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With Luo Pei in tow, they arrived at their seats.
The Group’s founding ceremony officially began.
There was nothing novel.
Very orthodox.
Also quite boring.
One speech ended, and then another began.
However, Tang Qing never went on stage; he remained an enthusiastic audience member below, dedicated to clapping.
If it was about encouraging employees, he had already done that on Friday night. The purpose of this time was to provide footage for the TV station and to add a note to the leaders’ work records indicating their ’attention to outstanding companies.’
That was all.
Everything else was incidental.
"Little Tang, I think ’young and promising’ isn’t enough to describe you anymore. I hope you continue with this momentum. Huaxia needs entrepreneurs like you; the future belongs to you," Luo Pei said, patting Tang Qing’s shoulder encouragingly.
Tang Qing smiled, "Thank you, Mayor Luo, for your concern. I’ll continue to work hard. I don’t know who the future belongs to, but I firmly believe that, in the industry, there will definitely be a share that belongs to the Comet Group."
These words were somewhat cocky.
But they were a true reflection of Tang Qing’s heart.
"Haha, good, that’s the spirit I’m looking for. By the way, Little Tang, I heard you have many companies under your banner. Are you interested in relocating your headquarters to Shanghai Stock Market?" Luo Pei suddenly proposed.
Tang Qing shook his head in response.
He refused.
Qingyan City was his stronghold, and this had always been Tang Qing’s stance. The policies that Shanghai Stock Market could offer, Qingyan City could offer too, and even a bit more, all with the aim of retaining these companies.
Relocating to Shanghai Stock Market?
Tang Qing had never considered it.
Even though Shanghai Stock Market had better basic conditions, every one of Tang Qing’s companies had a branch here, so there was no gap in talent. Here, or in Qingyan City, it was all the same.
Confronted with Tang Qing’s refusal, Luo Pei didn’t mind. It had been an offhand remark after all, and someone else’s company headquarters wasn’t something he could meddle with. Tang Qing’s background was too mysterious, his approach unorthodox.
He wasn’t so bored as to be displeased with Tang Qing over this.
Pretending to be disappointed, Luo Pei said, "Then that is truly a loss for Shanghai Stock Market. Well, it’s getting late, I have a meeting to attend and must be going. Again, congratulations on the establishment of your Group, and the successful blockbuster sales of the movie. I look forward to our next meeting."
"Thank you, I am looking forward to it too," Tang Qing replied with a smile.
"If you ever encounter any difficulties, feel free to reach out to me. If it’s within my power, I’ll make sure it’s done," Luo Pei said, showing a good attitude towards Tang Qing.
Tang Qing smiled.
"Coincidentally, Mayor Luo, there is actually something I need to trouble you with. Our Group is planning to build a headquarters in Shanghai Stock Market, so we’ve purchased a garment factory plot and plan to demolish it to construct an office park for use by the various subsidiaries of the Comet Group. Now, we need to change the land from industrial to commercial use, and we need a word from Mayor Luo for the procedures, as we want to start construction as soon as possible."
Climbing up the ladder, exactly as the situation called for.
Luo Pei was taken aback.
Tang Qing really wasn’t shy in asking for favors.
"Rest assured, I’ll personally keep an eye on this matter," Luo Pei readily agreed, as changing from industrial to commercial use wasn’t a big deal. If it were to be changed to residential buildings, that would be tricky, and he wouldn’t dare to easily consent.
"Thank you, Mayor Luo," Tang Qing thanked him.
"Haha, don’t mention it. I should be thanking you for contributing to Shanghai Stock Market’s GDP," Luo Pei laughed heartily.
Ten minutes later.
Tang Qing had escorted all the leaders to their cars.
Before leaving, Tang Qing had collected a stack of business cards, and also handed out a large stack himself. Naturally, the number on them wasn’t the one Tang Qing frequently used, but rather the Fighters’, who would help block the boring calls from coming through.
Tang Qing had intended not to give out a single card, but then thought it wouldn’t be appropriate. As the host, he still needed to maintain the basic courtesies.
Saying farewell to the leaders.
Returning to the hall again.
None of his peers had left. They all had plenty of time, eager to spend a little longer with Tang Qing. There was also a luncheon planned after the ceremony, but the leaders didn’t have the time, overwhelmed with daily affairs.
...
In the afternoon.
Tang Qing directly took the day off.
Because Chai Ren and Zheng Lin were to return to Beijing in the evening.
Inside the villa.
The two were cleaning up their ’war spoils,’ which Zhan Xi and the others wanted; Zheng Lin’s daughter was clamoring for the pastries made by the fighters, so what could they do but indulge her.
All afternoon.
They played "Warfire" for several hours.
And contributed twenty thousand yuan to Tang Qing, who secretly smiled as nearly half of the expenses he had spent treating people in Sanya days earlier were recouped; it wasn’t about the amount of money, but rather the excitement of winning back a substantial haul of ’war spoils’ from his teammates.
At the airport.
Chai Ren was carrying large and small packages for his family.
"Little Tang, you should prepare the dollars next, the plan in Congo Gold is about to enter its substantive phase, and we’ll need to invest the actual money. This time the situation is special, I will personally oversee it there, and will depart the day after tomorrow," Chai Ren said softly.
The feast before the blood change.
Chai Ren and Fuloz had been planning this since the beginning of the year.
Finally, they were about to commence the ultimate roundup, and just thinking about it thrilled Chai Ren because this was also his first time planning and participating in an operation of this scale; hence, he had to be there to oversee it personally.
As for safety.
He had considered it.
But this time he didn’t plan to run around; he would stay in the capital. He had to be there in person; contracts had to be signed, right?
"Is everything confirmed? Do you need any help?" Tang Qing suddenly asked.
"All is well, everything’s quite good," Chai Ren affirmed. He had put in much effort into this matter, as had Fuloz, and even the President of Congo Gold was indirectly involved; what could possibly go wrong?
Tang Qing nodded.
"That’s good then."
After exchanging a few pleasantries.
Chai Ren boarded the airplane.
Watching Chai Ren’s retreating figure.
Tang Qing shook his head slightly.
Chai Ren’s overseas intelligence sources were still too scarce, or rather, he trusted his classmate too much. Although Fuloz had no intention to harm Chai Ren, he had concealed a lot when it came to risk warnings. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
So many people were after this piece of cake.
Not lacking were those with sharp teeth.
Some showed their teeth, looking frightening, some hid their teeth, only biting at the crucial moment, and others even lurked underneath, wanting to wipe out those sharing the cake together.
Right now, that was the situation over there.
Some wanted to eat the cake.
Some wanted to be the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, ready to eat those who ate the cake.
The moves of these people were so wild that even Tang Qing, who knew about them, was somewhat astounded.
It involved not only some Congressmen of Congo Gold but also numerous warlords, as well as various powers large and small, all of whom intended to seize the opportunity to rise to power during the next blood change in Congo.
Even Sadoke of Bei Ji Province was among them, and a fairly important figure at that.
Now, with the AK manufacturing line provided by the fighters, Sadoke felt delighted every day, visiting that factory twice a day, caressing the still-warm parts, feeling very reassured each day.
These people wanted to stir up trouble.
As for Tang Qing, he was actually quite willing.
Because he, too, wanted to kick many people out of the game, and since the fighters couldn’t take action themselves and Fuloz didn’t have the capability, if someone else could do the work, allowing him and Chai Ren to gain a bigger share of the cake, why not?
Those wanting to be the oriole behind.
They would have to see if the oriole could overcome the dragon that was him.
At that thought.
Tang Qing smiled faintly.
This kind of drama.
He was looking forward to the actors making their entrance.
