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Soon,
news that Microcrystal Technology had raised six hundred million dollars spread.
It didn’t come from within the country.
It came from abroad.
In the United States, company information data is public.
Although Microcrystal Technology did not announce it, anyone who was interested could find out with a little investigation that Microcrystal Technology had gained a new shareholder, and further checks with the relevant departments revealed the stock transaction information.
Therefore,
in the evening in the United States,
after Western media reported the news of Microcrystal Technology’s financing, domestic media that closely followed international sources translated and reposted it, and editors, as if injected with chicken blood, frantically rushed to meet deadlines.
"One year, five billion dollars, Microcrystal Technology creates another miracle."
"Tang Qing’s net worth surged by another thirty-five billion dollars again."
"The most valuable company under Tang Qing: Microcrystal Technology."
"Surpassing Comet Group, photovoltaic energy is the future."
"Tycoon of hundreds of billions."
"..."
The headlines were all different,
but the content was quite similar.
The audience was also baffled.
It had only been a few days.
There was news about Tang Qing every day.
Just a week after the Forbes rich list was released, and unexpectedly, the rankings seemed a bit outdated: initially, Microcrystal Technology was valued at one and a half billion dollars, now it was fifty billion.
That was a full thirty-five billion dollars more.
It was practically like adding a second-place.
Eighty-nine plus thirty-five is exactly one hundred twenty-four billion dollars, which, if converted to RMB, is nearly a hundred billion RMB—this amount of assets, closely chasing Li Jiacheng.
"Is this like picking up money?"
"This pace of making money is unheard of, looking forward to the next miracle."
"Good job, Tang Qing."
"Surpass Li Jiacheng and become the richest Chinese, doing the Tang family proud."
"..."
While there were praises,
there were also doubts.
Was this kind of capital game too much of a bubble? But immediately, someone retorted that financing, just like going public in the stock market, often multiplies several times and can’t be considered a bubble.
...
Fudan University.
After class,
Tang Qing was specifically asked about the initial intentions behind this financing.
"By bringing in new shareholders, we reduce the financial pressure; the photovoltaic industry belongs to high tech and requires a lot of R&D investment. From a personal point of view, it is also a way to share risks,"
Tang Qing casually said.
"Risk sharing, Tang Student is right, corporate financing isn’t necessarily about lack of money, it also involves finding helpful partners, otherwise clinging to shares might just create competitors, in the modern strategic business analysis..."
Taking Tang Qing’s words as a cue,
the teacher on stage began today’s lesson.
Having a student like Tang Qing
was also a kind of pressure; finance, after all, teaches about making money, but he almost reached the pinnacle of wealth, his so-called teaching experience might not really be valued by him.
During the break,
Zhong Liang came up: "Tang Qing, what are your plans for the weekend?"
"Staying at home, I need to take a few days off next week to go to Beijing." Tang Qing was going to attend Chai Ren’s daughter’s full-month celebration.
"What for?" Zhong Liang curiously asked.
Tang Qing answered vaguely: "A friend’s happy occasion."
Zhong Liang didn’t ask further, "I envy that you can take leave that easily, I plan to do business in the future, do you have any advice? I want to prepare early, so I’m not caught off guard later."
"Isn’t it a family business for you?" Tang Qing looked up at him.
Remembering Tang Qing’s achievements, Zhong Liang felt somewhat dispirited about his own family’s car dealership business.
"Car sales, I feel it lacks a future."
"There is no harm without comparison, remember this saying, so don’t try to emulate me, or you will get hurt," Tang Qing said seriously, patting Zhong Liang on the shoulder.
Zhong Liang: "..."
No need to tell me.
He felt like he was not even in the same dimension as Tang Qing.
Then,
Tang Qing continued,
"If your father hopes you will inherit his business, and you are not opposed to it, then just do it. If you have other ideas, I think with your family’s resources, you can also pursue those. Don’t neglect the essentials for the trivial."
"Do you mean, I should first take over my father’s business, make some money, and then pursue other dreams?" Zhong Liang suddenly understood.
"That’s right," Tang Qing nodded.
Dreams.
A bit of a luxury.
Different people take different paths.
Ordinary people may not have an inheritance to rely on, so they need to chase their dreams early. But for Rich Second Generations like Zhong Liang, the weight of ’dreams’ is much lighter; their path to realization is much easier, not requiring any rush.
After listening to Tang Qing’s advice.
Zhong Liang returned to his seat, pensively.
...
The next day.
November 11.
Saturday.
For Tang Qing,
this date was somewhat unforgettable.
Although Taobao hadn’t yet hyped up ’Singles Day’,
it was still a notable day for him; he didn’t shop much but always observed as an Audience. Yet, the increasingly high transaction volumes were hard to ignore due to media bombardment.
Taobao.
Lots of knock-offs.
Some also employed clever tactics.
Raising prices only to discount them later, tricking consumers, was a persistent issue of knock-offs. Of course, compared to Pinduoduo, which never worries about selling substandard products, Taobao was still decent.
At ten in the morning.
A guest arrived at the villa.
Or rather, a neighbor—Mei Wenlin, who had secured a villa here at the end of last month, establishing a foothold in the inland Huaxia, evidently hoping to stay closer to Tang Qing.
Last time,
after receiving guidance from Tang Qing,
he had begun venturing into the milk powder industry.
After months of toiling with Huang Qi, it had scaled considerably and was performing well in sales. As the family’s first ’quality’ venture in Huaxia, they were highly invested and gave him substantial support.
Though now neighbors,
Mei Wenlin didn’t dare to intrude too often.
Being in different leagues, over-visiting could lead to annoyance. This visit was specifically to express thanks; Tang Qing had either been in Sanya or had returned to Qingyan City before, with no chance for a proper meeting.
Accompanying him was the even more timid Huang Qi.
No help for it.
During the last real estate Stocks transfer, he had acted as the ’bridge.’ Each encounter with Tang Qing filled him with regret. If Tang Qing had stayed involved in the real estate Company, its fame would have been incomparable today.
The other shareholders had also repeatedly asked him to act as a go-between to invite Tang Qing for a meal, to at least get acquainted.
But what face did Huang Qi have left?
And what position did Tang Qing hold now to mingle with them?
It just seemed unrealistic.
"Director Mei, Director Huang, please have a seat."
"Chairman Tang, forgive our intrusion. This is a small token from my father, thanking you for your advice last time," Mei Wenlin handed over a wooden box with both hands, a cherished treasure from the Mei family.
A pair of well-preserved blue and white porcelain bowl and plates.
Having seen Tang Qing’s living room before,
Mei Wenlin’s father, after careful consideration, thought Tang Qing was also a man of ’elegance’ and thus chose this gift, worth at least two million RMB.
"Then I will accept it with gratitude," Tang Qing said, not declining.
They were doing milk powder on his suggestion indeed.
