February 17th.
New Year’s Eve.
Families gathered together.
In the evening.
The Tang Family continued their long-standing tradition—watching the Spring Festival Gala. Even if local Satellite TV’s New Year galas beca popular later on, their family would probably only stick to CCTV’s, the reason being to accommodate the older mbers.
The main lody of the Spring Festival Gala.
For the next decade or two, there would be a fixed consur group, expecting the majority of the elders who grew up watching the Gala to switch to local Satellite TV to watch celebrities sing was no simple matter.
"Tangtang, do you want to perform a piece too?"
"Pfft..."
Tang Qing vigorously waved his hands.
"Uncle, please spare . I like to watch performances. Shiqi, what are you doing with the cara? Put it down, quickly put it down; that is a dangerous item, you can’t have such evil thoughts..."
Seeing Tang Qing desperately trying to wrest the cara from Qin Shiqi.
They were delighted.
After a while.
The two of them finally cald down.
Tang Nian’er asked, "Brother, when is your company going to have its next annual eting?"
"It has to be for a year worth commorating, like the fifth anniversary. I can’t deal with it every single year." Tang Qing said, having organized it once, he didn’t want to do it again any ti soon.
"That’s a sha." Tang Nian’er sounded a bit disappointed.
"What do you want to do?" Tang Qing asked.
"I want to see celebrities," blurted out Tang Nian’er.
"Then why would you watch an annual eting? Don’t you know that the hill behind us will be a Film and Television Base in the future? If you want to see celebrities, you can go there every day until you’re sick of it," Tang Qing chuckled.
"That seems right," Tang Nian’er nodded.
The Film and Television Base was invested in by her father; even if she wanted to chat with celebrities, any production crew would give her face. It’s not that she was a fan; she was indifferent to celebrities and just wanted to have a look.
"Tangtang, what plans do you have for next year?" Tang’s father asked.
Tang Qing replied, "Study well, work hard, um, that’s about it for now."
"That’s really simple."
"Yeah."
"..."
"Shiqi, learn from your brother. Look at you, you can’t even handle a bit of winter break howork."
"Is that a bit? A whole five books, my dear mom, dad, my mom is torturing with exercises. My brother is a genius; I’m not; dad, you should talk to your wife, she’s always bullying while you’re away."
"Then do half of them."
"Dad’s the best."
"Do the rest after school starts."
"..."
"Hahaha."
"..."
Qin Shiqi felt they were all treating her like a joke.
Right.
Absolutely.
...
Beijing.
The Chai Family.
The whole family was gathered together once more.
It was only at this ti that they were able to gather. For Chai Ren’s daughter’s full-month celebration, Chai Ren’s two brothers were too busy to co back, leaving just their wives to help out here.
Chai Ren’s grandfather spoke.
"This year, everyone in our Chai Family is healthy, Ren has a daughter now, and the Chai Family has added a new mber. Business-wise, it’s about the sa as last year, but economically, there have been great strides."
"Here, I want to comnd Ren. By chance, he established a connection with Tang Qing, not only allowing our family’s business in Africa to take a big leap, but also starting to diversify dostically."
"Now, what Tang Qing represents is not just money but a colossal power that has attracted high attention from above, and it is positive attention."
"This kid, his potential is limitless."
This praise was also based on the several tis Tang Qing had saved Chai Ren. The incidents where Chai Ren faced danger were still kept confidential, known only to a few core mbers of the family.
"Third Brother, how much money did Cot Group make this year?" Chai Ren’s second brother asked curiously.
"After-tax profits are around seven billion RMB," Chai Ren recalled.
"How much? Seven billion?" His second elder brother was shocked.
Seven billion.
In this day and age.
That’s more than the annual finance revenue of most cities nationwide.
Chai Ren offered an explanation,
"Mainly from the profits of the two ’Civilization’ movies, the inco from movie peripherals has always been quite good, the other earnings are from Cot Video, theater circuits, various literature websites, publishing, and the like, but those are small change."
"Not a penny in dividends?" his second brother asked again.
"Yeah, the main profits from the first movie were invested in the acquisition and construction of theater circuits, and the profits from the second were put into two data centers; the rest was scattered among the subsidiaries, but there will be a dividend next month."
"Invest it in our county’s projects," his older brother’s eyes lit up.
"Brother, that money already has a destination," Chai Ren shook his head.
"Again with buying mines?" his older brother said disappointedly.
Chai Ren laughed, "Not this ti, it’s going to building power plants in Africa, a partnership with Tang Qing."
"He’s crazy, investing in Africa. You guys will lose your shirts if you don’t," said Chai Ren’s second brother with a face that asked, ’Are you kidding ?’
This statent.
Chai Ren did not agree.
Not only did he not agree, but his father also preceded him in criticizing,
"I agreed to this too. Think before you speak next ti. Who is Tang Qing? The richest man inland, with assets exceeding a hundred billion. In terms of doing business, insight, and business layout, he’s incomparable to you."
Chastised by his father, Chai Ren’s second brother hung his head.
Stubborn.
He really didn’t dare to be.
Chai Ren’s uncle asked Chai Ren, "What is Tang Qing thinking?"
"He said that the consumption of goods in Africa is sluggish; the key issue is incomplete infrastructure, and the market cultivation is not sufficient. Transportation infrastructure is one aspect, the biggest problem is the lack of electricity."
"More than half of the people in all of Africa have no access to electricity, and for those who do, a constant supply isn’t guaranteed. Without sufficient electricity, demand for household electrical appliances certainly won’t improve."
"As for collecting paynts, we won’t do it individually but at the tribal level to avoid the difficulty of individual collection. If a tribe has no money, they can offset it with valuable resources. At least, we won’t lose money in the short term."
After Chai Ren’s explanation,
Those present understood Tang Qing’s thod of operating the electricity company, which was almost like a ’supportive’ model, to accomplish what Tang Qing called ’market cultivation’.
Indeed, a grand gesture.
This chess ga.
Is it that Tang Qing has considered the long term?
How long will it take?
How is it ensured to persist until the ’harvest’ season?
"How do you guys ensure the safety of the power plants? It’s different from minerals, just dealing with the people along the way would suffice, but the coverage area of the power plant is too big, and the local customs there are quite fierce," said one of Chai Ren’s cousins.
"There’s no need for us to worry about that, it’ll be resolved by soone tall," Chai Ren spread his hands, showing it was all trivial, Tang Qing surely had a complete strategy to solve any trouble.
"Soone tall?" his cousin was puzzled.
His father quickly interrupted, "Alright, it’s Chinese New Year, let’s put aside business matters for now."
"Oh."
Not knowing why his father changed the topic, obviously hiding sothing important, he did not ask further. What he needed to know, he would eventually be made aware of; what he shouldn’t know, it was probably for the best.
That curiosity.
Could only be buried in his heart.
This dinner.
They ate until twelve o’clock at night.
Once it passed midnight.
Mobile phones never stopped ringing, New Year’s greetings text ssages ca in like a tide; it was inevitable. The Chai Family mbers all held important positions, with a complex network of relationships, finding peace was difficult.
Such a family,
Also dreaded Chinese New Year the most.
Because even for them, there were too many people to visit; often divided into several groups, taking turns to go. Otherwise, one person could never free themselves up, and many would co to their ho.
Really.
Their holidays.
Felt much more exhausting than working overti.
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