CHAPTER 1840: CHAPTER 1665: 90 PERCENT

In this way.

Sky Eye’s staff need to expand again.

Last time.

They set up branches in over a hundred countries worldwide, directly pushing Sky Eye’s employees over ten thousand. With this business now, Tang Qing estimated an increase of about 30%, breaking through twenty thousand.

Not too much.

On the contrary.

It’s a bit tight.

The main consideration is quality over quantity, using one person for two roles; otherwise, it would be more. After all, for a company based on business consultation, in the era of information explosion, just collecting data is quite troublesome.

Collecting.

Sorting.

Analyzing.

Every day.

Just for doing this, Sky Eye has about two thousand three hundred people, serving global clients. It’s not an easy task; they need the latest information and face endless tasks daily.

...

Eight thirty.

Study room.

"Is there any way?"

"There is."

"What’s the probability?"

"Ninety percent."

Chai Ren sat opposite Tang Qing at the table.

Similarly.

In front of Chai Ren, far away in Beijing, was also a holographic projection of Tang Qing. After learning about the Myanmar Asia Chamber of Commerce from his father, Chai Ren pondered and thought it was an opportunity for himself too.

No matter how small, it’s still meat.

"What do I need to do?"

"Wait."

"Okay."

Chai Ren nodded.

This time, he wanted to gain the status of a regular member of the Myanmar Asia Chamber of Commerce. As for the lowest member level, he felt it was too low, the treatment poor, and even a level lower than Liu Qian in the Chamber of Commerce.

Hard to accept.

At the beginning.

Taking advantage of coming to Myanmar early, Liu Qian mingled into the Myanmar Asia Chamber of Commerce. Chai Ren didn’t pay much attention to the Myanmar market at the time and, in the Myanmar Economic Zone, heavy industry was in the hands of the Myanmar Bank Group.

Unable to intervene.

Later.

Ling came to power.

The market unified.

Only then did he have the opportunity to invest in the metallurgy industry outside the Myanmar Economic Zone. Originally, according to his estimation, by the end of this year at the latest, with his investment starting to yield, the Myanmar Asia Chamber of Commerce would invite him.

However.

He hadn’t received this invitation yet.

The Chamber of Commerce pulled this move.

Involving up to two billion in interest-free loans and hidden interests, Chai Ren couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious. As for membership, he could certainly get one this time, but being a regular member was uncertain.

So.

He approached Tang Qing, wanting him to ask Tang Kai.

Unexpectedly.

After listening, Tang Qing said it’s not a big problem, so Chai Ren didn’t think much. Tang Kai is a core member, talking with Tang Qing about some Chamber of Commerce matters is not surprising, even confidential ones, Tang Kai might not hide from Tang Qing.

Ninety percent.

It was as certain as if nailed down, giving Chai Ren a peace of mind.

In fact.

It wasn’t that Tang Qing was talking nonsense. Without accidents, there indeed was a plan to invite Chai Ren in the second half of the year, but before implementation, a system upgrade occurred, requiring him to take substantial steps forward.

"Still, your second uncle is lucky."

Saying this.

Chai Ren couldn’t help but feel emotional.

Two hundred billion.

Gosh.

If not counting Comet Group’s stock value, his net worth wasn’t this much, yet this was other people’s ’basic welfare benefits.’ If announced, it would envy countless entrepreneurs.

"Lucky?"

Tang Qing smiled inwardly.

Indeed.

The second uncle is quite lucky to have a nephew like him.

Glancing at the time.

"Time’s almost up."

"Let’s connect."

"Alright."

Today.

There was still a meeting to attend. In an instant, the holographic projection disappeared, and without Tang Qing needing to operate, the entire study darkened as a huge TV wall in front of the desk displayed faces.

Most were Africans.

Indeed.

It somewhat felt like a villain meeting.

Tang Qing waved and smiled.

"Hello there."

"Hello, my friend."

"Come visit when you have time."

"Director Chai too, should’ve stayed a bit longer last time."

"..."

Before the official meeting.

Everyone exchanged pleasantries; these were shareholders of Congo Gold United Power Grid Co. A quarterly Board of Directors Meeting was scheduled for this still bustling hour.

Minutes later.

The chairman spoke.

"The meeting is about to start."

Upon hearing.

The scene quieted as they looked at the chairman, the initiator of Congo Gold United Power Grid Co., known to be a spokesperson of the Black Prison. They were used to Black Prison by now.

A frightening name.

But it advocates order and win-win.

This concept.

Suits their taste well.

"Ahem."

President Koff Dale voiced.

"In 2008, the second quarter Board of Directors Meeting officially begins. The first item, company financial report, in the second quarter, our company achieved approximately 85.3 million USD in revenue."

"..."

Listening.

No change in expressions.

Eighty-five million USD in revenue.

Not much.

Truly not much.

What truly is high?

"... By the end of the second quarter, the company’s total liabilities reached 6.7 billion USD."

This is truly high.

Eighty-five million USD revenue, how much profit? Less than half, meaning the company will be loss-making in the long run. For at least ten years, they won’t receive a single dividend.

They can only watch the property value rise.

However.

No one in attendance was anxious; they had such expectations when investing and could accept it. Although the power grid company doesn’t earn them money, other commercial activities it brings are quite profitable.

With electricity.

There are more businesses to do locally.

Unlike before.

Even electric razors were hard to sell due to lack of charging points.

"In the second half of the year, provincial high voltage transmission networks will be gradually put into use. By the fourth quarter, our revenue is expected to exceed 100 million USD, achieving the annual target of 400 million USD."

"..."

The study room.

While listening to the report.

Tang Qing’s thoughts drifted away.

Four hundred million revenue.

More than a hundred million profit.

Really little.

This is integrating the nationwide electricity resources of Congo Gold, merely collecting such electricity fees, tens of billions of RMB in three months, thus the company’s financial statement is almost unsightly now.

Too poor.

To turn the tide.

It’ll take a few more years.

Currently.

Although power supply to major cities is resolved, it only covers about twenty million people, meaning over forty million people in Congo Gold lack electricity, and the former barely satisfies residential electricity needs.

In a few years.

Large-scale hydro and thermal power projects will successively operate and connect to the grid.

Power grid coverage will extend further.

Then, profits will clearly rise; in large numbers, two or three billion USD a year isn’t exaggerated, but the power grid is a heavy-asset investment, earning more means spending more too.

By then.

The company’s debt will expand to at least over ten billion USD.

However.

It doesn’t concern Tang Qing much.

Money.

Earn what should be earned.

In the power grid, the most consumed transmission towers almost entirely use Wan Qing Mining’s steel, and this money isn’t owed; the United Power Grid Company will pay on time, using Congolese franc loans.

For transmission projects.

Various tribes now also have small engineering companies; they can’t handle power plants, but pulling wires and setting poles is bearable.

Cement.

Wan Qing Mining can produce part of it.

Electric cables and wires.

Huaxia enterprises that Chai Ren contacted took most of it.

Thus.

Whether this company earns or not is unimportant, its upstream and downstream enterprises have already made money in various ways; as for this company’s debt, earn slowly to repay.

A country’s power enterprise.

Can support many people.