Super Rich: Rebirth of the Top-Tier Rich Second Generation

At 1 a.m., the Maybach smoothly drove back to the faculty apartment building of Tsinghua University.

Shen Qinglan was slightly tipsy, and her steps were a little unsteady when she got out of the car.

Jiang Yan reached out and supported her waist, escorting her all the way to the elevator entrance of the apartment building.

"Go upstairs and get some sleep. For the next few days, we won't go to the lab. Let's wait and see."

Jiang Yan tidied her wind-blown temples.

Shen Qinglan looked up at the handsome face so close to her. Under the influence of alcohol, she suddenly had an impulse to ask him to stay the night, regardless of everything.

But her remaining rationality told her that at this critical juncture, she had to remain absolutely clear-headed.

She bit her lower lip, hesitated for half a second before finally tiptoeing and quickly planting a kiss on Jiang Yan's cheek.

Goodnight, my love.

Jiang Yan stood downstairs, his hands in his trench coat pockets, watching the elevator numbers rise until they stopped at Shen Qinglan's floor.

Back in the Maybach, Jiang Yan rubbed his temples, his previously languid gaze instantly returning to the coldness of a superior.

"Qinghe," Jiang Yan said calmly.

Xu Qinghe, sitting in the passenger seat, immediately turned around: "Sir, what are your orders?"

"Tomorrow I'll go and take care of the property management of this faculty apartment building at Tsinghua University, as well as the faculty and staff canteen near the Physics Department."

Jiang Yan tapped a special-supply cigarette out of the cigarette box, and Xu Qinghe immediately came over and lit it.

"Professor Shen is a madman who doesn't value his life once he enters the lab."

"She has a bad stomach and irregular sleep patterns."

"From now on, when I'm not around, you should spare half your attention and keep a close eye on her daily life for me."

"But remember, do it subtly and quietly, so she doesn't feel like she's being watched."

"Understood, sir."

"I will upgrade Professor Shen's daily meals and security level under the guise of corporate sponsorship and property value-added services."

Xu Qinghe's answer was watertight.

Jiang Yan exhaled a puff of blue smoke, looking at the receding night view outside the window.

"Let's go back to Wanliu Academy."

The next morning, inside the duplex mansion of Wanliu Academy.

Sunlight streamed through the glass onto the large dining table.

Jiang Yan, dressed in a comfortable gray silk loungewear set, was slowly and methodically cutting the Wellington steak on his plate.

He picked up the cell phone on the table and dialed his mother, Lin Wantang's, private number, who was at the headquarters of Dingsheng Capital in Shanghai.

The phone was answered after two rings, and Lin Wantang's slightly tired but still gentle and capable voice came through the receiver.

"Son, why are you calling me so early? Have you had breakfast?"

Along with the sounds came the rustling of pages turning and the crisp sound of a ceramic coffee cup hitting the table.

Clearly, this queen of capital is now seated at her desk.

"I'm eating." Jiang Yan put down his knife and fork and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"Mom, I just wanted to call and let you know that my paper on solid-state batteries has passed the final review."

The sound of flipping through the pages on the other end of the phone didn't stop immediately.

Lin Wantang was not from the academic circle after all; her understanding of academic papers was still limited to the level of ordinary university professors applying for promotions.

Upon hearing that her son had published a paper, she instinctively switched to motherly praise mode.

"Published a paper? That's great!"

Jiang Yan sensed the casualness in his mother's tone. He chuckled softly, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and casually dropped three bombshells.

"Mom, first of all, this isn't just any top journal; this paper has been directly selected as the cover article for Nature Energy next month."

"Secondly, this paper skipped all the usual schedules. The acceptance letter was sent to me personally by the editor-in-chief, Richard, who said in the letter that this work will redefine the trajectory of global solid-state battery research over the next two decades."

"Third, from submission to unanimous approval, it only took those four top global reviewers four days."

Three pieces of information, each word like thunder.

"when--"

As the head of one of the top investment groups in the country, Lin Wantang may not understand complex physics formulas, but she has an almost instinctive sensitivity to "top academic value" and "capital acumen".

She has a think tank of over a hundred people working under her, and she knows all too well the value of a Nature Energy cover article!

Even the top 985 universities and Double First-Class universities in China, with full professor teams, have tens of millions of yuan in national research funding.

Even if you wait ten or twenty years, you might not be able to get your hands on a single ordinary sub-journal of this journal.

And now, her own son is a freshman in college.

Not only was it published, but it was also featured as the cover story.

The most terrifying thing is that it passed unanimously in four days! What does that mean?

This shows that the technology in the paper has reached a level that even international experts cannot find fault with, and may even frighten them.

Lin Wantang's breath hitched, and the motherly tenderness on her body vanished instantly, replaced by the ruthless and decisive chairman of Dingsheng Capital.

She instantly switched back to her extremely cold-blooded and rational businesswoman mindset, asking three questions in rapid succession:

"Jiang Yan! Tell me the truth. First, did you keep those shockingly accurate underlying test data a secret? Did you hand it all over?"

"Secondly, was the core nanomaterial synthesis formula revealed in the paper? Is there a risk that it could be cracked through reverse engineering?"

"Third, the first affiliated institution listed on the paper is Yanqiong Technology. Are you absolutely certain that the equity structure of this company is 100% clean?"

Every strike was swift and deadly, hitting the vital points.

Jiang Yan listened to the urgent questioning on the phone, but instead of getting nervous, he leaned back in his chair and let out a low chuckle.

He was waiting for his mother's business acumen.

"Mom, sit tight and listen to me."

Jiang Yan picked up the black coffee beside him, took a sip, and answered each question in a steady and confident manner:

"First, the data I handed over was all a downgraded version that I deliberately suppressed."

"Secondly, I only applied for peripheral protective patents for the process formula. The most crucial synthesis temperature and pressure windows are all locked in my mind and in the physical disconnected server of Yanqiong."

"Even a god couldn't solve it by reversing the process."

"Third, the registered capital of Yanqiong Technology is entirely from my personal account. Not a single penny of your Dingsheng's money has been touched. It is 100% sole proprietorship, and no one can interfere."

Lin Wantang gripped her phone tightly, recalling how Jiang Yan had calmly and composedly responded to the questioning from the entire family of elders in the study during the Lunar New Year.

"A controllable lead..." Lin Wantang murmured to herself, completely relieved, her tone revealing an indescribable pride and emotion.

"Son, you've truly ingrained those five words in your very bones."

"Sometimes I wonder, who taught you all these tricks?"

"The Jiang family has good genes, plus your influence," Jiang Yan said, offering a quick compliment.

Lin Wantang chuckled and scolded him in an annoyed tone, then her voice turned serious:

"Since the paper has already been accepted, the truth will eventually come out."

"Once it's published, within 48 hours, global financial giants will pounce on it like sharks smelling blood."

"What are your next steps?"

"So I'm calling you now to issue the ignition command for mass production."

Jiang Yan abandoned his languid demeanor, his gaze sharpening like a knife.

"Mom, didn't you buy out those three nearly bankrupt battery factories in Hebei Province for me before the Lunar New Year? Pass the word down and start recruiting and resuming production immediately."

"All existing skilled workers will be retained with high salaries! Regardless of their previous wages, they will now receive a 50% increase! Double year-end bonuses! Insurance and housing fund contributions will be made at the highest possible rate!"

"For key technicians in core positions, as long as their backgrounds are verified to be clean and they have signed a lifetime confidentiality agreement, each person will receive an additional 200,000 yuan settlement allowance! I want these workers to be completely devoted to my production line!"

Hearing her son's extravagant spending on recruitment, Lin Wantang didn't feel it was wasteful at all; instead, she secretly admired his shrewd methods.

A generous reward will surely attract brave men; this is about using money to build an absolute moat of loyalty.

"Do you have enough funds?" Lin Wantang asked.

"I had enough money in my account to burn through in the early stages."

"In addition, after a while, the batch of precision pilot equipment that was purchased through my grandfather's channels in Hong Kong will also be cleared through customs by sea and arrive at the port soon."

"Therefore, I also need you to entrust Dingsheng's HR team to immediately recruit two hundred senior technicians with experience in operating lithium battery pilot production lines."

"Name any conditions you want, but I have one requirement: the production line must be operational the same day the equipment arrives in port and clears customs. We absolutely cannot let the equipment wait for the workers!"

We are simultaneously focusing on both recruitment and employee retention, as well as the countdown to equipment procurement!

What terrifying execution and courage!

"Okay, I'll make the arrangements right away."

"I'll have Zhang Huilin personally oversee the management of those three battery factories to ensure they absolutely obey your orders," Lin Wantang readily agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Wantang sat in the chairman's office at the Shanghai headquarters, looking out at the Huangpu River, and suddenly couldn't help but chuckle softly.

She recalled the rumors circulating in the industry when she used Dingsheng Capital's clandestine channels to acquire the three bankrupt battery factories in full just before the Spring Festival.

Several competitors are mocking Dingsheng Capital behind its back, saying it's foolish and has too much money.

She actually went and took over those outdated and worthless assets. Some financial media even subtly mocked Lin Wantang, asking if she was going through menopause and had lost her investment acumen.

"Trash assets..." Lin Wantang picked up her now-cold coffee, took a small sip, and her eyes flashed with a queenly disdain and sarcasm.

"Those fools who are waiting to see us fail have no idea that what they see as a junkyard contains a nuclear bomb capable of devastating an entire era."

Lin Wantang casually poured the now-cold coffee into the potted green plant next to her.

"I'll wait and see. When the tables turn, you guys will be slapped in the face."