2003: The Opening Sniper Against the Financial Tycoon

"Go to America? Should I go too?"

Wang Pengfei got excited instantly.

This place was like paradise a few years ago, and many people abandoned their families to go there!

Now even he has the chance to go and have a look?

Qin Hanyang laughed and said, "Anyway, Tang Wanxin is getting our passports, so why not go?"

"That's right. We unemployed people should also try eating, drinking, and traveling on public funds."

Wang Pengfei was also delighted, but then a little worried, "By the way, how much does a rocket cost? Can we buy one for four million?"

Not only him, but in the eyes of ordinary people, any business involving aviation requires funds in the hundreds of millions.

Wang Pengfei still doesn't know how Qin Hanyang dared to make such a guarantee.

"Strictly speaking, four million is indeed not even enough to cover the manufacturing cost of a single rocket."

Qin Hanyang shook his head. "But what Tang Wanxin needs isn't a rocket; he needs a 'gimmick,' which is why he's willing to spend money to have me do it."

"So that's how it is... it's just a case of bluffing!"

After Qin Hanyang's explanation, he immediately understood.

Meanwhile, Tang Wanxin also acted quickly.

Not long after he returned to Chengdu, he sent one of his men to meet with the two of them.

The person who came over was even a short-haired girl.

He looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, young yet composed, and even exuded a sense of competence in his business attire.

"Mr. Wang, Mr. Qin, my name is Tang Lin. I am the assistant that Mr. Tang arranged to assist you. I will handle the company registration and passport processing for you."

Qin Hanyang was somewhat surprised and asked curiously, "Oh? You're also surnamed Tang? What's your relationship with Tang Wanxin?"

"Mr. Tang is an elder in my family."

Tang Lin responded with a smile, making no attempt to hide it.

"OK."

Qin Hanyang nodded and handed over some personal information materials that he had prepared in advance to Tang Lin.

After Tang Lin collected all the items and checked them one by one, she asked, "Have you two decided on a name for the company?"

Qin Hanyang pondered for a few seconds and said, "Mars was also called Yinghuo in ancient my country, but these two words are a bit cumbersome and obscure, so let's take a similar homonym and call it Galaxy Technology."

"Galaxy Technology... Okay, I've got it."

Tang Lin then carefully wrote it down in a small notebook.

Then, he took out a bank card from his pocket and said, "As per Mr. Tang's instructions, there is a total of 50 yuan in cash here for your use. The password is 123456. The 50 US dollars will be transferred to another corporate account after the company is established, as it will take time to exchange foreign currency. I will take care of it for you then."

"OK."

Upon hearing this, Qin Hanyang and Wang Pengfei exchanged a glance.

It seems that this 50 yuan was a "reward" that Tang Wanxin forced upon them.

Wang Pengfei laughed and said, "President Tang is really too kind."

Upon hearing this, Tang Lin looked up at him but didn't say anything more.

To be honest, she still doesn't understand what kind of cooperation these two people had with Tang Wanxin that would lead them to send her to this godforsaken rural area to provide door-to-door service.

At this critical juncture, it's normal for some strange and unsavory characters to emerge.

This Galaxy Technology looks like a shell company no matter how you look at it.

The Tang family is now in dire straits, and it is Tang Wanxin who is struggling to keep the family afloat, so he will not question any of the latter's decisions.

However, some necessary precautions are still needed, and we must keep a close eye on things.

Tang Lin said, "The passports should be processed within a week, and I will accompany you both then."

Qin Hanyang nodded: "Okay, thank you for your trouble, Miss Tang."

"You're welcome, Mr. Qin."

Tang Lin had already obtained Qin Hanyang's identity information and knew that the boy had just turned eighteen.

Judging from his words and responses, the middle-aged man next to him seemed to listen to him in everything.

However, out of professional ethics, Tang Lin did not ask any further questions.

"Then I'll be leaving first."

Tang Lin didn't want to stay in this rural place for even a second longer.

Especially when she walked to the village entrance, there was a fool there who was grinning at her like an idiot.

Thinking of some rumors about "tricking someone into becoming a wife in the countryside," I felt a chill run down my spine, so I quickened my pace and urged the driver to return to Chengdu.

Tang Lin's car had only been gone for two minutes when another gray Passat pulled up there.

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man got out of the driver's seat.

This person was no stranger; he was Manager Luo from Rongcheng Commercial Bank.

He then took out a case of Moutai from the trunk, along with several cartons of Zhonghua cigarettes.

Manager Luo, who was not used to physical exercise, was clearly struggling to carry these things, and was panting after only a few steps.

"Hehehe~"

Hearing that familiar laughter, Manager Luo quickly looked up and saw that the simpleton, Bova, was sitting on a rock, smiling at him. So he quickly waved:

"It's you! Come quick, help me!"

"Hehehe~"

"I'll give you the money!"

Manager Luo took out his wallet, pulled out a hundred-yuan bill, and waved it.

Although Bova is a sugar baby, she recognizes RMB and knows that it can be used to buy things!

He immediately accepted the case of Moutai, appearing extremely relaxed.

Manager Luo carried a bag of cigarettes, and the two of them went to Wang Pengfei's house together.

Wang Pengfei and Qin Hanyang were quite surprised.

They no longer needed to stay in their hometown and were preparing to pack their things to return to Chengdu. No one expected that Manager Luo would show up at this time.

Wang Pengfei asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Excuse me, Master Wang! It's me, Xiao Luo. I offended you yesterday, and I've come here today to apologize."

As he spoke, Manager Luo placed the gifts on the table without asking.

In addition, there was a thick red envelope.

Although the amount is unknown, judging from its thickness, it is probably no less than five thousand yuan.

"Please accept this small gift."

"What's up?"

Wang Pengfei knew that he and Qin Hanyang both understood that one should not trouble two masters for one matter. Tang Lin had just left, so this person could not possibly have been sent by Tang Wanxin.

"Um... Master Wang, to be honest, I have a favor to ask of you."

Wang Pengfei glanced at him and smiled slightly: "It's about your career prospects, isn't it?"

"Truly a master! I have offended you greatly before!"

Manager Luo was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly upon hearing this, his tone becoming much more devout than a moment before.

As the local staff who received and accompanied Tang Wanxin, he was all too aware of the latter's movements.

Especially after discovering that the latter had come alone, he immediately started transferring money to Wang Pengfei, which made him suspect that this "Taoist Master Wang" really had something on him.

After all, even President Tang believed it. Is he smarter than President Tang?

Thinking back on his rude behavior yesterday, he felt a little scared, so he quickly came over to apologize and also wanted to broaden his horizons again.

Wang Pengfei had already figured out his psychology and was confident in his judgment:

"Give me your name and date of birth, and I'll calculate your fortune."

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