Directly giving money.
Too low.
After gaining ’golden rights’ last year, the fighters began constructing a more extensive and deeper ’delivery’ system, covert yet legal.
This ti.
From the World Cup, eighty percent of the money earned will be distributed, paying for a month, or several months, or even a year or two’s equivalent exchange.
Overall.
Buy.
In.
That simple!
...
As for those hitching a ride, Tang Qing doesn’t mind. Directed delivery cannot be too directed; it must be hidden among the vast number of lucky recipients.
Not attracting attention.
However.
The expenditure is quite astonishing.
From the beginning of the year until now, the expenditure on ’golden rights’ has exceeded thirty billion dollars. Calculated annually, it must be at least fifty billion dollars.
Tsk tsk!
Fifty.
Billion.
Unit is still dollars.
Truly astonishing.
If the fighters didn’t know how to make money, it would really be difficult to sustain.
Moreover.
They are all over the world; they want foreign currency, using Asia Dollar definitely doesn’t work, using other countries’ currencies from Myanmar’s foreign exchange reserves is even worse.
Fortunately.
Within five years.
The dark forces constructed by the fighters have grown large enough to sustain the entire system, and as the forces expand, it becos increasingly easy.
Firstly.
It’s easier to make money.
Secondly.
The delivery thods can also be more diversified.
For example.
If the other party’s relative works in a certain company and has performance requirents, then create performance for them. Such thods will beco more nurous.
"Sigh!"
Tang Qing couldn’t help but sigh.
Alright.
I’m no longer a good person!
Look.
What have we been doing all day? Of course, it’s only a sigh. He doesn’t think he’s wrong; strictly speaking, he’s just a person seeking to survive.
This world.
Like a mountain.
To go down the mountain, one can fall all the way to the bottom.
However.
To climb up the mountain requires physical strength, and even those climbing with you, or those in front of you, might knock you down. Tang Qing simply doesn’t want to roll down the mountain.
Therefore.
Must prepare in advance.
Don’t cause trouble.
But.
No one should think of bullying .
...
At this mont.
It was already late at night, quite idle. Tang Qing’s figure flashed and appeared again on an artificial island in the Pacific. The sun was shining brightly, the sea breeze caressing his face.
In the distance.
Another island, faintly visible, that’s Settlent Point One, and here is Settlent Point Two. The training area’s slag and rubble are really quite nurous.
Therefore.
There is a ’backup island’.
In the future.
Within three years, there should be no need to build new artificial islands. To this, Tang Qing could only say, the human world, scum cannot be completely eradicated, crop after crop.
Otherwise.
The number of people needing to ’disappear’ wouldn’t be so many. To enable the islanders to fish, advanced cultivating technology was specially used around here.
Constructing a nearshore ecosystem.
Otherwise.
The fish population here simply wouldn’t be enough for the many nets to catch.
...
The next day.
Morning.
Yangcheng Park was bustling with activity.
The province.
The city.
The district.
Almost all heavyweight figures were present. Mu Youyou and Yan Xiaoi were below, staring intently at the figure on stage, their eyes sparkling.
"So handso."
"This outfit, I’ll check it out!" Many employees took out their mobile phones.
"It’s available."
"..."
Nowadays.
Tang Qing is practically the brand ambassador of Sheng Tang, despite never appearing in advertisents. But every ti he’s seen wearing sothing, it sells out.
Gradually.
The previous image ambassadors have faded significantly in people’s mories.
At this mont.
After exchanging pleasantries, Tang Qing was already standing on stage, saying a lot of things, earning applause before handing the microphone to the provincial and city representatives.
District?
The event was too high-profile, they were rely the audience.
"Boss Tang, you’re always welco to visit more often."
"Definitely."
Noon.
The province again warmly hosted, compared to yesterday’s lunch, today was clearly of higher specification. Tang Qing was already well accustod to such occasions.
Tired?
No.
Interacting with people, savoring carefully, is actually sowhat enjoyable. In the conversation, the other party’s emotions are controlled, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness on a whim.
Not boring!
...
Afternoon.
"Sigh!"
After seeing off the guests, Tang Qing took a deep breath. This is the air of freedom, representing the completion of matters in Yangcheng, ready to head ho.
"You all will have to work hard next."
A few encouraging words.
Retreat!
By evening.
Tang Qing was already back at the Shanghai villa. Upon arriving ho, he heard laughter and chatter. Tomorrow is the weekend, so more people ca to dinner today.
Both of the dormitories from his undergraduate days ca over, although Tang Qing rarely goes to school for classes, Lin Jiaxue and they still often go.
Thus.
They gathered after school today.
Honestly.
Since the New Year, it was the first ti Tang Qing saw them. In June, the first year of postgraduate studies is basically ending. By the fall, everyone will be in their second year.
Thinking about it.
It’s so fast.
In the blink of an eye.
The postgraduate studies will probably be completed in a muddled state.
"Our Boss Tang is back." Seeing Tang Qing, Zhong Liang greeted with a smile, knowing Tang Qing is busy, he only ca at the end of this sester.
Wanting long-lasting friendships.
Near.
Far.
Must grasp a balance, and the gap between the two is getting wider. Many tis, Zhong Liang found himself struggling to find common topics.
True!
He’s a Rich Second Generation, his family property is worth billions.
However.
Compared to Tang Qing, he was far behind. The people Tang Qing interacts with are political figures or business leaders, discussing things he couldn’t even imagine.
"Haven’t been here for a while." Tang Qing stepped forward with a smile.
"Indeed."
"Certainly!"
"..."
Long ti no see.
But soon, under Tang Qing’s excellent social skills, the atmosphere ward up, one topic leading to ten more, effortlessly.
Chatting.
Tang Qing can discuss national affairs, or talk about how much garlic chives cost today, or the choice of purchasing a kitchen sink, and even techniques for begging money.
Want a high-end topic?
Cut!
Tang Qing isn’t bothered. If that were the case, people globally who could chat with him are countable on one hand. Seeing Tang Qing remain congenial as always.
Everyone smiled brightly.
Indeed.
Pressure.
Is mostly self-inflicted.
"Cheers."
"To our friendship, hopefully, in the future, every year we’ll have the chance to sit together, drink tea, and chat."
"Sure."
"..."
One drink down.
Suddenly.
Tang Qing recalled classmates from the previous life where few have kept in touch after graduation. As ti went on, WeChat and Penguin groups beca silent.
However.
Everyone’s life hasn’t stopped.
Showcasing life.
Showing off cuisine.
Showcasing scenery.
Showing marriage certificates.
Showing children.
...
Each has their own life, constantly moving forward. Among them, in terms of relationships, it was his college roommate Wang Qiang in Zhongzhou City that he was close with.
Back then.
For rent, Wang Qiang covered the majority.
For work, Wang Qiang helped him find a job. Before his rebirth, the last al he had was with Wang Qiang. He just didn’t expect to wake up and be back.
User Comments
0 comments from readers