My heart is tied to that sky

In the conference room at the headquarters of Qingyang Industrial Group, on the banks of the Zhe River in early spring.

A detailed world map was displayed on a huge projection screen.

The air was heavy; a brainstorming session about the future was brewing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, 2016 is the first year of Qingyang's internationalization."

Tang Muyang stood in front of the screen, holding a laser pointer, and the red dot accurately landed on the location of Southeast Asia.

"After six months of preparation, we have decided to officially launch the 'Southward Plan'."

Below the stage, Lin Mo stood up, opened the PPT, and looked at the audience with a firm and steady gaze.

According to market research, the annual growth rate of jade consumption demand in Southeast Asia exceeds 20%.

"The local area lacks high-quality jewelry brands. This is our opportunity," he said firmly, pointing to the data on the screen.

"What we want to do is not simply sell products, but export our brand and our culture."

Tang Muyang nodded, tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, and looked at the new CEO, Su Man.

"President Su, I'm leaving the domestic operations to you. I need to select capable personnel to establish an overseas business division."

Su Man quickly reviewed the preliminary data, her mind clear: "I've already drafted the candidates; we'll draw key personnel from various branch offices."

"Lin Mo will take the lead. At the same time, I will ensure the stability of cash flow and supply chain in the domestic rear area."

Tang Muyang nodded approvingly, his eyes sharp, and issued instructions one by one, clearly and concisely, hitting the nail on the head.

"Fu Dayi, Shaanxi and Anhui have stabilized their positions. We should transfer or recruit outstanding talents to continue developing the Northwest region."

"Pan Xingwang and Hao Haining, both from Sichuan and Chongqing, are adjacent to each other. They should work together to develop the southwest region and explore practical solutions."

"Gu Zhixing, Kyoto should also promote and attract talent, thoroughly develop the Bohai Rim region, and the R&D center should accelerate the research and development of new materials."

Gu Zhixing adjusted his glasses and said confidently, "Understood, Chairman Tang. The new generation of environmentally friendly alloy technology has entered the pilot production stage."

"We expect to start mass production next month, which will be a key asset for us to open up the international market."

After the meeting, Tang Muyang kept Lin Mo behind.

"Lin Mo, you're the vanguard officer on this trip south, you must be under a lot of pressure, right?" Tang Muyang poured him a cup of tea.

"There's definitely pressure, but I'm mostly excited." Lin Mo took the teacup, his eyes resolute.

"Chairman Tang, rest assured, I will definitely crack this tough nut in Southeast Asia."

"Remember, you are the old master craftsman with the Ghost Hand. Going to sea isn't about fighting, it's about making friends." Tang Muyang patted him on the shoulder.

"We need to bring Qingyang's culture to the world and let foreigners understand our jade."

This strategic meeting not only established the group's overseas footprint, but also demonstrated Tang Muyang's macro vision as chairman.

This also gave everyone in the team a clear goal to strive for.

Following the strategic decision, a profound transformation within the group officially commenced.

On the first working day after the Spring Festival, the group issued its first official document, with a clear theme: depersonalization, system building, and institutional reform.

Su Man acted swiftly and decisively, reforming the old model with sweeping reforms.

She comprehensively revised the company's articles of association and organizational structure, promoting management upgrades.

"Everything is based on data, everything is results-oriented, and everything is based on the system." Su Man said firmly at the executive meeting.

The management style that relied on personal judgment and personal relationships has completely disappeared from the historical stage.

Instead, a modern mechanism with clear processes, well-defined responsibilities, and transparent performance evaluation has been established.

Ye Zhi Qiu remarked at an internal meeting, "In the past, it was President Tang who spoke; now it's the system that speaks."

This statement quickly spread among the senior management, and everyone understood that Qingyang had truly entered an era of institutionalized operation.

The group has officially established six regional management centers.

The three major regions of Sichuan-Chongqing, Sichuan-Chengdu, and Shaanxi-Anhui are operated in a coordinated manner, forming a two-level management and control structure from headquarters to branch offices.

Veteran players like Hao Haining, Pan Xingwang, and Fu Dayi each guarded their own area, transitioning from simple executors.

They will transform into regional operators with greater authority and responsibility.

With decentralization of power, clear accountability, and well-defined goals, team enthusiasm has been fully activated, leading to a significant increase in efficiency.

Tang Jianguo couldn't help but exclaim on the phone, "Mu Yang, your move of delegating power has truly brought the whole game to life."

Tang Muyang responded with a smile: "A company can't grow big by relying on just one person."

"Only by relying on systems, regulations, and teams can we move steadily and go far."

With everything arranged, Su Man drew an elite team from Zhejiang Waterway.

He returned to Xiaoxiang with Tang Muyang and helped establish the Xiaoxiang branch.

The following morning, at Xiaoshui Airport, Qingyang Industrial's business jet waited quietly in the dawn.

Inside the cabin, Tang Zhiye, dressed in a thick cashmere coat, was still stroking his old, well-worn tobacco pipe.

The old man gazed out the window, his eagerness to return home evident in his eyes.

Gong Yiqing held two-year-old Tang Shiyang in her arms, and the child curiously peered out the porthole.

Facing the surging sea of ​​clouds, she babbled and her tender fingers left tiny marks on the glass.

The plane landed smoothly at Xiangsha Airport, where a motorcade sent by Tang Pingsheng had been waiting for a long time.

Without pausing for a moment, the group drove towards the banks of the Fuyi River.

The scenery outside the car window rushed past, as if the wanderer had returned still a youth.

Tang Muyang leaned back in his chair, gazing at the familiar green hills and clear waters, his thoughts seemingly drawn back to many years ago.

That year, he was a novice, leaving the mountains with dreams in his heart. Many years later, he returned with his beloved wife.

Fuyi River, the mother river, was where he stood on his hometown soil for the first time with his beautiful daughter, Honghong.

That year, he vowed that Qingyang Hometown would be implemented along the Mother River as a project dedicated to the Mother River.

"Husband, look, that's your Fuyi River," Gong Yiqing called softly, interrupting his thoughts.

Tang Muyang came to his senses and saw that the person next to him was the lovely Honghong.

He held her hand tightly: "Eight years have passed in the blink of an eye. I have finally lived up to the expectations of this land."

"With the completion of Phase I of Fuyi Jinyuan, the villagers have moved into their new homes." Gong Yiqing understood her husband's feelings.

The convoy drove into the second phase construction site of Fuyi Jinyuan, with the older brother, Tang Pingsheng, dressed in dusty work clothes.

The safety helmet was worn askew on his head, facing the walkie-talkie dispatch site.

Amidst the sound of doors closing one after another, a group of people stepped out of the car.

Tang Muyang held Tang Shiyang in his arms, gazing at the towering cranes and roaring machinery of the Motherland Project, a surge of warmth welling up in his heart.

"Finally... it's starting to look decent." He murmured softly, a barely perceptible hint of moisture flashing in his eyes.

Brother-in-law Jiang Dashu squatted beside the pile of steel bars, his fingertips slowly moving across the blueprints, checking the data stroke by stroke.

"Brother! Brother-in-law!" Tang Muyang's shouts pierced through the noise of the construction site.

The two turned around and saw that familiar figure; their eyes instantly lit up.

"Muyang! I can't come to pick you up myself!" Tang Pingsheng strode forward and patted his younger brother's shoulder heavily.

The force was so great that Tang Muyang swayed slightly, yet it was filled with a deep sense of kinship.

Jiang Dashu also greeted him with a simple smile, rubbing his hands together: "Muyang, I've been too busy."

"With your personal leadership, the hometown of Xiaoxiang Qingyang has finally truly taken root."

My elder sister, Tang Xiuying, hurried over from under the archway of Fuyi Jinyuan, her clothes still smelling of cooking.

Upon seeing Gong Yiqing and Shi Yang, her eyes instantly reddened. Without bothering to wipe her hands, she simply wiped them on her apron.

She opened her arms and said with a smile, "Shiyang, Auntie will hug you!" The little girl familiarly jumped into her aunt's arms.

"Yiqing, Shiyang is looking more and more like her mother!" she said, giving Tang Shiyang a kiss on the cheek.

"Hello, Auntie! Grandpa said I've grown taller again," Tang Shiyang greeted politely, blinking her little eyes.

"Yes! Shiyang is becoming more and more like a little princess!" Tang Xiuying's voice was choked with emotion.

His gaze fell on Gong Yiqing, full of concern: "Yiqing, you must be exhausted from the journey. Come home with me."

"Okay, sister." Gong Yiqing responded warmly, and the three of them walked towards their home in Fuyi Jinyuan.

Tang Zhiye got out of the car and walked slowly to the center of the construction site, a relieved smile appearing on his wrinkled face.

For the next few days, Tang Muyang did not rest for a moment.

He and his core team from headquarters are permanently stationed in the office at Fuyi Jinyuan, with the decoration standards completely matching those of Zhejiang Water Group's headquarters.

"Brother! It seems that the project in Qingyang's hometown has taken shape in the past few years." Everyone gathered around the desk.

"This is the framework that brat Tang Jianguo built, and I just copied it," Tang Pingsheng, the older brother, replied with a smile.

After everyone was seated, Jiang Dashu poured authentic green tea for everyone, and all eyes turned to the screen.

Tang Muyang used the simplest language to explain the clearest ideas: standardization, qualifications, and professional titles.

He pointed to the organizational chart on the wall, his tone solemn.

"Brother, brother-in-law, we used to build our own houses, relying on our strength and experience."

"Now the company is more formalized, focusing on quality and speed."

"This time I'm back, I'm going to establish the Xiaoxiang branch in Xiangsha. From now on, all of Qingyang's projects in Xiaoxiang will be coordinated from the provincial capital."

"Headquarters has sent an elite team to help you set up your business in Xiangsha. You will learn from them and work on the job."

He looked at Tang Pingsheng: "Brother, from today onwards, you will have to take on the responsibility of leading the Xiaoxiang branch company step by step."

He paused, then smiled and looked at his brother-in-law, Jiang Dashu.

"The headquarters has already registered you for the Level 2 Construction Engineer Special Training Course through the Department of Housing and Urban-Rural Development. The quota and exam qualification have been reserved."

"These past few days, I've been working with the professional team to thoroughly understand the professional knowledge. I'll have Su Man arrange for you to take the certification exam later."

"From now on, the Xiaoxiang team will be a licensed and legitimate force. Who among them would dare to disobey?"

Jiang Dashu was taken aback for a moment, then grinned and said, "Okay! Whatever you say, I'll do it. Brother-in-law will listen to you!"

Tang Muyang then turned to Chen Xingqi, who had accompanied him. Chen Xingqi was the production director of Qingyang Industrial Group headquarters.

"Director Chen, please personally guide my brother and brother-in-law to implement the headquarters' regulations exactly as they were."

"Qingyang Industrial operates as a unified entity nationwide until they are capable of handling matters independently."

"Received, Chairman, rest assured!" Chen Xingqi stood up and bowed.

"Zhao Gang, leverage your resources and successful experience at Zhejiang Water Resources and Engineering Group, and coordinate with all relevant departments within a week."

Tang Muyang looked at him, his eyes full of trust and affirmation: "Only with you on the field can Xiaoxiang stabilize the situation."

Zhao Gang stood up, his voice steady and powerful: "Chairman Tang, within a week I will lead General Manager Tang to secure all the resources in Xiangsha City."

After saying that, he took the initiative to extend his hand to Tang Pingsheng.

Tang Muyang nodded with satisfaction and looked at Zhu Xiaohui: "Wherever there's a sales event, it can't do without you, you know that."

Zhu Xiaohui stood up, exuding a professional and capable aura: "Chairman! Received, understood!"

"Mr. Tang, I will cooperate with you to advance the real estate and jewelry sectors in Xiangsha on two fronts."

After she finished speaking, she reached out her slender hand and grasped Tang Pingsheng's hand tightly.

Tang Muyang then turned to Tang Pingsheng and Jiang Dashu: "The engineering system will be uniformly exported from headquarters by Su Man."

"We'll also have a dedicated engineering director on-site to oversee things; professional tasks must be left to professionals."

"Once you are able to take on the responsibility independently, this headquarters team will be withdrawn to Zhejiang."

"This is a world that truly belongs to you."

Tang Pingsheng listened attentively and calmly, while Jiang Dashu's face turned red with excitement.

"We are now a regular force in Qingyang Industry." Tang Muyang patted his brother-in-law on the shoulder, his tone firm.

Within two weeks, the team split up, with one side focusing on the intensive construction of Phase II of Fuyi Jinyuan.

With the concerted efforts of both parties in Xiangsha City, the Xiaoxiang branch was officially established and began renovation and trial operation.

Tang Muyang left his team behind and stood with his wife and children on the banks of the Xiang River, gazing at the Fuyi Mother River and looking back at his wife.

"The Fuyi River is the root, the Xiangshui River is the starting point, and the Mother Project is Qingyang's eternal source of confidence."

Looking at the city buildings before her, Gong Yiqing sighed, "Honey, we're here. This city will be even more magnificent."

After arranging everything at the Xiaoxiang branch, Tang Muyang drove with his wife and children to the Xiangxi mountainous area.

In front of a dilapidated Hope Primary School, Tang Muyang stood wearing a simple windbreaker, his feet covered in mud.

"Chairman Tang, this is the primary school we are going to help build." The head of the local poverty alleviation office pointed to the school building in front of him with a guilty look on his face.

"The conditions are too harsh, and the children are suffering."

Tang Muyang didn't say anything, but silently walked into the classroom. The blackboard was cracked, the desks and chairs were crooked, and the window paper was torn.

He took out his phone and dialed Su Man's number directly.

"Mr. Su, I saw a primary school in the mountainous area of ​​western Hunan."

"This money will come from my personal fund, and will not go through the company's accounts."

"I want to build the best Hope Primary School in Hunan Province here. I want to build not only a teaching building, but also a library, a playground, and a canteen."

On the other end of the phone, Su Man immediately replied, "Okay, Chairman Tang, I'll arrange for the construction team to come to the site right away."

"I'll oversee all the procedures and progress, and I'll keep you updated."

"Also, I need to recruit volunteers from within the group." Tang Muyang paused.

"We need to establish a system where we hire two higher education professionals each year to teach here for a year."

"I'll issue a document on my end to confirm this," Su Man replied readily.

At this moment, Gong Yiqing got out of the car with her daughter Tang Shiyang in her hand, carrying stationery and candy for the children.

"Muyang, look at these children."

Gong Yiqing pointed to a group of barefoot children running in the distance, her eyes slightly red, "They're about the same age as Shiyang, but..."

Tang Muyang took Shiyang and gently stroked her face.

"That's why I say that if Ching Yang wants to become a caring company, it can't just look at profits."

"We want children to know that the outside world is wonderful and that they also have the opportunity to see it."

This child, born in the mountains of southern Hunan, still remembers his childhood in the mountains even after achieving great success.

To pave a superior and distinctive path for the children of western Hunan to grow up.

"Uncle Tang! Uncle Tang!" A group of children surrounded him, chattering excitedly.

Tang Muyang squatted down and handed out candies with a smile: "Come on, everyone gets some, don't fight over them."

The sunlight shone on his face, and at that moment, he was no longer the powerful chairman, but just a warm, approachable uncle next door.

This scene was witnessed by teachers and students in impoverished mountainous areas.

This adds a significant touch to Qingyang Industry's brand image.

Late at night, in the study on the second floor of Xianghu No. 1.

Tang Muyang sat at his desk, holding a book about Southeast Asian culture, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Still looking at this?" Gong Yiqing walked in carrying a cup of hot milk and gently placed it on the table.

"Yes, if you want to succeed in overseas markets, you can't do it without understanding the local culture." Tang Muyang rubbed his temples.

"Although Lin Mo and his group are full of energy, they still lack experience in cultural integration."

Gong Yiqing sat opposite him, massaging his shoulders: "You've already stepped down from the front lines, why are you still worrying so much?"

"Going to the second line isn't about retreating, it's about taking a different path." Tang Muyang held her hand.

"Yiqing, I'm thinking, when Shiyang is a little older, we'll take her abroad to see the world. Not for tourism, but to live there for a while."

"You want to... immigrate?" Gong Yiqing asked in surprise!

She assumed that her husband, like some successful celebrities, had accumulated some wealth and left China for overseas.

"No, it's not about immigration," Tang Muyang shook his head. "It's about giving the children an international perspective."

"Our generation struggled to survive; the next generation should create in order to live."

"You're right." Gong Yiqing nodded in relief. "I also hope that Zhenyang and Shiyang can see a wider world."

On a clear morning in Zhejiang, on the running track by Xianghu Lake, the thin mist had not yet dissipated. Tang Muyang, dressed in sportswear, jogged slowly with steady steps.

"Mu Yang." A clear and familiar voice came from behind.

Tang Muyang stopped, took off his headphones, turned around and smiled: "Xiaoyan, good morning."

"It's listed on the stock exchange, congratulations."

Xiao Xiaoyan was dressed in simple sportswear, her breathing even, and her tone as calm as if she were talking about today's weather.

"Thank you." Tang Muyang wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at his former lover, who now seemed more like an old friend.

"However, this is just the beginning."

Xiao Xiaoyan looked at him with a deep gaze: "You have truly achieved chess game awakening."

Tang Muyang's gaze became distant: "Your words in 1993, 'Rather than being a pawn, it's better to jump out of the chessboard.'"

"In 2005, you said again that you were no longer the chess player, but the one who would draw the chessboard."

Xiao Xiaoyan smiled slightly: "Back then, you had just come out of Hengxin Gem Factory, covered in wounds."

"Now, you've not only stepped out of the chessboard, but you've also drawn an even bigger one yourself."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the city in the distance as it began to awaken.

"Qingyang Industry is no longer your personal Qingyang, but a system that can operate automatically."

Tang Muyang was silent for a moment, then smiled.

"Xiaoyan, thank you. If it weren't for what you said back then, I might still be stuck in the game of Go in Kyoto."

"No, you walked out of there yourself." Xiao Xiaoyan shook her head. "I just pointed out a path."

She approached and looked intently at Tang Muyang: "Enjoy your chess career."

"However, don't forget, no matter how big the chessboard is, you still need someone to play with you."

Tang Muyang looked at her, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

He knew that the person she was referring to as "accompanying you" was Gong Yiqing, his family, and the Qingyang team he had built from scratch.

"I will." He nodded solemnly.

At this moment, a morning breeze blows, carrying the freshness of the lake water.

Tang Muyang knew that his chessboard had already been laid out.

The phrase "the game has only just begun" echoed in his mind all day.

It was late at night, and the children were all asleep.

Tang Muyang sat alone on the terrace, holding a glass of red wine, gazing at the moon in the sky.

Xiao Xiaoyan's last words still echoed in my mind.

No matter how big the chessboard is, you still need someone to play with you.

"What are you thinking about?"

Gong Yiqing, wearing a coat, came out and sat down next to him.

"I was thinking about what Xiaoyan said this morning." Tang Muyang swirled his wine glass.

With a slight smile, she said, "No matter how big the chessboard is, I still need someone to play with me."

"So what do you think?" Gong Yiqing leaned on his shoulder, her voice gentle.

"She's right." Tang Muyang turned to look at his wife. "I used to think that this game of chess was a battlefield for me alone."

"From having nothing to building Qingyang Group, I've always been thinking about how to win and how to utterly destroy my opponents."

"But now I understand." Tang Muyang held Gong Yiqing's hand, his palm warm: "This game of chess isn't just mine alone."

"Yiqing, you're saying I'm completely stepping down this time and handing the company over to Suman and the others, right?"

"Of course." Gong Yiqing grasped his hand in return.

"You used to be the captain, you had to steer, row, and patch the leaks. Now, you're the lighthouse, you just need to light the way."

"As for those who play chess with you..." Gong Yiqing pointed to the sleeping child in the room, and then to Tang Muyang's heart.

"One is your family, and the other is your team. As long as they are there, this game will not fall apart."

Tang Muyang remained silent for a moment, and the last trace of doubt in his heart vanished.

He smiled: "You're right." Tang Muyang's tone was much more relaxed.

"I used to be too tired, always trying to control everything. Now I understand that letting go is the greatest form of trust."

"Besides, you have more important things to do." Gong Yiqing looked at him, her eyes shining.

"For example, accompany me and the children to see the world."

"Yes." Tang Muyang put down his wine glass and put his arm around his wife's shoulder.

"I used to feel like I didn't have time. Now, we have all the time we need."

A sea breeze blows, and the terrace is filled with the faint aroma of red wine.

At this moment, the game is over, and all is well.

Tang Muyang has finally completed his transformation from manager to leader, and then to lifestyle expert.