Tang Qing had just showed him a sensational piece of news.
Sanlu was exposed by the dia.
The company’s milk powder was problematic, containing lamine that caused infants to develop kidney stones. The news report did not ntion who the whistleblower was, it simply stated that a quality supervision bureau conducted a spot check.
On another website displayed on the screen.
It had issued a warning about this two months ago. The words "Blue Sky" were boldly visible in the website’s top-left logo. i Wenlin had heard of this website, but he didn’t pay much attention to it.
Because it had nothing to do with him.
He was wealthy.
The things he ate and used were all premium quality, rarely with quality issues, and his living conditions were very safe.
Under the exposure by Blue Sky Network.
The issue erupted two years ahead of ti.
It was the ferntation of this incident that allowed Tang Qing to see the news about canned food safety that morning. Usually, Blue Sky Network wouldn’t even appear in Huaxia’s dia reports.
But this ti, it actually showed its face in the reports about the canning factory.
When soone falls.
Soone else rises.
It was an opportunity for i Wenlin, and for Huang Qi, it was also a chance to make so extra money. i Wenlin supplied the brand, Huang Qi provided the channels—both of them could grab a share of the pie within this precarious ti.
And Tang Qing.
Never thought about getting involved in this kind of industry.
The food industry.
His companies would never venture into it.
Even if they did, they would not take control, and a business in which he couldn’t take control, if not for helping, then it was aningless. Therefore, so far, the only stake in the food industry that Tang Qing held was in Li Jianguo’s catering company.
The reason was simple.
Along with not being very profitable.
This industry was relatively dangerous.
The danger stemd from business competition.
In the food industry, if soone sabotaged him, with poisoning or such harming the innocent and causing severe societal impacts, the chairman would go to prison. Though he wasn’t afraid, he didn’t want to be subjected to such disgusting tactics.
Other industries did not have so many issues.
No matter what.
Business competition wouldn’t extend to causing personal injury to a large number of innocent people.
However.
Tang Qing himself not engaging in such industries.
Didn’t an the Fighters wouldn’t engage in them.
Within the ’Grain Industry Alliance Plan’, farming and breeding were inseparable activities, and the Fighters had always been involved. To date, they had amassed very large scale in agriculture and breeding sectors, plus nearly a million acres of land spread across the world.
The horizontal expansion and vertical integration never stopped.
Backed by copious amounts of capital.
Along with loan leverages.
Its developnt speed even surprised Tang Qing himself.
Milk powder.
There were indeed companies controlled by Fighters that produced it.
However, the scale was not large.
Because the core principle of the ’Grain Industry Alliance Plan’ was not to produce secondary processed products, but mainly to plant essential food crops for survival, like rice and flour, which could fill stomachs and alleviate hunger.
Everything else.
Were just ancillary products.
Take the mining alliance, for example.
The most important thing was obtaining mineral deposits, and only then ca processing capabilities.
As for milk powder.
Tang Qing may have an old-fashioned view, which was that it’s best to consu less of this product. No matter what, milk powder is made from cow’s milk. It’s good for cows, but not necessarily for humans.
Millions of years of human evolution, mothers have passed various antibodies to their children, not through milk powder. The rchants’ propaganda should only be sowhat believable, as they add so vitamin C and boldly claim to enhance immunity—a lot of companies do this.
And you can’t even accuse them of false advertising.
Vitamin C.
Indeed has a slight effect on enhancing human immunity.
...
Thinking of the ’Grain Industry Alliance Plan’.
Tang Qing couldn’t help but recall the ’Fourth Pixiu Plan’ from February, the largest in history. Tang Qing had set a cap of fifty billion U.S. dollars, and the entire plan continued until the end of March.
For two whole months.
This was an experint, an attempt at sothing new "content".
Moreover, Tang Qing realized that if the focus were always on one month, with a two-month break in between, it would be quite easy for the casinos to detect a pattern. Therefore, Tang Qing extended the tiline of the plan.
And by the end of March.
Tang Qing finally confird the final plan for the ’Pixiu Plan’.
That was to no longer delineate which iteration it was, abandoning the monthly cycle of once in March, becoming an all-year-round implentation, not limited by month, only by interval, to be executed within the range of 200 to 250 billion U.S. dollars per year.
An average of about two billion U.S. dollars per month.
This amount, when compared to the scale of the global gambling industry, was not large, but its stability was the winning asset. It included not only the money won from the casinos but also the money from gamblers, as well as various kinds of underground betting company money.
Betting on soccer.
Betting on horse racing.
Betting on underground boxing.
Everything related to gambling was included within its scope.
Only then could such ’profits’ be realized; otherwise, just relying on the money won from casinos would never achieve this amount. The job of the fighters was to stir up trouble, to stick their nose wherever there was money.
And this gained money.
Would also be laundered through channels and used for various plans.
The future.
Was foreseeable.
The entire world’s gambling industry.
Would be shrouded in unending gloom, earning money from these people, Tang Qing felt entirely justified.
.....
Inside the villa.
Illuminated by Tang Qing’s guidance.
i Wenlin and Huang Qi were both very excited.
After dinner, they hurriedly left.
Preparing to go back and think it over, then discuss it further with their families. Pan Yue also took Dou Jiao ho to his parents’ house, but Rong Ying didn’t leave. Her weekend wasn’t over yet.
Planning to freeload another night.
Then go back to the apartnt she rented tomorrow afternoon.
The next day.
Early morning.
The Shanghai Stock Market was hit by heavy rain, as a typhoon passed by, the rain pouring like buckets.
Lin Jiaxue was learning to paint in the art studio with Yunxin.
Tang Qing stood at the villa entrance.
Daydreaming.
His thoughts drifting away.
"Boss Tang, are you troubled by sothing?" Seeing Tang Qing staring blankly at the rain in the courtyard for half an hour, Rong Ying approached and asked. The door was open, with cold wind continuously blowing in, which made Rong Ying wrap her coat tighter around herself.
"Troubled? No, not really," Tang Qing shook his head.
Rong Ying was puzzled, "No? Then what are you looking at?"
"Watching the rain," Tang Qing honestly replied; indeed, he was just watching the rain.
"Oh."
Rong Ying obviously didn’t believe him.
She also watched for a while; alright, she couldn’t understand Tang Qing’s ’realm.’ Thinking it over, not wanting an awkward silence, she began, "Boss Tang, have you ever worried about anything?"
"What’s this? Are you accumulating news materials about ?" Tang Qing laughed and turned to look at Rong Ying, joking.
Although she had such thoughts, Rong Ying wouldn’t admit it.
"Not at all, it’s just the concern of a regular friend. Seeing you watch the rain alone, I thought you might have sothing troubling you. Talking about it might make you feel better," Rong Ying graded her own excuse as perfect.
Tang Qing didn’t mind.
He began speaking slowly:
"Everyone has their worries; I just have fewer. Freed from the worries of daily necessities, not concerned about housing and cars, having a lover, a harmonious family, many very important people to . These people, I can make them all happy and healthy.
But, I have new worries, just like other entrepreneurs in Huaxia. When money becos a number, it gives rise to new pursuits. The unattainable, the desire for more, are all sources of worry; I’m no exception. However, what I want cannot be explained to others."
Rong Ying quietly listened.
She didn’t understand.
Is this what wealthy people... do?
Having obtained what ordinary people dream of, even things they can’t even imagine, what more could you want?
Do you want to defy the heavens or what!
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