Evening.
Night falls.
In normal tis, Davos, at this hour, stores are almost all closed. After all, this is Switzerland, and Davos is a famous travel destination. The shopkeepers here are not lacking money. Overti? Absolutely not.
"Welco!"
"Take care."
"We are open all night tonight."
"Thank you."
"..."
A similar scene is playing out everywhere in Davos Town.
Bar.
Cafe.
Club.
Shop.
...
As long as there are guests, these places won’t close. There’s no choice; there are too many local tyrants. Here, billionaires are everywhere, and re millionaires are as common as dogs, making it impossible to be the sa as usual.
Money?
No.
It’s not for money, it’s for the town’s reputation.
Yes.
That’s right. After all, these wealthy people co from all over the world and enjoy high standard treatnts everywhere. If they want to treat a friend to a drink, there aren’t many venues to choose from, and closing at quitting ti doesn’t work.
That won’t do.
Over ti.
They might say we are rude.
Of course.
Tips are nurous too, with billionaires too abundant here, unlike the stinginess of ordinary tourists. During this period, the day’s revenue could surpass an entire week of normal business.
"Have you heard? Tang Qing is looking for collaborators everywhere."
"Collaborating in what?"
"Hummingbird."
"That company?"
"Yes, this afternoon, he t with at least five groups. The specifics of the collaboration aren’t clear, but it’s certain that there are quite a few projects, and the partners are nurous. The total investnt will be considerable."
"Big move."
"Indeed!"
"Just within Huaxia’s Hummingbird, he has invested several hundred billion RMB. No one knows how much it will be this ti, but given Tang Qing’s wealth, even a hundred billion dollars isn’t much."
a hundred billion dollars.
Is that a lot?
A lot.
But for Tang Qing, it is just trivial. Tang Qing’s net worth exceeds 200 billion dollars, and the total value of his companies exceeds 500 billion dollars. If he’s going to invest, it’s certainly not his own money.
It’s all from the company.
Does Hummingbird have money?
Ha!
That’s not understanding Hummingbird’s growth history.
The first step.
Tang Qing announced the establishnt of Hummingbird and then started planning.
The second step.
Fifteen billion dollars, sold ten percent of stocks to Ali.
The third step.
Obtained a loan of more than 20 billion RMB from ICBC.
Until now.
Almost without spending any money himself, Tang Qing built up Hummingbird with the skill of achieving much with little, which astonished the world at the ti, but everyone knows this is hard to learn.
Without Tang Qing’s net worth.
Banks wouldn’t believe it.
Without a series of successful business cases.
Ali wouldn’t believe it.
Therefore.
Admire if you want; this can’t be emulated.
"A hundred billion, I think it’s more than that."
"Oh?"
"I heard that for this collaboration, the other side needs help solving part of the loan issues. I think at least 150 billion dollars in investnt to start with, and Tang Qing always likes to think big."
"True!"
"..."
One afternoon.
This information is no longer considered a secret. Ordinary people like to watch celebrity gossip, while wealthy people enjoy keeping an eye on their peers’ movents. Tang Qing’s dazzling degree has reached a glaring level.
There is envy.
There is jealousy.
So much money; they truly wish to seize a piece of it. The majority of them were still in school at his age, foolishly cheerful every day, while Tang Qing was already at the finish line.
Moreover.
It’s a finish line they can hardly touch.
Visible.
But unreachable; only when reaching a certain extent do you understand how difficult wealth growth is in the later stages. You must open a sail on the cusp to possibly soar.
Besides.
It can only be built over ti.
With good luck.
It can climb higher and higher; with bad luck, a whirlwind in the middle can shrink your wealth. If there’s a family misfortune, or heirs battling over the inheritance, it’s even harder.
...
Villa.
Living room.
"Let’s go!"
Checking the ti.
Tang Qing stands out; tonight, the hosts have arranged a banquet, and since it doesn’t start until tomorrow, not all guests have arrived. According to the forum schedule, there are events here every day.
-Welco Banquet.
-Opening ceremony buffet.
-Opening banquet.
-Dinner party.
-Before-bed banquet.
-Lunch party.
-Concert.
-Cultural evening.
Indeed.
A forum has this many arrangents, and it’s not hard to understand why. The forum itself is intended to provide global wealthy elites and political figures a platform for exchange, catering to these guests who have co from afar.
Entertainnt.
Communication.
Both must be considered.
Otherwise, it’s too dull. Drinking, eating, are the best ways to foster relationships. In a relaxed atmosphere, achieving friendly interactions is sothing Tang Qing quite enjoys. Who cos here just for the conference?
Heading out.
Walking along the stone path, Tang Qing and Ma Yun head towards the welco banquet.
Winter.
It’s dark pretty early in Switzerland. Before six o’clock, the sun has already set, and in the distance, the lights are twinkling. Tang Qing concentrates slightly, and his view brightens sowhat, though it isn’t as bright as dayti.
Dayti vision is clear.
But it’s snowing here.
A vast white scene isn’t very pleasant to look at, while the current sight just makes the pitch-black areas visible, like... the night mode for reading mobile phone text.
In the distance.
There are countless activity silhouettes.
Most people are blue, so are red, others green, corresponding to different identities, and the direct relatives of those collaborating families are all marked with a faint purple.
Arriving at the venue.
Handing over the invitation.
"Mr. Tang, welco."
"Please."
It’s the sa venue as last year’s banquet; the hall is crowded with people in groups of three or five, speaking quietly. Various circles collide, rge, and separate here; it’s quite interesting.
Picking up a glass of wine.
"Mr. Ma, arm yourself."
Tang Qing gently raised his glass and smiled.
This week.
Is going to be busy.
"Into battle."
Ma Yun laughed heartily.
Following that.
The two yellow-skinned n rged into this bustling place of fa and fortune. Tang Qing didn’t show overly explicit intentions; otherwise, he could et one and go straight to the next one without even seeking them out.
Too strange.
Therefore.
Apart from the task.
Old friends.
New friends.
No one was rejected; more friends an more pathways. There are quite a few new faces this year because not everyone cos every year. So skip a year, and so change representatives. Tang Qing treats everyone seriously.
Good ones.
Make friends.
Not so good ones.
Beco familiar faces.
Last year.
Ma Yun didn’t follow Tang Qing, but he heard Tang Qing is very adept socially.
This year.
At this mont.
He finally understood what "very adept" ans regarding social adeptness. Old friends’ nas roll off the tongue without thinking; so even use endearing nicknas rather than pure nas.
In conversation.
Current affairs.
Economy.
Entertainnt.
Sport.
Gastronomy.
Travel.
...
Whatever interests the counterpart, Tang Qing can deftly address, even accurately analyzing the results of a competition hosted in a small town in so other country. The counterpart was joyful upon hearing this because it’s their sponsored event.
Whoa!
Whoa!
Ma Yun felt totally unable to keep up with the pace!
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