CHAPTER 1870: CHAPTER 1695: A CENTURY OF PROSPERITY

Afternoon.

Market closing.

Two hundred and forty billion RMB.

This is the first-day market value of Jinghua Real Estate. Chai Ren and Zheng Lin are relatively calm because they both hold stocks in Comet Group, whose market value is more than twice that of Jinghua Real Estate.

However.

Bao Kaiyu and Zhai Zhihua are different.

Excited.

Thrilled.

Their net worth increased by tens of billions; it’s hard to remain calm.

Bao Family.

The whole family gathers.

"Kaiyu has promising prospects." The third uncle praises. Among the second generation, many rely on their elders to make money outside, but few succeed in legitimate business, as many are just playing the capital game.

Few do things diligently.

This time.

Bao Kaiyu found the right partner, leading to his current fortune.

"Hehe."

Bao Kaiyu smiles dazedly.

"Thanks to the shareholders’ support, at first, we actually planned to do regular real estate, but Tang Qing believes making money off ordinary people isn’t sophisticated or classy. If we’re doing it, do it with truly good products."

Regarding Tang Qing.

He admires him greatly.

Vision.

Knowledge.

Ability.

Simply a perfect person.

"This young man truly has the talent to govern." The Bao Family elder nods continuously. Tang Qing’s rise is nearly transparent, meticulously planned, and every step overturns an industry.

"Indeed."

"Really, how does one grow such a brain?"

"Too smart."

"Key thing is, he’s handsome."

Bao Kaiyu’s sister’s eyes sparkle.

That face.

It’s highly destructive to women.

"Airhead." Bao Kaiyu says.

His sister pouts.

"So what if I’m starstruck? I heard Tang Qing’s girlfriend’s family background is ordinary. Many women in the circle are interested, feeling she’s not good enough for Tang Qing. Do you think they’ll end up together?"

"They will."

Bao Kaiyu confidently says.

"Why?"

"Because you don’t understand Tang Qing. For him, those external things are just fun. He’s never used money as the standard for considering issues; what he seeks is in the present."

"Don’t understand."

"Don’t view Tang Qing with ordinary eyes. Talented, virtuous, measured. His journey proves these qualities again and again. Someone who achieves such great things must have an incredibly resilient mind."

"Once decided, he’ll see it through to the end."

"Now, the Tang Family is self-sufficient, not needing to marry into any family, as he’s no ordinary person needing a marriage alliance for protection or to acquire more money."

"When wealth reaches his level, there’s an apt phrase to describe it: ’Don’t care if the other party is wealthy, as they can’t be wealthier than me. Don’t care if the other party has power, as my big momentum already exists.’

This statement.

Isn’t from Bao Kaiyu, but the Bao family elder.

Tang Family.

Even though it lacks power.

Its influence continues growing; the Chai Family, Zheng Family, Zhai Family, and also their Bao Family are all connected to Tang Qing. Also, the Cui Family, Pan Family, and it’s heard they have a good relationship with the Pei Family too.

Unless the nation intervenes.

Otherwise.

No one can topple this giant tree anymore.

Marriage alliance?

Equal status?

Completely unnecessary, because only the nation can topple the Tang Family, and marrying into any family can’t provide the capability to challenge the nation. Hence, why bother with a marriage?

It would just breed suspicion.

"The Tang Family can have a century of prosperity!"

...

Beijing.

Villa.

Days pass by.

Tang Qing sits outside the yard daily, either reading books or writing, painting. Messages about the Olympic Games are constantly coming in; Huaxia’s gold medals steadily increase, but Myanmar’s athletes consistently fail.

One hundred twenty-three people.

Seventeen events.

Already failed fifteen. Not to mention gold, silver medals are out of the question, even a bronze medal is absent. It’s understandable, competing globally for the top three is indeed not easy.

Alright.

Participating is what matters.

After all, it’s not Huaxia people failing.

For this.

Myanmar’s media keeps making excuses.

"Adaptation issues."

"Opponents too strong."

"Competition venues unsuitable."

"..."

Regarding this.

The Myanmar people also accept it, since it was always like this. This is called ’stable performance,’ historically never winning a bronze medal, no reason to demand a medal this time either.

However.

Until the last day, after the last match ends.

Gold.

Silver.

Bronze.

Not only Myanmar.

Even Huaxia felt sympathetic. Came bustling, left bustling, like a formality, not taking any medals. It would be nice if there were consolation prizes, but sadly the Olympics doesn’t have them.

"Pitiful."

"As I predicted, coming empty-handed and leaving empty-handed."

"Stable performance indeed."

"Huaxia one-day tour, hope they recover."

"..."

The 24th.

The closing ceremony of the 29th Olympic Games.

At the scene.

Myanmar’s team leader looks very unhappy. With such results returning home, there will be no flowers or applause, only rotten eggs. More than a hundred people, yet not a single award won.

Too embarrassing.

Reputation.

Face.

All shed tears at the venue.

...

The next day.

"Heading home!"

Qin Shiqi shouts. After half a month in Beijing, besides the Olympics, they’ve visited all the major and minor attractions, having no more desired sights, feeling Qingyan City is still better, with fewer people.

Prosperous.

Splendid scenes.

The hometown has them too.

Airport.

Chai Ren, Zheng Lin, and some Beijing friends see them off.

"Goodbye."

"Come again when you have time."

"Alright."

"..."

After farewells, Tang Qing and others boarded the airplane. Today the airport is extremely busy, with athletes from various countries leaving. Tens of thousands of people, adding tourists, it’s an enormous figure.

Two hours later.

Qingyan City.

Upon exiting.

"Welcome new students of Yantang University!"

A large banner stands outside, not just one.

"So soon?"

Qin Shiqi is surprised.

Isn’t it still a few days before school starts?

"Some come early to get familiar with the environment." Tang Qing explains. With school starting soon, the new student reception work began yesterday, with reception stations at airports, train stations, and coach stations.

As for reception staff.

All replaced by the enrollment office.

The next year.

It will be the seniors’ turn. Today’s weather is nice; looking around, there are several girls dressed coolly under the sunshade, with a large suitcase beside them, drinking a cold drink handed over by the enrollment office.

Youth.

Vigor.

With innocence written on their faces.

Two months ago.

They were all still high school students; a boy chats with them, full of enthusiasm, brimming with hormones. Their lives are entering a mid-phase, leaving memories imperishable.

"Can you report early?"

"Yes."

"Then I’ll go on the last day." Qin Shiqi decides. She’s already toured Yantang University, knows where the dormitory is, and doesn’t need to register and pay; just showing up is enough.

"Okay."

Qin Shiqi faces the start of school.

Tang Qing too.

He has to leave in a few days, and Lin Jiaxue’s internship will end today as well. After watching the opening ceremony, she stayed for two days before flying back for her internship, because she believes in seeing things through.