster year, they kept buying land."

"These great charity people found that they were too slow to collect land, so they began to lend money everywhere, rolling around, forcing the farmers to sell the land to these great charity people with cheap prices."

"Then the great charity started collecting rent, but the proportion of rent was very delicate. On the one hand, the commissioners should not be allowed to run away. Otherwise, they would go to other families to plant their land. What should they do if they do?"

"On the one hand, the great charity wants to collect more rent, and the commissioners always maintain a desperate situation of not starving to death."

"But this is definitely not possible. When the year of disaster comes, the servants will not be able to eat enough, and they will smash the warehouses of the great charlatans. People will starve to death. If they don't smash, they will die, and they will die, and they will die."

Wang Weiru looked at Liu Cheng for no reason and asked in confusion: "Does this have anything to do with the issue we are discussing?"

This passage is simply a bad word. What does it have to do with Liu Cheng’s choice?

Liu Cheng smiled and said, "The great charity has two concerns, that is, these servants will smash his granary and run to other people's fields to farm. Therefore, they will don't give porridge during the disaster year, and on weekdays, they will not force the servants to death."

"So the people at that time called them great good people."

"But it's different now. There are too many people now. If you don't work, some people will work! Nearly tens of millions of college students who graduated a year are full of labor."

"And there is no need to worry about being smashed into the granary, because in the year of disaster, someone will provide the best charity under the new form."

"This is called transferring risks to society."

Wang Weiru thought seriously for a long time before looking at Liu Cheng in surprise and said, "I understand, but I only understand a little bit."

Liu Cheng said with some regret: "In addition to lending and leasing land, the great charity people nowadays have several more ways to collect rent, such as installment, consumerism, real estate, finance, etc., but they are essentially the same."

"It is the sentence we recite every day that production relations determine the development of productivity."

Wang Weiru thought of herself, and she said blankly: "Just like the 100-square-meter house you gave me, it may have increased to an unknown amount of money in ten years. I may not be able to afford it for you in my life?"

“Is this part of rent collection?”

Liu Cheng glanced at Wang Weiru and nodded gently. In the new way of collecting rent, Wang Weiru's understanding combined with herself, she understood it very clearly.

Liu Cheng looked at the dark night. Before the street lights were on, the front of the road was like a bloody mouth that was chosen by others. He lowered the speed of the car and continued, "This way of collecting rent actually makes people breathless."

"But... some people play to new heights, called monopoly."

"Once you monopolize, you will have all the bargaining power, and then you will swallow everyone whole."

Why did Liu Cheng help Qihoo? It was Penguin’s difficult decision to choose one of two, which was a standard monopoly behavior.

He looked at the dark road ahead and sighed: "I can't do much, but in the cybersecurity market, everyone is eating in the same pot, and someone wants to smash our pot, I'm not happy."

Wang Wei nodded with a slight understanding, then thought carefully for a long time before saying, "I understand, if the pot is smashed, Kuway Information will be in trouble."

Liu Cheng lowered his car speed a little more. When the street lights are not on, he should pay attention to driving safety. He sighed and said, "Just like the question I asked you, do you think this world should look like this now?"

"Do you smoke? Are you dancing? Are you tattooed?" He suddenly asked a strange question.

Wang Weiru half raised her head and shook her body and asked, "Smoking teeth and bad breath, Liu Dashan, would you please let me smoke?"

"I don't dare to go there if you don't take me with you on the nightclub of the disco, but I don't dare to go there myself. There is no way, you are too beautiful and can easily cause trouble."

"Tattoo, Liu Da Shanren, do you like it? I heard that a tattoo with tattoos that end up on the abdomen has a special meaning. Does Liu Da Shanren like this?"

Liu Cheng stared at Wang Weiru with his eyes and said viciously: "You dare to tattoo such messy things! Don't show up in my world, I don't like it!"

His expression was very fierce and he was not joking.

When Wang Weiru saw Liu Cheng's eyes full of possessiveness and dominance, he was satisfied.

Little girl, I have already known the little bit of savage in your belly!

She said mysteriously: "But there are tattoo stickers, especially the kind that sticks all over the body, wow! Should Boss Liu be added to the wish list?"

Hiss! Liu Cheng took a breath of air conditioning, and the global warming, he worked hard.

Wang Weiru looked at Liu Cheng's expression, giggled, then laughed loudly, covered the corner of her mouth and said, "Okay, okay, sir Liu, don't talk."

"I know, you don't like it, you don't like it at all! I like it all, okay. Oh my goodness, my kind-hearted man, is such a kind person."

"Hahaha."

When it comes to playing, Wang Weiru always takes Liu Cheng tightly, and can always make new tricks that he has never imagined and plays to a new level.

"The lights are on!" Wang Weiru looked at the street lights on the roadside in surprise, and the dim lights illuminated the heavy snow.

"So beautiful." Wang Weiru said in a daze.

Liu Cheng looked at the lighted street lights, but smiled and said, "Do you still remember the social risk transfer just now?"

"Actually, the great charity in China has made a mistake in a logic."

"They have no scruples on labor because they can transfer risks to the society and allow them to transfer risks on a small scale."

"But if the person who gives them the best guarantees and doesn't want to give them the best, or find that the risk of their transfer is too high. The day when they kill them is no different from crushing a bed bug."

Liu Cheng's vehicle passed by the brightly lit Chang'an Street, drove through Wangfujing, boarded the Guomao Bridge, and drove towards Tongzhou.

The lights were on, and his car was faster.

2010 is a new beginning. Liu Cheng looked at the street lights like a dragon in the rearview mirror and smiled.

Liu Cheng looked at Wang Weiru who was full of hope for his future life and said with a smile: "If you don't plan to leave me, I will give you 10,000 yuan every month as pocket money, don't let yourself down."

Wang Weiru shook his head vigorously and said, "Serious Liu, the gift you gave me is too expensive. I plan to make you free in the physical sense. Hehe, are you happy?"

"Then it's better to have 20,000." Liu Cheng remembered his investment certificate.

"Ah?! I don't want it!" Wang Weiru pouted, turned his head aside, looked at the lights of the Wanjia family passing outside the window, and said in a depressing voice: "I don't want money. If you give it to me, I will jump out of the car."

She was always careful to find ways to make the distance between each other further, but every time Liu Cheng used a way to keep her standing still.

Although she knew she shouldn't be cute, she was still a little angry and a little aggrieved.

"I'm like this, what else do you want me to do? You told me not to please you, aren't you trying to pity me?" Wang Weiru's tears fell and she fell. She didn't play tricks this time, and she really felt a little wronged.

"What are you thinking about random things?" Liu Cheng stretched out his hand, rubbed Wang Weiru's hair, looked at her appearance, and promoted 10% of the scumbag's skills, and said with a doting feeling: "I give you money to tell you not to be wronged. Why is giving you money to slap you?"

"I'm spending some money on my own woman, why can't she? Could it be that she can only look at the bag in the window and can't afford it? Is that a man?"

Wang Weiru shook her body, pushed Liu Cheng's hand away, and said in a depressed mood: "A man's mouth is a lie."
Chapter completed!