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He ended the call.
Ge Feng relayed the message back to his family.
It wasn’t even ten minutes before his father called again.
"Little Feng, tomorrow morning, take an airplane to Shanghai and get that stock transfer contract for Microcrystalline Technology signed off," ordered by Ge Feng’s grandfather, who, as his grandchild, couldn’t escape running errands.
"Why me?"
Hearing that he had to sit on a plane for over a dozen hours, Ge Feng made a sour face.
Ge Feng’s father chuckled, "Who better than you, familiar with Tang Qing? You’re both young and get along well. After you’re done in Shanghai, take a trip to Japan and visit the Maruyama Clan."
"What for?" Ge Feng was confused.
"You’ll find out when you get there," said his father.
Ge Feng couldn’t be bothered to probe further.
"Alright, I’ll go. Consider it a trip. Last time we attended his funeral, never thought he would come back to life again. He really has a strong life force," he remarked, having attended a living person’s funeral for the first time in his life.
"Always with the talk. Rest early, you’re setting off tomorrow morning."
"Got it."
After hanging up the phone,
Ge Feng couldn’t shake the feeling there was a plot brewing.
On the other side of the phone,
Ge Feng’s father smirked slightly.
Of course, there was a plot.
Ge Feng was no longer a young man.
It was time for him to settle down. There was an arrangement with the Maruyama Clan to meet a girl from a Chinese family who was doing quite well in Japanese politics. If they hit it off, they could get the wedding settled sooner rather than later.
It wasn’t a forced match.
After all, as the largest Chinese political and business family in the United States, there were plenty of candidates for a strategic marriage alliance. It was also because of family teachings, as long as the bride wasn’t blonde-haired and blue-eyed, or of African descent, they would accept her.
The Ge family weren’t proponents of pure bloodlines.
They just had a bit of ’tradition’.
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November 3rd.
Morning.
Ge Feng arrived in Shanghai.
Behind him were two bodyguards and two lawyers from his family.
They first stopped at the hotel to drop off their luggage.
Then they rented two cars and followed the fighter to the villa, where at the moment, Tang Qing and Lin Jiaxue were playing badminton in the front yard, and surprisingly, the shuttlecock hadn’t touched the ground in ten minutes.
"Brother Tang, sister-in-law."
As soon as he entered,
Ge Feng gave Tang Qing a hug and nodded towards Lin Jiaxue.
Handing the shuttlecock to the fighter,
Tang Qing smiled and said, "Big brother Ge, come in."
"Sure thing."
Ge Feng followed behind into the living room.
At a glance,
He saw the massive fluorite.
"What a huge piece of fluorite!" Ge Feng rushed over, gently touching it.
"A man who knows his goods," Tang Qing approached.
"My uncle’s family has one too, but not as big as yours," Ge Feng mentioned – his uncle’s family also mined, and they had once made many fist-sized luminous pearls to decorate their home.
And they practically gave them away like they were worthless.
Now, however, Ge Feng had seen enough of them; they were piled up in the warehouse, probably covered in a thick layer of dust.
Such items,
Used to be precious.
That was when mining conditions and locations were limited.
What were once considered luxuries to ordinary people were, to them, no more valuable than stones, not even diamonds. They weren’t as pleasing as the potted plants at home.
But this piece of Tang Qing’s,
Whether in terms of color, pattern, or size, it was all considered a rarity.
After looking at some other collectibles of Tang Qing’s for a while,
Ge Feng sat down
And handed over two contracts, one in Chinese and one in English.
"Boss Tang, here are the stock transfer contracts for this transaction. Please have a look. Once the contract is sent back to our family headquarters, six hundred million dollars will be transferred to Microcrystalline Technology’s account."
Tang Qing took the contracts,
And began flipping through them.
Quickly,
The Command Room assessed and found no issues.
Tang Qing signed his full name on the contract with satisfaction, two copies in all.
"Happy cooperation."
Ge Feng couldn’t help but express his admiration, "I should be wishing you riches. Initially, you bought it for over ninety million dollars, and now you’ve sold twelve percent for six hundred million. I’m impressed by your ability to make money."
Of course.
He was equally impressed by his family’s willingness to play the ’sucker.’
"It’s not that I know how to make money, it’s the credit of my subordinates. Without them, none of this would have been possible. I just fiddle around a bit, don’t worship me," Tang Qing said with a wave of his hand and a laugh.
"It may be fiddling to you, but look at me. The War in Iraq equipment deals are drawing to a close with virtually no profit left," Ge Feng felt he had a hard time getting his hands on a long-term money-making project.
"You’re just dabbling for fun. Do you seriously want to become an arms dealer?" Tang Qing asked cheerfully.
Unexpectedly, Ge Feng’s expression suddenly became serious.
"Don’t joke, I really want to become an arms dealer. You have no idea how lucrative the American military industry is. Once you get a defense order, you just sit at home and count the money."
"There’s no chance for you, the few giants have a firm grip on the U.S. military supply, and outsiders can forget about getting involved." Tang Qing was very skeptical of Ge Feng’s ambition.
Military industry.
It had become a winner-takes-all situation.
There was no space for newcomers unless there was a revolutionary change in weaponry, like electromagnetic weapons replacing firearms, or installing anti-gravity technology on airplanes or warships, aircraft carriers.
Only a technological revolution.
Would allow newcomers to grow.
Ge Feng.
Was indulging in wishful thinking.
Even Tang Qing wouldn’t dare to claim that the military equipment from the Myanmar Bank Group could be accepted by various countries. Huaxia, the Polar Bears, they prefer to use weapons developed by their own countries, and Western countries have their own arms giants.
The remaining market is very small.
Ge Feng said helplessly, "That’s right, which is why it’s so infuriating. It’s a winner-takes-all industry. Once you start leading, you keep leading, and newcomers can’t hope to catch up."
"Also, the stratification of this world isn’t just about the difficulty in climbing from the bottom to the top, even for us, so-called upper class in the eyes of the common people, aspiring to climb higher seems somewhat hopeless."
Tang Qing laughed, "Hmm, you seem quite touched by this."
Ge Feng sighed.
It was more than just a feeling.
It was deeply etched in his heart.
"Don’t be fooled by our Ge family’s strength in the United States. As Chinese, we can never enter the highest echelons. Even after having been rooted in the United States for over a hundred years, it’s still the same."
"It’s the world of Westerners. They monopolize the entire foundation of the United States. Chinese will never be able to achieve much in American politics. A glass ceiling exists in every corner."
The Ge family may seem successful,
But they are also walking on thin ice,
Fearing that the consortiums would join forces to swallow them or kick them out of the top American circles. Fortunately, the strength of their motherland gives them some sense of security, unlike decades ago.
"Have you ever thought about coming back to develop?" asked Tang Qing.
Ge Feng shook his head, "Once you leave home, even if you want to, it’s impossible to return. We’re already used to the American system. We have our foundation there, and we have to tough it out."
"All that glitters has its unknown sorrows." What else could Tang Qing say?
Ge Feng gestured dismissively, "Let’s not talk about this. Let’s talk about something happy. Congratulations, by the current market value of Microcrystalline Technology, your net worth has already surpassed ten billion dollars."
"It’s somewhat inflated. It’s not cash, after all," said Tang Qing with a smile.
Ge Feng asked, "Have you thought about going public to raise money?"
"Not at the moment, maybe in the future," Tang Qing shook his head.
Going public?
If it was about ’cashing in,’ Tang Qing wasn’t averse to it.
The benefits of going public were clear.
For example, a company.
With assets of two billion, making one hundred million a year, could at most get a five billion bank loan.
After going public, the company’s market value could rise to ten billion, which wasn’t strange. Even though the profit was still one hundred million annually, it could borrow thirty billion from the bank to expand the business, like rolling a snowball.
Why wouldn’t you do that business?
Only a fool wouldn’t.
But right now, the companies under him were still green, waiting until they reached a ’reasonable price’ to start rolling the snowball.
Otherwise, it felt like a bit of a loss.
If going public.
Tang Qing certainly wouldn’t choose to do it domestically.
The domestic stock market is indeed too small. The United States, the international financial center, is not just talk. Almost all of the world’s major capitals are being transferred and moved there. Going public in the United States would bring a much higher stock price than domestically.
Even by multiples.
And Nasdaq supports a dual-class share structure.
Why did Ali go public in the United States?
Because the Hong Kong Stock Exchange did not support Ali’s partner system, demanding the same rights for the same shares. Ma Yun’s team didn’t own a large portion of shares, of course, they wouldn’t agree.
Therefore.
They went straight to Nasdaq and rang the bell.
They support dual-class shares there.
Even if you buy my shares, you can only use them for investment transactions, and you won’t have corresponding voting rights in company decisions, Tang Qing liked this system. His company didn’t need outsiders’ meddling.
