2003: The Opening Sniper Against the Financial Tycoon

"Morgan, Mitsubishi, finance, industry..."

These words are like a bowl of revival soup.

They pulled Tang Wanxin from the road to the underworld back to the human world in an instant.

To him, Wang Pengfei was a "god" with real skills.

The boy in front of him, though called his junior brother, was more like a real "person".

At least, he could understand what the young Taoist priest was saying.

Even the fact that the Delong Group at its peak rivaled foreign conglomerates was something Tang Wanxin personally orchestrated.

He just didn't seize the opportunity and it was cut short.

"Young Taoist priest, have you studied me?"

"Master Tang, didn't I say that my junior brother is different from an old-fashioned person like me who only knows how to cultivate in seclusion? He knows about ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign. As for business matters, my junior brother is more skilled at them."

With Wang Pengfei, dressed in a Taoist robe, endorsing him, Tang Wanxin dared not underestimate him.

"Please enlighten me, young Taoist priest."

"Master Tang, although you are facing a life-or-death situation, it is not entirely without a chance to turn things around."

Qin Hanyang found a stool and sat down.

Wang Pengfei's words and actions just now were very serious and rigid, while he appeared much more relaxed.

The two of them seemed to be putting on a show together.

Tang Wanxin, upon hearing the possibility of a "turnaround," could not hide his excitement.

"Then may I ask, young Taoist priest, what should I do in this situation?"

Qin Hanyang shook his head, not explaining directly, but changing the subject.

"You've recently been trying to gain control of local commercial banks for two reasons: first, to inject capital into your own operations and obtain funds; and second, to speculate on your stakes in financial institutions to stimulate and support your Delong Group's stock. Am I right?"

"The young Taoist priest is absolutely right."

Tang Wanxin's eyes widened, his expression revealing his astonishment.

"If you can successfully complete the path of controlling the bank, then Tang Yuanzhu might actually be able to form a conglomerate model that closely integrates industrial investment and finance, and extricate himself from the current quagmire."

Qin Hanyang shook his head and smiled slightly, saying, "But the obstacles on this path are too great. Our country's national conditions do not allow for the birth of conglomerates, so... you cannot succeed."

Upon hearing this, Tang Wanxin gave a wry smile.

"Young Taoist priest, you don't understand. I'm surrounded by enemies on all sides. Even if it's a wall, I can only try to break it down."

"You're wrong, Master Tang, you've chosen the wrong path."

Qin Hanyang shook his head at him with a regretful look and said, "Or rather... you've forgotten the way you came from."

Tang Wanxin asked, "Young Taoist priest, what is the meaning of this statement?"

Qin Hanyang continued slowly, "You made your fortune through subscription certificates, didn't you?"

"Yes, at that time I paid 5000 people to go to Shenzhen to queue up for the lottery for the purchase. Each person paid 50 yuan a day, and they queued for three days at a time, which allowed me to earn my first pot of gold."

Tang Wanxin nodded, quite proud as he talked about the glorious achievements of the subscription certificates.

Because he is the biggest private winner in the entire subscription certificate policy!

"But I'm sorry, Master Tang, actually, in my opinion, your most glorious moment was when you bought a decommissioned aircraft carrier from the Russians for $1000 million, right?"

"good."

Tang Wanxin nodded; this was a major publicity stunt he had orchestrated in the early stages.

He even built the world's first aircraft carrier-themed park in Shenzhen as a result.

His own Delong Group was thus dubbed an "aircraft carrier" in the Chinese stock market, and the money was well spent.

"Are you proud?"

Qin Hanyang delivered a blow to his head, demanding, "Why haven't you continued to hype these concepts all these years?"

"I've been cooking it all along..."

Tang Wanxin sounded like a student being questioned by a teacher, his tone somewhat...

Qin Hanyang shook his head: "No... you also engaged in hype later on, but your methods were extremely low-level. Whether it was integrating tourism groups, agricultural supply supermarkets, or even establishing heavy-duty truck companies, these projects often resulted in more effort than reward, a thankless task. Am I right?"

"That's right."

Tang Wanxin was sweating profusely.

He felt like his underwear had been pulled down.

How could this young Taoist priest in front of him understand him better than he does himself?

He knows the pitfalls he himself has fallen into like the back of his hand!

Seeing this, Qin Hanyang sighed with regret, "Too small, too small."

Tang Wanxin asked, puzzled, "What's smaller?"

"If your perspective narrows and your vision shrinks, you'll grow old."

Upon hearing this, Tang Wanxin gave an awkward smile, unsure of what to say.

Qin Hanyang explained, "Because you were once a trendsetter, a key player in the 'subscription certificate' craze, but you were fixated on traditional industries and missed the internet wave. You know, the returns from speculating on concepts on the internet can be thousands of times higher. Can traditional industries offer such high returns?"

"That makes sense..."

"If I'm not mistaken, the richest person in China this year should be Ding Lei of NetEase."

Qin Hanyang imitated Wang Pengfei's finger-counting gestures, making a few exaggerated movements.

"Is that Xiao Ding who makes email and games? I heard he was almost selling his company before," Tang Wanxin said, indicating that he also knew him.

"Did you see him sell it?"

Qin Hanyang laughed, "Just like you said you've always wanted to go home and be a hunter, haven't you always been unable to let go of these things? As for selling the company, do you want to see how much he's worth now? From this year until March to the end of June, his company's stock price has already doubled!"

"The internet... it really is a quick way to make money."

Tang Wanxin scratched his head, feeling genuinely annoyed.

He can no longer have a place in the lucrative online world; he can only watch with envy.

Perhaps, as Qin Hanyang said, he is getting old and doesn't care about new things, but has an almost stubborn attachment to traditional industries and old things.

Sometimes, stubbornness is another way of saying stupidity.

Thinking of this, Tang Wanxin said with annoyance, "Sigh, there was a guy surnamed Ma who came to talk to me about cooperation before, and now he seems to be doing very well."

"Anyone in China with the surname Ma is a bad person."

Qin Hanyang made a sarcastic remark, then said with a smile, "But it's alright, Master Tang, you're not without a chance."

He paused here.

Tang Wanxin knew that the young Taoist priest had finally gotten to teaching real skills after all that talk, so he immediately opened the briefcase and showed it to Wang Pengfei and Qin Hanyang:

"I humbly request your guidance, sirs! I will offer you generous rewards once this is accomplished!"

"You underestimate us again, Master Tang. Wealth is just an external thing, and we don't value it. Please take it back, Master Tang."

Qin Hanyang closed the lid with a displeased expression and pushed it back to him.

Then, Qin Hanyang opened the previously closed gate and pointed westward:

"Recently, there is a young man named Ma abroad who is currently working on a plan to send a manned rocket to Mars. If Tang Yuanzhu can seize this opportunity, the aircraft carrier may have a chance to take off with the rocket."

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