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Chapter 852: Chapter 740: Gymnasium (Please Subscribe!)
The next day.
Early in the morning.
It was still dark outside.
Tang Qing rolled up the bed sheet like a thief and scurried back to his own room, hoping to avoid being the butt of jokes from pedestrians and the early-rising aunts in the park once day broke.
This action with the bed sheet also woke Lin Jiaxue.
Her spirit instantly revived.
Unable to fall back asleep.
So she got up, took a shower, and began to prepare breakfast for her parents.
Mother Tang and Father Tang rarely had breakfast at home, so there was a portion for Tang Qing as well. The bed sheet was thrown to the fighters and then teleported to Dienmai to be washed and aired out by them.
A thousand miles to wash a bed sheet.
Tang Qing had no choice, as the Combat Dispatch Center charged a fee for storing items.
...
After breakfast.
Tang Qing and Lin Jiaxue arrived at Tianfu Hotel.
Chai Ren and his group were up early, not out of habit but because they didn’t sleep deeply in unfamiliar beds, particularly as dawn approached. When Tang Qing arrived, they were having breakfast.
Chai Ren saw Tang Qing from a distance.
Waving his hands frantically.
As if afraid Tang Qing wouldn’t see him.
"Little Tang, what’s the plan for today?" Chai Ren asked, as soon as Tang Qing sat down. Talking about Qingyan City, Liu Qian had taken them to all the famous spots the last time they were here. In his opinion, Chai Ren didn’t even want to step outside.
And Tang Qing’s answer suited his preference just fine.
"As a shareholder of the company, you’re in charge of entertaining President Pu and the others. Those who haven’t visited Qingyan City’s spots can go with President Liu. As for me, I’ve got things to do today. Jiaxue and I need to rehearse for tomorrow night’s performance; we won’t have time to rehearse during the day tomorrow."
Now that everything was coordinated with Sky Eye, and with Uranus joining the singing, he needed to first visit the gymnasium to check the site.
Did Tang Qing need to rehearse?
Of course, he did.
But it would be sorted out quickly.
The main reason was he didn’t want to join the crowd.
"Little Tang, why do you need Jiaxue for your rehearsal? I was planning to take her shopping. There’s not much to do here anyway. Why don’t you both stay here and help entertain the company’s people?" Zhan Xi suggested bluntly.
"Don’t I need someone to cheer me on?" Tang Qing replied, rolling his eyes.
"I don’t care, Jiaxue is ours today."
Zhan Xi ’forcefully’ pulled Lin Jiaxue over, and Zheng Lin’s wife immediately agreed, even Zheng Lin’s daughter chimed in, grabbing Lin Jiaxue and giggling non-stop. She didn’t understand why, but she thought it was fun.
Tang Qing looked at Chai Ren and Zheng Lin.
Both of them immediately sent a look of helpless resignation.
Two ’henpecked husbands’.
Having no choice, Tang Qing had to nod, "Fine, fine, I surrender. You can have Jiaxue for today. It looks like I’ll have to show off my divine singing skills to my beloved Jiaxue tomorrow night instead."
"You boast now, but if you mess up, don’t blame us for laughing at you for a year. I’m actually worried you’ll throw Uranus off tune," Zhan Xi laughed, covering her mouth.
To Zhan Xi, Tang Qing was truly like a little brother. Apart from the interests of her husband’s family, it was that shot in the United States—Tang Qing’s unhesitating trigger pull—that earned her full recognition of him.
"That won’t happen. Uranus has good control over the stage. Little Tang can’t lead him astray," Chai Ren chimed in instantly.
The wife joins in where the husband leads.
"What if I do lead him astray?" Tang Qing retorted smoothly.
Suddenly, Tang Qing felt the conversation veering into a strange direction.
Zheng Lin laughed, "Ha, are you planning to just give up then?"
"You’re the broken pot; my pot is perfectly fine," Tang Qing refused to be outdone.
"Then let’s just wait and see," Zheng Lin laughed even harder.
"I won’t take that bait."
"Hahaha..."
Talking with Tang Qing made them feel at ease; he could take a joke and was never intimidated by them.
Bao Kaiyu and Zhai Zhihua also watched happily as the group chatted idly. Thanks to Chai Ren’s words last night, they had gained a new understanding of Tang Qing. Even though they were still unsure of Tang Qing’s credentials, Chai Ren simply wouldn’t tell them.
Tang Qing’s behavior confirmed one thing: he wasn’t the least bit afraid of them. He joked when it was time to joke, completely unlike the more reserved Liu Qian.
Nervousness? Nonexistent.
As for the source of that confidence, they couldn’t figure it out no matter how hard they tried.
This confidence.
It definitely wasn’t rooted in his relationship with Chai Ren; after all, it seemed Tang Qing wasn’t even scared of Chai Ren.
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After breakfast. 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝒐𝒎
Lin Jiaxue certainly stayed.
Only Tang Qing went to the Qingyan City Gymnasium alone.
Arriving at the gymnasium.
Tang Qing lit a cigarette.
Not bad.
The place was large, the facilities were new, it was a major infrastructure project that Qingyan City had invested heavily in last year, located in the suburbs and occupying a significant area. It wasn’t normally open to the public.
Next to it was Qingyan City’s sports school, which generally served as the training ground for the school.
The greenery around was quite nice.
The ping pong tables and some public basketball courts on the open ground were not fenced off, attracting some people to come and exercise. It was quite lively, and there were vendors selling beverages and fruits along the roadside.
All in all.
It was quite nice.
As for this vanity project.
Tang Qing actually thought it was quite good.
It all depends on how you look at it.
If it’s done to enhance the city’s image, even if a bit of money is wasted, it’s acceptable. Besides, Tang Qing always had a fairly understanding attitude towards such projects, after all, without projects, migrant workers would have no jobs.
It involves countless enterprises and families upstream and downstream.
Take, for example, Qingyan City investing a billion to construct a building.
Where does that money go?
The real profits in the hands of entrepreneurs are at most thirty or forty million.
The other six or seven hundred million are taken by the workers, including construction workers, and workers of enterprises that provide building materials such as cement, and sandstone, as well as those in related upstream and downstream industries.
With money, workers will also consume, make purchases, pay for their children’s education, buy cars, build houses, and then it expands to more industries, like manufacturing and catering, paying wages to those workers.
What do the bosses do with that thirty million in profit?
Invest it, spend it, whatever consumption that may be, in the end, the money will still flow into society, into the hands of the people. Even if it’s saved in a bank, the bank will lend it out for enterprises to expand production and pay salaries.
An endless cycle.
Ultimately, it’s hard to say whether it’s the entrepreneurs who are earning the money or the general population.
As long as it’s not a shoddy construction project.
Tang Qing always held a somewhat supportive attitude because the beneficiaries are not just a single official or businessman; in the end, it’s the majority who benefit.
At the entrance of the gymnasium.
A row of vehicles of various sizes was parked.
Some belonged to Sheng Tang Group, some to Sky Eye, and there was one from a performance troupe.
’Art Journey’
That was the name of the performance troupe.
Coming to the entrance.
He Zixin, who had been waiting, walked over quickly: "Chairman, good morning."
She was the overall person in charge of this year’s annual meeting, and she had been insanely busy these days, arranging, rehearsing, contacting, and communicating everywhere. However, she was quite happy because the busier it got, the more challenging it was.
"Ms. He, you’ve worked hard. Let’s go inside and take a look."
Hearing the continuous sound of music coming from inside, it was likely someone was performing on the stage, Tang Qing instantly became interested.
"Yes."
With that.
He Zixin led the way.
Passing through the corridor.
The full view of the gymnasium came into sight.
The thousands of densely packed audience seats were surrounded by banners that weren’t visible from outside. However, inside, various banners could be seen everywhere, welcoming banners, seat markers, celebrating the company’s growth, many types.
As well as balloons.
Almost occupying the space.
And in the center of the gymnasium’s lawn.
A large stage had been set up.
All kinds of lights and equipment were spread across the field, and there were many people moving back and forth. Tang Qing knew some were from the Art Journey troupe, some from the subsidiary companies, fairly easy to distinguish, because their clothes had not yet been changed, and the workers were still wearing their work clothes.
"Chairman, I would like to introduce you to the host and help you familiarize yourself with the process," He Zixin said, pointing to a shed in the distance.
"All right."
Tang Qing looked over and smiled slightly.
