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Yang Yin thread: "Money, I love you!"
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Re: ICA cockup ying yang's application details were fake.
everyone fakes their details the key issue here is ica allowing him to live in sg to set up a company with fake details.
What do you expect from a chink?
everyone fakes their details the key issue here is ica allowing him to live in sg to set up a company with fake details.Re: ICA cockup ying yang's application details were fake.
This China man has made a fool out of that Gracious Foo right under her nose.
This China man has made a fool out of that Gracious Foo right under her nose.
Re: Yang Yin's LPA Likely to Be Revoked
If this guy found guilty, he will be deported back to china and enjoy his spoils.
Then mina can visit him, have nasi lemak in fancy eatery, and talk about old times grass and roots cutting
Then he get someone to write book in china about details of old lady to revenge on her family and milk this scandal.:(
If this guy found guilty, he will be deported back to china and enjoy his spoils.
Then mina can visit him, have nasi lemak in fancy eatery, and talk about old times grass and roots cutting
Then he get someone to write book in china about details of old lady to revenge on her family and milk this scandal.:(
Re: ICA cockup ying yang's application details were fake.
Grace Fool does have a big nose
Grace Fool does have a big nose
Re: ICA cockup ying yang's application details were fake.
If one care to csi. There are many small small Tiong offices with big big diversified business on paper with inter company dealings, and if look on the wall at reception area, you can see letters from mp thanking them for helping in erections, letters with sg parliament letter heads.........:*:
If one care to csi. There are many small small Tiong offices with big big diversified business on paper with inter company dealings, and if look on the wall at reception area, you can see letters from mp thanking them for helping in erections, letters with sg parliament letter heads.........:*:
Re: ICA cockup ying yang's application details were fake.
same expectation as you. if you can fark it up, so can chinkie. song boh?
What do you expect from a chink?
same expectation as you. if you can fark it up, so can chinkie. song boh?
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Re: ICA cockup ying yang's application details were fake.
The question is , is the Chinaman grateful to the Great Fool.
The question is , is the Chinaman grateful to the Great Fool.
Re: ICA cockup ying yang's application details were fake.
In Singapore, it doesn't matter if foreigners have fake identity or fake qualifications.
They are well entitled to cushy jobs and to participate in grassroots activities.
Oh, and all that with no NS too.
2004-2014... happy 10th anniversary of Lee Hsien Loong's rule.
In Singapore, it doesn't matter if foreigners have fake identity or fake qualifications.
They are well entitled to cushy jobs and to participate in grassroots activities.
Oh, and all that with no NS too.
2004-2014... happy 10th anniversary of Lee Hsien Loong's rule.
Re: ICA cockup ying yang's application details were fake.
Huh? He rule only 10 years? It seems much much longer......................
Huh? He rule only 10 years? It seems much much longer......................
2004-2014... happy 10th anniversary of Lee Hsien Loong's rule.
Re: ICA cockup ying yang's application details were fake.
Look at my signature. Singapore has gone to the dogs. All in 10 years!
In Singapore, it doesn't matter if foreigners have fake identity or fake qualifications.
They are well entitled to cushy jobs and to participate in grassroots activities.
Oh, and all that with no NS too.
2004-2014... happy 10th anniversary of Lee Hsien Loong's rule.
Look at my signature. Singapore has gone to the dogs. All in 10 years!
Re: ICA cockup ying yang's application details were fake.
Once upon a time, you get grumpy local doctors in public healthcare institutions, but at least they get the job done.
Now, Lee Hsien Loong has imported these third-rate doctors to endanger our safety, while at the same time hoarding the best doctors at private hospitals so that people like Mugabe could drop by for a visit.
Once upon a time, you get grumpy local doctors in public healthcare institutions, but at least they get the job done.
Now, Lee Hsien Loong has imported these third-rate doctors to endanger our safety, while at the same time hoarding the best doctors at private hospitals so that people like Mugabe could drop by for a visit.
Re: ICA cockup ying yang's application details were fake.
Or fake FT too...
NOT LONG AGO I was offered work as a quality-control expert with an American company in China I’d never heard of. No experience necessary—which was good, because I had none. I’d be paid $1,000 for a week, put up in a fancy hotel, and wined and dined in Dongying, an industrial city in Shandong province I’d also never heard of. The only requirements were a fair complexion and a suit.
“I call these things ‘White Guy in a Tie’ events,” a Canadian friend of a friend named Jake told me during the recruitment pitch he gave me in Beijing, where I live. “Basically, you put on a suit, shake some hands, and make some money. We’ll be in ‘quality control,’ but nobody’s gonna be doing any quality control. You in?”
I was.
And so I became a fake businessman in China, an often lucrative gig for underworked expatriates here. One friend, an American who works in film, was paid to represent a Canadian company and give a speech espousing a low-carbon future. Another was flown to Shanghai to act as a seasonal-gifts buyer. Recruiting fake businessmen is one way to create the image—particularly, the image of connection—that Chinese companies crave. My Chinese-language tutor, at first aghast about how much we were getting paid, put it this way: “Having foreigners in nice suits gives the company face.”
Six of us met at the Beijing airport, where Jake briefed us on the details. We were supposedly representing a California-based company that was building a facility in Dongying. Our responsibilities would include making daily trips to the construction site, attending a ribbon-cutting ceremony, and hobnobbing. During the ceremony, one of us would have to give a speech as the company’s director. That duty fell to my friend Ernie, who, in his late 30s, was the oldest of our group. His business cards had already been made.
Dongying was home to Sun Tzu, the author of The Art of War, and that’s just about all it has going for it. The landscape is dry and bleak, with factories in all directions. We were met at the airport by Ken, a young Canadian of Taiwanese extraction with a brush cut and leather jacket, whose company, we were told, had been subcontracted to manage the project.
The lobby at our hotel was dimly lit and smelled like bad seafood. “At least we have a nice view,” Ernie deadpanned as he opened the drapes in our room to reveal a scrap yard. A truck had been stripped for parts, and old tires were heaped into a pile. A dog yelped.
Ken drove us to the company’s temporary offices: small rooms with cement floors and metal walls arranged around a courtyard. We toured the facility, which built high-tech manufacturing equipment, then returned to the office and sat for hours. Across the courtyard, we could hear Ernie rehearsing his speech.
The next morning was the official ribbon-cutting ceremony. A stage and red carpet had been set up near the construction site. Pretty girls in red dragon-patterned dresses greeted visitors, and Chinese pop blared from loudspeakers. Down the street, police in yellow vests directed traffic. The mayor was there with other local dignitaries, and so were TV cameras and reporters. We stood in the front row wearing suits, safety vests, and hard hats. As we waited for the ceremony to begin, a foreman standing beside me barked at workers still visible on the construction site. They scurried behind the scaffolding.
“Are you the boss?” I asked him.
He looked at me quizzically. “You’re the boss.”
Actually, Ernie was the boss. After a brief introduction, “Director” Ernie delivered his speech before the hundred or so people in attendance. He boasted about the company’s long list of international clients and emphasized how happy we were to be working on such an important project. When the speech was over, confetti blasted over the stage, fireworks popped above the dusty field beside us, and Ernie posed for a photo with the mayor.
For the next few days, we sat in the office swatting flies and reading magazines, purportedly high-level employees of a U.S. company that, I later discovered, didn’t really exist. We were so important, in fact, that two of the guys were hired to stay for eight months (to be fair, they actually then received quality-control training).
“Lots happening,” Ken told me. “We need people for a week every month. It’ll be better next time, too. We’ll have new offices.” He paused before adding: “Bring a computer. You can watch movies all day.”
PRESENTED BY
From The Atlantic June 8 2010 issue
What do you expect from a chink?
Or fake FT too...
NOT LONG AGO I was offered work as a quality-control expert with an American company in China I’d never heard of. No experience necessary—which was good, because I had none. I’d be paid $1,000 for a week, put up in a fancy hotel, and wined and dined in Dongying, an industrial city in Shandong province I’d also never heard of. The only requirements were a fair complexion and a suit.
“I call these things ‘White Guy in a Tie’ events,” a Canadian friend of a friend named Jake told me during the recruitment pitch he gave me in Beijing, where I live. “Basically, you put on a suit, shake some hands, and make some money. We’ll be in ‘quality control,’ but nobody’s gonna be doing any quality control. You in?”
I was.
And so I became a fake businessman in China, an often lucrative gig for underworked expatriates here. One friend, an American who works in film, was paid to represent a Canadian company and give a speech espousing a low-carbon future. Another was flown to Shanghai to act as a seasonal-gifts buyer. Recruiting fake businessmen is one way to create the image—particularly, the image of connection—that Chinese companies crave. My Chinese-language tutor, at first aghast about how much we were getting paid, put it this way: “Having foreigners in nice suits gives the company face.”
Six of us met at the Beijing airport, where Jake briefed us on the details. We were supposedly representing a California-based company that was building a facility in Dongying. Our responsibilities would include making daily trips to the construction site, attending a ribbon-cutting ceremony, and hobnobbing. During the ceremony, one of us would have to give a speech as the company’s director. That duty fell to my friend Ernie, who, in his late 30s, was the oldest of our group. His business cards had already been made.
Dongying was home to Sun Tzu, the author of The Art of War, and that’s just about all it has going for it. The landscape is dry and bleak, with factories in all directions. We were met at the airport by Ken, a young Canadian of Taiwanese extraction with a brush cut and leather jacket, whose company, we were told, had been subcontracted to manage the project.
The lobby at our hotel was dimly lit and smelled like bad seafood. “At least we have a nice view,” Ernie deadpanned as he opened the drapes in our room to reveal a scrap yard. A truck had been stripped for parts, and old tires were heaped into a pile. A dog yelped.
Ken drove us to the company’s temporary offices: small rooms with cement floors and metal walls arranged around a courtyard. We toured the facility, which built high-tech manufacturing equipment, then returned to the office and sat for hours. Across the courtyard, we could hear Ernie rehearsing his speech.
The next morning was the official ribbon-cutting ceremony. A stage and red carpet had been set up near the construction site. Pretty girls in red dragon-patterned dresses greeted visitors, and Chinese pop blared from loudspeakers. Down the street, police in yellow vests directed traffic. The mayor was there with other local dignitaries, and so were TV cameras and reporters. We stood in the front row wearing suits, safety vests, and hard hats. As we waited for the ceremony to begin, a foreman standing beside me barked at workers still visible on the construction site. They scurried behind the scaffolding.
“Are you the boss?” I asked him.
He looked at me quizzically. “You’re the boss.”
Actually, Ernie was the boss. After a brief introduction, “Director” Ernie delivered his speech before the hundred or so people in attendance. He boasted about the company’s long list of international clients and emphasized how happy we were to be working on such an important project. When the speech was over, confetti blasted over the stage, fireworks popped above the dusty field beside us, and Ernie posed for a photo with the mayor.
For the next few days, we sat in the office swatting flies and reading magazines, purportedly high-level employees of a U.S. company that, I later discovered, didn’t really exist. We were so important, in fact, that two of the guys were hired to stay for eight months (to be fair, they actually then received quality-control training).
“Lots happening,” Ken told me. “We need people for a week every month. It’ll be better next time, too. We’ll have new offices.” He paused before adding: “Bring a computer. You can watch movies all day.”
PRESENTED BY
From The Atlantic June 8 2010 issue
Re: ICA cockup ying yang's application details were fake.
Yes really endangering our lives to have third world doctors. Who gives MOH permission to use third world doctors when we are paying first world rate! $108 for A&E, a few hundred times of Rm1 that others are paying.
Once upon a time, you get grumpy local doctors in public healthcare institutions, but at least they get the job done.
Now, Lee Hsien Loong has imported these third-rate doctors to endanger our safety, while at the same time hoarding the best doctors at private hospitals so that people like Mugabe could drop by for a visit.
Yes really endangering our lives to have third world doctors. Who gives MOH permission to use third world doctors when we are paying first world rate! $108 for A&E, a few hundred times of Rm1 that others are paying.
Re: ICA cockup ying yang's application details were fake.
受权人资格被撤销 杨寅不上诉
持久授权书受权人资格取消，14天上诉期间昨天到期，杨寅放弃上诉！富婆持久授权书毫无异议撤销，保住4000万元资产三部曲，成功抢下第一胜！
中国籍前导游杨寅（40岁）被指侵占富婆钟庆春（87岁）4000万元财产一案，家事司法法院在上个月24日裁定，钟庆春有足够心智能力撤销她在2012年7月12日制定、授权于中国籍前导游杨寅的持久授权书。
公共监护人办公室隔天宣布正式撤销这份持久授权书，杨寅受权资格也已被撤销，不过杨寅可在14天内提出上诉，期限昨天到期。
代表杨寅的梁旺伍律师昨午受询时表示，虽然期限是到昨晚，杨寅已决定不要上诉。
http://news.omy.sg/News/Local-News/story20141209-311474
受权人资格被撤销 杨寅不上诉
持久授权书受权人资格取消，14天上诉期间昨天到期，杨寅放弃上诉！富婆持久授权书毫无异议撤销，保住4000万元资产三部曲，成功抢下第一胜！
中国籍前导游杨寅（40岁）被指侵占富婆钟庆春（87岁）4000万元财产一案，家事司法法院在上个月24日裁定，钟庆春有足够心智能力撤销她在2012年7月12日制定、授权于中国籍前导游杨寅的持久授权书。
公共监护人办公室隔天宣布正式撤销这份持久授权书，杨寅受权资格也已被撤销，不过杨寅可在14天内提出上诉，期限昨天到期。
代表杨寅的梁旺伍律师昨午受询时表示，虽然期限是到昨晚，杨寅已决定不要上诉。
http://news.omy.sg/News/Local-News/story20141209-311474
Ex-tour guide not filing appeal over LPA
Published on Dec 9, 2014 5:55 AM
The deadline for former China tour guide Yang Yin (above) to appeal was yesterday, said his lawyer.
By Carolyn Khew
Former China tour guide Yang Yin will not appeal against a court ruling that led to the authorities revoking his power over a wealthy widow's welfare and finances.
The Family Court had ruled two weeks ago that Madam Chung Khin Chun has the mental capacity to revoke the Lasting Power of Attorney (LPA) she granted Yang in 2012.
The Office of the Public Guardian (OPG) proceeded to revoke the LPA on Nov 25 - a day after the Family Court's decision.
Yang's lawyer Joseph Liow told The Straits Times yesterday that his client will not be appealing against the decision. When asked why, Mr Liow declined to reveal details, citing confidentiality reasons. He added that the deadline for appeal was yesterday.
In September, the OPG had requested the Family Court appoint a medical expert to independently assess Madam Chung's mental capacity shortly after she applied to revoke the LPA.
The 87-year-old, who has assets estimated at $40 million, was diagnosed with dementia this year.
Yang's lawyers will return to court tomorrow for a closed-door session to hear an application by Madam Chung's niece Hedy Mok, who is asking for full legal rights to care for her aunt.
At present, the limited deputy powers that the court granted Madam Mok in August allow her only to commence court proceedings on behalf of her aunt to preserve or recover her assets.
Having full deputy rights, however, would mean that she can legally have a greater say in caring for her aunt's personal welfare.
Yang, 40, met Madam Chung in 2008 when he was hired as her personal tour guide on a holiday to Beijing. A year later, he moved to Singapore to live with the widow, who has no children, in her Gerald Crescent bungalow estimated to be worth $30 million.
Madam Mok has alleged, in a civil suit, that Yang manipulated her aunt into handing over her assets estimated to be worth $40 million.
She is now trying to add Yang's wife, Madam Weng Yandan, 34, his parents and his previous bailor as defendants.
Apart from that ongoing civil suit, Yang is facing 334 charges for allegedly falsifying receipts made to his company Young Music and Dance Studio, as well as immigration offences.
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