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Chapter 1523: Chapter 1366: Tata (Please Subscribe!)
Ma Yun is busy.
Bill Gates is busy.
Kan Qin is busy.
...
At the banquet,
everyone is seizing the moment, hoping to reap some benefits. Tang Qing, who has just targeted a new acquaintance, pauses and feels a sense of helplessness as he looks at the crowd, each with their own agenda.
Mundane matters of the world.
Even with advantage, he cannot avoid them.
But.
Living in the secular world.
How can one see through it all?
Having seen through it,
can one simply go home and become a hermit? There’s a saying, ’I have finally become the person I loathed the most.’ It should add, ’And yet, I’m living a life I once could not comprehend;’ utterly banal.
Haha.
Tang Qing laughs carefreely.
Continuing.
"Mr. Ladan," Tang Qing approaches his next target.
Ladan Tata.
Chairman of the Indian Tata Group.
The current head of the Tata Family, now seventy-one years old, visits every few years, and this time, he has clearly sensed that the world economy is on the brink of change.
As the current Chairman.
He must work hard for the company. Tang Qing has a rather favorable impression of this man and the Tata Group; he thinks India is quirky, but there are still many people there who are genuinely doing good work.
The Tata Group is one of them.
Last year,
The Tata Group generated over 3% of India’s GDP. The combined market value of its companies is close to one hundred billion U.S. dollars, but most of the Tata Group’s profits are used for charity and public welfare every year.
No matter what,
a company that earns money
and then dedicates most of its profits to benefit the people of its country
is worthy of respect.
Also because of this, the Tata Group enjoys extremely high prestige in India. Of course, even though he thinks highly of this man, he would not consider buying the Jaguar and Land Rover cars that Tata is about to acquire.
"Hello, Mr. Tang."
Seeing Tang Qing,
the seventy-one-year-old Ladan is somewhat surprised; young people generally don’t seek him out. Fifty is a huge chasm. "I didn’t expect you to know about this old man," he says.
Ladan says with a smile.
"The Tata Group is renowned worldwide, and you, sir, have played an indispensable role. In seventeen years, you have led Tata Group out of crisis and created hundreds of thousands of jobs. I have great admiration for that," Tang Qing says sincerely.
"Haha, thank you, I just did what I had to," Ladan laughs happily.
He is most proud
of this very thing.
Money?
He has lost interest long ago.
At the age of seventy-one, he is not far from the grave. Over the years, he is proud to have used his own strength to enhance India’s position in certain industries and to support hundreds of thousands of families.
It’s just a pity.
Within this smile,
there’s an almost imperceptible bitterness.
He has tried.
But he can only change the fate of a portion of the people.
This makes him feel helpless; India’s economy, food, environment, health, system, policy, efficiency... There are so many areas with problems, but as a businessman, he cannot change them.
"Praise to ’doing what should be done,’ I salute you," Tang Qing says as he lightly raises his glass.
At the banquet,
everyone is drinking fruit wine.
"Good, good."
After taking a small sip,
Ladan remarks, "Divine providence, to let me live to see such things." Whether it tastes good or not is secondary, the most important thing is that it can help to cure various addictions.
India is already poor,
He knew how many people were ruined by it, and to help more people recover from addiction, the Tata Charity Foundation buys a large quantity of fruit wine every month for the cause of public welfare in addiction recovery.
"Mr. Tang, hello, I am the Minister of Industrial and Commercial Affairs of India, and we are very welcoming of your investment in India. We will definitely offer the most favorable terms and support," an Indian said on the side.
It was the person who had just been talking with Kan Qin.
"I’m also quite optimistic about the Indian market, and I will consider it if there’s an opportunity," Tang Qing said. With a population of over a billion, although the consumption power is a bit low, the sheer size is there.
However.
It’s the same old problem.
The business environment.
Apart from Hummingbird Business Storage, Tang Qing currently had no interest in any other project in India.
"This is my business card."
Tang Qing took it, pretended to look it over, nodded his head; this person was still worth getting to know—after all, he held a high position and substantial power, and also had no tarnish on his character.
"If you come to India, be sure to contact me. As you say in Huaxia, ’I will sweep the mat to welcome you,’" Ladan took the moment to speak and even ended his sentence with a bit of Chinese.
"Then thank you in advance."
"..."
...
The night grew deeper.
The banquet was nearing its end.
Tang Qing had also successfully completed the ’list’ of targets. Including those he bumped into by chance, Tang Qing had met over three hundred people tonight alone, making him the most active participant at the banquet.
Without exception.
Human memory is limited.
Running around, it’s easy to get confused—having just met someone and then seeing them again in another place, if you didn’t know them before, it’s highly likely you’d have forgotten what they even look like, leading to awkward situations.
Therefore.
Ordinary people wouldn’t be so active.
Only because Tang Qing has a photographic memory does he dare to run around like this.
"A fine young man."
"Well-educated and knowledgeable."
"An eloquent speaker."
"A young talent, truly lives up to his reputation." 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
"..."
With such hustle.
The results were remarkable. Everyone who had talked with Tang Qing gave him high praise. By comparison, the Chairman of ERV was much more aloof, standing still and waiting for various people to approach him.
Everyone understood.
After all, he was about to become the leader of a consortium; his attendance this time was probably a courtesy for the organizing committee. In future Davos Forums, he might not come again.
At most, he might send a senior executive.
Otherwise.
How would it reflect the special status of the consortium?
Nearing ten o’clock.
The banquet concluded.
Everyone returned to their quarters, and those who hadn’t drunk enough could continue elsewhere. After separating from the delegation, Tang Qing and Ma Yun walked along the road; snowflakes drifted from the sky. Since they were not heading to the hotel, the road was almost empty of other people.
"Boss Tang, how do you feel after a whole day?"
"Quite tired."
Tang Qing replied with a faint smile; his body wasn’t tired, but his mind felt somewhat fatigued.
"No helping it, interacting with people is always tiring, especially with a group of shrewd individuals. However, based on your performance today, if we’re talking about shrewdness, you are definitely at the top of the list."
"Haha, are you praising me?"
Tang Qing smiled.
"Of course, the first time I came here, I was completely at a loss, so many people with greater achievements than mine, and my English wasn’t very good. I might not have even understood what others were saying."
"And you, no barriers at all, I’m truly envious," praised Ma Yun. He had just heard Tang Qing’s conversation with the Finance Minister of Argentina—in Spanish, no less.
Once again.
Tang Qing was speaking English with someone from Nigeria.
He finally understood.
But the more he listened.
The more speechless he became.
History, culture, celebrities, achievements, holidays of the other person’s country... even which year which football team had done what; Tang Qing mentioned them all offhand. And that was just the words he understood; there were even more he didn’t.
That brain.
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