What the hell is a private enterprise?

Chapter 319 Meet and Greet (6200 monthly votes in April)

Before Tang Wen landed in Seattle, American media quietly released a piece of news:
Large oil reserves have been discovered in the Nansha Islands.

Later, rumors circulated that a massive, high-grade crude oil reserve comparable to that of a dog-eat-dog tycoon had been discovered at Dongdae.

This news is not accepted by most people, after all, Dongda is definitely an oil-poor area, and the few oil fields discovered can only be described as "bad land" on the international stage.

Of course, Tang Wen was unaware of this. At this time, they had already landed at Seattle-Tacoma Airport. It would take time to refuel for their connecting flight, so they could go out and stretch their legs for a bit.

"Tsk, the airport here is much more bustling than the ones in China. Look at these lights."

Zhao Hande looked around with great interest, while Tang Wen, on the other hand, stared idly at the lawn as if it were nothing, hoping to catch a cricket or something.

Thanks to its open aviation policies, the United States boasts the most prosperous aviation industry, with passenger and cargo planes constantly arriving and departing, which truly broadened the visiting delegation's understanding.

"Ah, the air here smells so much better than in Shanghai! Look how clean the airport is!"

Hearing the sighs from not far away, Tang Wen sniffed again, confirming that it was only the smell of burning kerosene.

He found Zhao Hande:

"Seattle is Boeing's home base. If you want to talk about the CH47, this is the place to go."

Zhao Hande:
“If you go out to look for Boeing now, McDonnell Douglas will probably go crazy.”

Tang Wen nodded:
"But I think I can come back and visit when I have time on my way back. There are so many good things here. Actually, I'd also like to visit a few more places in California, and Texas as well."

Invista, 3Dfx, and ATI are locked in fierce competition, while Texas Instruments, Cisco, AVAGO, and Interex have been established brands for a long time... I really want to buy them all.

Even if it's not possible, investing several million dollars is still a worthwhile investment.

Thirty billion US dollars was not enough. For the first time, Tang Wen felt that even owning a mountain of oil was not enough to spend.

The second half of this year will see a financial crisis, and a large amount of hot money will flow into the virtual sector.

Should we wait for the bubble to burst in 2000 before making things rudimentary, or join in early?

Zhao Hande, who was standing nearby, noticed something and silently memorized several place names.

The plane took off again at noon local time.

……

When news broke that someone was going to spend billions of dollars to buy a passenger plane, media outlets across the United States began speculating about Tang Wen's identity.
Some say he is an official agent, some say he is the emperor's son, and some say he is actually the third brother.

What does he look like? Can he speak English? Does he love America?

Filled with great curiosity, McDonnell Douglas originally only invited a few media outlets to take photos and make an appearance at the airport, and would proceed according to the arrangements later.

As a result, a huge crowd surged in, making the waiting area extremely congested. With no other option, they had to pull strings and wait inside the airport. They decided to discuss with Tang Wen whether to cancel the press conference.

"Cancel? No, no, no."

Tang Wen looked up at the night sky above him. Running away at this moment would undoubtedly damage his image in the media.

Brian, McDonnell Douglas's greeter:

"Then please be sure to follow the initial arrangement and only answer questions from ABC and Bruberg reporters... Oh, do you speak English?"

"Just a little bit, please don't worry."

Before Tang Wen's time travel, his job required him to deal with foreigners. Although his spoken English was terrible, he had no problem with basic communication.

Zhao Hande and the new ambassador were a little nervous. The latter, upon seeing Tang Wen's attire, suddenly slapped his forehead:
"Where's your formal attire? Quickly find a place to change into formal wear, and your Miss Jane would better change into a dress as well!"

Tang Wen looked at himself: a black short-sleeved shirt, dark green work jeans, and a pair of sneakers from a wholesale store in Guangdong Province—a typical engineering student's outfit.

Jean Bart doesn't come with a default skin, but it's still a casual dress.

"No, formal attire isn't necessary now. This is fine as it is."

"But isn't this just too... too informal?"

The two of them didn't think Tang Wen's outfit was acceptable at all and demanded that he at least wear a jacket.

Tang Wen couldn't refuse, looked around and suddenly his eyes lit up. He called out to the ground crew who were passing by not far away.

Amid the latter's bewildered and curious gaze, he pointed to his clothes, then pulled out a dollar bill to indicate his intention. The young man agreed without hesitation, and Tang Wen was soon wearing a black leather jacket.

Tang Wen also took out a pair of sunglasses from inside and hung them directly on his collar.

"Okay, now I think that's enough."

He snapped his fingers and jumped on the spot, instantly transforming into what appeared to be a local Asian youth.

Coupled with his confident and relaxed tone, everyone was somewhat skeptical that he had ever lived in the United States.

This was somewhat different from what Brian had imagined, but he did think of something and exclaimed in admiration:

"Yes, yes, that's how it should be."

"This……"

Amidst the atmosphere that made him stand out from the rest of the delegation, Tang Wen, without any pressure, directly grabbed the ship girl's hand, and Brian quickly followed.

……

Seeing some movement at the boarding gate, the reporters at the front immediately began to stir.

"I'm coming!"

Q: What do Chinese people look like in the eyes of the old Mi?
A: They come in all shapes and sizes, from starving, emaciated farmers to Japanese plus-sized books, and from Fu Yanzhou to Bruce Lee.

Foreigners are now treated like pets in China, but the situation is similar when they go abroad. The outside world still has very little knowledge of the mysterious land of the East and holds great curiosity about it.

But they must all be poor, thin, and wearing long gowns (?).

However, the scene that unfolded the next moment defied their comprehension.

A young couple emerged from the end of the passage. The girl had distinctly European features and bright red hair, while the boy next to her looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old (Asians are generally perceived as younger due to their smooth skin and less body hair). He was wearing a jacket and cargo pants and casually surveyed his surroundings.

In contrast to them, the group of Asians following behind had serious expressions, stiff faces, and fixed eyes.

It wasn't until they spotted the security personnel maintaining order on both sides that they realized the two men's possible identities.

The ABC reporter at the very front leaned out halfway and held out the microphone to ask the first question:
"Are you Chai Natang?"

Tang Wen stopped, turned around, and faced the camera with a humorous expression:
"(In English) There are many Tangs, but if you mean the Tang that bought 100 passenger planes, then it is me."

Unlike the complex grammar that most Chinese people have painstakingly mastered, Tang Wen's spoken English is not only simple but also has serious grammatical errors. It is almost like a forced combination of words, the kind that even English teachers would find unbearable to read.

But this is precisely the scenario in which the old Americans communicate in their daily lives. They don't care about grammar or wrong words, and can easily understand the meaning of Tang language.

That's why the surrounding reporters gasped in surprise.

With just one sentence, they narrowed the distance between them and Tang Wen.

The ABC reporter was somewhat taken aback; this didn't match the script at all, so he became bolder and deviated from the script:
"Did you come to the United States because of the official intentions of Tokyo University?"

Tang Wen spread his arms in front of him and pulled: "(In English) Of course not, according to authoritative data:"
Over the next 20 years, we will need a total of 10,000 passenger and cargo aircraft to meet the demand, which gives me full confidence to invest in the aviation market.

"$30 billion is just the beginning. Before 2000, I plan to spend $100 billion in the United States on passenger planes and spare parts!"

The word "100 billion US dollars" was pronounced with such clarity that it not only left the reporters present speechless but also greatly shocked the others behind him.

Taking advantage of the moment, Tang Wen waved goodbye to the reporters, then pulled the adorable ship girl along and jogged away, with the others belatedly catching up.

It's so exciting to install and then run away.

Regardless of whether it actually comes to fruition, Tang Wencai at least wants everyone to know that he is willing to spend money here.

The security guards carefully protected the two of them, and their bodies involuntarily lowered even further.

Just kidding, these are billionaires worth tens of billions of dollars. If they fall, they'll all be the ones to blame.

Brian, standing behind him, was even more dizzy. Ten billion dollars! Ten billion dollars!

Later that evening, a sensational headline was urgently printed:
[A wealthy businessman from Tokyo University will bring billions of dollars to the United States]

(End of this chapter)