Had a chat with Second Uncle.
Tang Qing arrived at school.
Just stepped into the classroom.
Qiu Jie, the Vice Principal, hurried over and called him outside.
"Tang, the city TV station is here."
"And then?"
"Well, they want to interview you. You know, you rarely appear in the dia—maybe a few tis a year. And now, you’ve been hitting headlines every day recently. Naturally, the city TV station ca to the school."
After saying that.
Qiu Jie seed a little helpless.
Other entrepreneurs.
Would jump at the chance to be on TV for so publicity. But Tang Qing, on the other hand, avoids it whenever he can. Thinking about Tang Qing’s net worth, Qiu Jie felt that, if he were in Tang Qing’s shoes, he’d probably act similarly. Tang Qing had already moved past the startup stage.
What’s next.
Is maintaining success.
Only when your footing is firm can you deliver results.
"Principal Qiu, do you think I should go?" Tang Qing smiled faintly at Qiu Jie.
Under such scrutiny.
Qiu Jie shook his head slightly, then nodded, "I understand your concern. You’re afraid they’ll push the limits and start bothering you frequently, and others might follow suit, disrupting your studies and life."
Qiu Jie was no spring chicken.
He certainly understood.
So things shouldn’t be casually initiated. Otherwise, if Tang Qing, who diligently attends classes every day, feels annoyed and decides to study from ho, it would be a loss for the school.
A reputational loss.
For any school.
If it can’t ensure students can attend classes normally, it’s already an embarrassnt.
At that ti.
Overly curious netizens would dig around, and Fudan’s reputation could be on the line.
"However, they did co. And it is the city TV station," Qiu Jie’s eyes shifted, "How about we set a ti limit, five minutes? Moving forward, I promise I won’t bother you because of dia from other provinces."
If it happened again.
He’d lose face.
After a mont of thought.
Tang Qing agreed. In the Jianghu, so things can’t be avoided.
"Alright, let’s settle on five minutes. Try to fight for ten minutes," Tang Qing said.
Qiu Jie froze.
Fight for it?
Realizing suddenly, fighting for it made sense. That way, it could silence so critics. Qiu Jie smiled and said, "Okay, I ’fight’ for it. I’ll pick you up at nine-thirty. Let them film others first."
"Alright."
Without setting so boundaries.
A TV station—it can’t treat Fudan as if it’s at their beck and call. The school wouldn’t be pleased either.
...
At nine-thirty.
Tang Qing strolled toward a conference room.
TV Station journalists hurried forward.
Getting the chance to interview Tang Qing today was a pleasant surprise for them. Initially, they were just hoping to try their luck. After all, they weren’t CCTV, and Tang Qing was not in the electronics sector. What could they do?
Slander him?
What a joke.
Slander what?
The guy was only a junior in college and hadn’t even entered mainstream society yet.
They couldn’t possibly spread falsehoods. Forget netizens, even higher-ups wouldn’t tolerate it. Tang Qing had beco a significant business card for Huaxia. Any negative coverage relating to Tang Qing had to be pre-approved by the propaganda departnt.
Five minutes.
Qiu Jie managed to stretch it to ten minutes. Whether true or not, they had to thank him for that.
"Chairman Tang, hello, I’m Fang Yongjia, a journalist from Shanghai TV Station," Fang Yongjia said politely.
"Hello."
"This way, please."
Fang Yongjia guided Tang Qing to the prepared interview table. So school leaders stood watching from not far away. Forget the city TV station—even they rarely had chances to interact with Tang Qing personally, though Tang Qing was unfailingly accommodating whenever approached.
Such an outstanding young talent.
Their eyes glinted with pride.
Fudan.
A century-old prestigious school.
A cornerstone of the nation’s future.
Its responsibility is to nurture individuals who excel across various fields and contribute to the country. But in terms of comrcial accomplishnts, Tang Qing could be considered as the pinnacle among students in Fudan’s history—possibly unmatched in the future.
Ti was limited.
Fang Yongjia quickly began.
"Chairman Tang, these days, we frequently see your na in the news—finance, technology, business—you’re almost a regular on the headlines. Many people believe your achievents have already reached their peak. What’s your perspective?"
"Peak? No, this is just the beginning. At any stage, if soone considers their current achievents to be the peak, they lose the drive to keep advancing. I consider myself fortunate that there are still great mountains ahead of ."
That statent.
Held remarkable depth.
Fang Yongjia nodded and asked, "And the mountain you’re referring to—is it ERV?"
"It’s included but not exclusive," Tang Qing paused, then continued, "What you see is rely the collective wealth of my companies—an incredibly significant figure."
"However, business isn’t assessed this way. True evaluation cos from positioning within the industry. Can you see any company under my na surpassing a market value of $100 billion? No, right?"
"Look overseas—how many companies exceed a market value of $100 billion? It’s not a small number. So, personal wealth doesn’t an much. Compared to the true giants, I’m still just a kid."
"As things stand, ERV’s existence and growth explain everything. Anything is possible."
"Who can guarantee the world won’t witness the ergence of another ERV? Or even three ERVs? Five ERVs?"
Tang Qing spread his hands and shook his head, "I can’t predict. The only constant in the world is change itself. Please don’t focus too much on my personal wealth. It’s just a number—it doesn’t an much."
If this were pretense.
Fang Yongjia would award him 120 out of 100.
Indeed.
Tang Qing’s wealth ranked second globally.
But wealth is just an individual pursuit and a tric for assessnt. The industry, however, is the true benchmark for authority. Compared to the actual international giants, Tang Qing is, as he says, still on his way.
"You’ve expressed your thoughts beautifully. So, what goals do you have next?" Fang Yongjia asked.
"Goals? Simple—ensuring my companies continue growing, transforming into truly world-class enterprises. Investing heavily in scientific research, respecting talent, and delivering higher-quality content and products to the world."
"Chairman Tang, we’ve heard you’re planning to pursue multiple degrees. Can you manage your ti effectively for that?"
Fang Yongjia had only recently stumbled upon this news.
"Ti—when squeezed, can always be found. Learning is a lifelong pursuit. For , if there’s anything that can continuously sustain my drive for exploration, it’s learning new knowledge."
"I hope to be better today than I was yesterday."
"And ten years later, I won’t regret ever wasting my youth."
"..."
When it cos to waxing philosophical.
Tang Qing is a bona fide expert.
Before long, he left Fang Yongjia utterly disoriented.
Upon regaining his composure.
With one minute remaining, he swiftly asked his last question.
"Chairman Tang, Qingyuan Technology is about to go public. Just three days ago, it launched the white-tag installnt paynt option. This sales model is similar to credit cards. Does this an Ali might soon follow suit?"
That question.
Was not solely driven by Fang Yongjia’s curiosity. The public had been speculating. The longest term span for installnts—24 months—drastically reduces the psychological impact of spending. If Ali were to adopt this model, it could undoubtedly boost online shopping consumption further.
Additionally.
Credit cards would face substantial competition.
Tang Qing, hearing this, chuckled, "Although I’m Ali’s largest shareholder, I don’t interfere in Ali’s affairs. However, this installnt model will undoubtedly beco a mainstream trend in the future."
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