2003: The Opening Sniper Against the Financial Tycoon

Qin Hanyang took off from San Francisco Airport and landed at Yanjing Airport, which took 15 hours.

The headquarters of Delong Group is now located in Yanjing.

About ten minutes later.

After getting off the plane, Qin Hanyang and his two companions were taken here by the staff who picked them up.

Tang Wanxin was resting with his eyes closed on a seat in the waiting room, surrounded by several bodyguards wearing sunglasses. He quickly got up after hearing the noise.

Tang Lin walked at the front and called out softly to him, "Fourth Uncle."

"Um."

Tang Wanxin nodded, then glanced at Qin Hanyang and Wang Pengfei behind her, and quickly stepped forward respectfully, saying:

"Master Wang, Master Qin, your journey to America has been arduous. Thank you both for your hard work."

Upon seeing this, Tang Lin was greatly shocked.

Only when he saw them in person did he realize the extraordinary status these two held in the hearts of the head of their family.

Wang Pengfei was utterly shocked when he saw Tang Wanxin's appearance.

He and the latter had only been apart for half a month. He was probably busy with his mother's funeral. At this moment, Tang Wanxin looked extremely haggard, with half of his hair turned white, and he looked more than ten years older!

"Please accept my deepest condolences and take care of yourself."

"Thank you for your concern, Master Wang."

At this point, Tang Wanxin remembered Wang Pengfei's reminder and bowed deeply to him again.

"You're too kind, Master Tang."

Wang Pengfei reacted quickly and helped him up.

Tang Wanxin looked at Wang Pengfei gratefully again and said:

"I've arranged for media interviews at the airport. I won't force you two to appear since it's inconvenient for you to do so. I'll have Tang Lin take you back to your hotel to rest later, and I'll host a welcome dinner for you tonight."

"Please do as you wish, Master Tang. We two will wait here."

Done.

Tang Wanxin, accompanied by his entourage, arrived at an empty room that had been prepared in advance.

A large group of media outlets had been waiting for this moment.

He took out the written script, checked it, and even did a rough rehearsal before turning on the camera.

"Mr. Tang, I've heard that the Delong Group has made investments overseas. Is this investment related to the aerospace sector?"

"That's right. my country's aerospace industry has always been weak in the international arena. In order to support the development of my country's aerospace technology, we have reached a cooperation agreement with SpaceX to make up for this shortcoming."

Next month, we will be sharing technology.

We plan to build a satellite rocket launch site within three months.

The project is scheduled to be completed before the beginning of next spring and will conduct its first test flight.

"We'll launch our first commercial satellite by the end of next year!"

"..."

The media were all invited, and they were all quite influential, probably because they wanted to be featured in the local newspapers. The questions were all pre-designed to match Tang Wanxin's answers.

After listening to this, Wang Pengfei muttered to himself:

"This Tang Wanxin is exaggerating way too much. There aren't even any rocket plans yet, and he's going to test fly next year?"

"Heh, you spent half a million dollars to set off the cannon, you should at least hear a bang, right?"

Qin Hanyang smiled faintly, a reference to the movie "The God of Cookery" flashing through his mind: "President Tang is the god of hype in this era!"

"The key question is, do people really believe such things?" Wang Pengfei wondered.

"There are plenty of people who believe it."

Qin Hanyang smiled and explained, "Often, for these financial tycoons, the hype they exaggerate is more important than the process or even the result."

Upon hearing this, Wang Pengfei was taken aback and said:

"So all this trip to America, including all that long round-trip air travel, was just to throw a banquet for those foreign devils?"

Qin Hanyang shrugged and said helplessly, "More or less."

Wang Pengfei then asked, "Huh? So all the collaborations you discussed with Musk were just a lie? Are we really going to stand them up later?"

"I don't know about that."

Qin Hanyang looked at Tang Wanxin, who was surrounded by cameras, and smiled. "Whether or not we get paid in the end depends on Mr. Tang's mood."

"That's probably unlikely. $5000 million is equivalent to 4 million RMB. There are so many better things to do with that kind of money!"

Wang Pengfei has learned a lot in the past few days and knows just how outrageous Musk's projects are.

Tang Wanxin was throwing money into it, which he considered no less than throwing money into the ocean.

"It's hard to say."

Qin Hanyang shook his head. "Let's see if the new scam I arranged for President Tang can win the trust of the shareholders and recoup some of the losses."

He knew Tang Wanxin's tricks all too well.

The Delong Group made its money by taking "crooked paths".

Since the referees started to intervene and make macro-level adjustments, gradually correcting some fouls, Deron Williams has been on a downward spiral.

Since last year, the latter has chosen a risky and aggressive expansion path.

The main selling point is an amazing gimmick!

Examples include "a rural supermarket group worth 100 billion yuan", "a heavy-duty truck group worth 100 billion yuan", "a livestock industry integration worth 55 billion yuan", and "a tourism industry group worth 60 billion yuan".

There are just too many of them; any one of them alone would be worth far more than SpaceX's market value!

Even their ideas are very advanced, but they are just too difficult to put into practice.

This is also why Qin Hanyang said that Tang Wanxin is a private entrepreneur who has a stronger ability to generate hype than Musk.

It was precisely this tactic that made Tang Wanxin so successful in the stock market.

They harvested wave after wave of韭菜 (a metaphor for easily exploited people).

Perhaps due to the increasing number of negative rumors about the Delong Group, starting this year, investors seem less willing to buy into it!

This feeling is like developing a resistance to Viagra that you've relied on for a long time.

It's not working anymore!

Tang Wanxin was naturally anxious, but Qin Hanyang's actions in Silicon Valley provided him with a new gimmick.

—When the East is dark, the West will shine!

Therefore, Tang Wanxin began preparing for the press conference immediately after learning about the Silicon Valley incident.

Qin Hanyang and Wang Pengfei waited for about half an hour.

The reporters only finished after receiving their travel expenses.

Tang Wanxin arranged a welcome dinner at the same hotel, and the group traveled together in the same car.

After arriving at the hotel.

Wang Pengfei wandered around Qin Hanyang's room for a while, then looked out the window and suddenly sighed.

Qin Hanyang noticed that he seemed preoccupied, so he asked with a smile, "What's wrong, Uncle?"

"Sigh, this trip to the United States was like a dream, and $50 disappeared in the blink of an eye."

Wang Pengfei looked regretful and said, "With so much money, you could have easily given me a little bit from the cracks in the wall. It would have been enough to renovate the house back home. It's a pity you've spent it all."

"Haha, so that's what you're worried about?"

Qin Hanyang patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Don't worry, I guarantee you the cost of the renovation, and I'll even cover the cost of the appliances and furniture."

Initially, Qin Hanyang's plan was simply to get an order from Musk.

Just like Tang Wanxin in the past, who bought a decommissioned aircraft carrier from the Russians and built a theme park or something similar.

That way, they can both satisfy the original intention of hype and also pocket some money from it.

But then I thought about it again.

Not only is the hype not explosive enough, but it's also...

Even from the perspective of making money, it is somewhat illegitimate and unjustifiable.

Moreover, Qin Hanyang was afraid that if Tang Wanxin got into trouble in the future, it would implicate him, so he abandoned his previous plan.

Wang Pengfei, understanding the implication in Qin Hanyang's words, asked:

"So where are we going to get the money next? Are we going to try and get it from Tang Wanxin again?"

He hadn't had a chance to answer yet.

There was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Qin, the banquet has already begun, and President Tang is waiting for you both."

Qin Hanyang smiled slightly and pointed outside the door.

"Otherwise what?"

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