CHAPTER 1940: CHAPTER 1765: EVERY SPARK MUST BE EXTINGUISHED

"Insightful."

"Arrogant, not caring about the survival of our small and medium enterprises."

"Exactly."

"Can you listen to reason? Tang Qing means that if you have these problems, hurry and solve them; otherwise, don’t blame others for not warning you when you fail. With this level of IQ, how can you run a business?"

"Uh! Is that how it’s supposed to be understood?"

"Of course."

"Oh, I see!"

"Learned something new."

"But, why does it sound so harsh?"

"Truth is often harsh."

"That’s right."

"Big figures have a different way of expressing themselves! Learned something!" Although it’s like being a student who made a mistake, getting hit on the palm by a teacher, and then hearing ’it’s for your own good,’ it somehow feels off.

But it seems quite reasonable!

"..."

A single statement stirs up a storm.

Support.

Opposition.

Muddling through.

All three are present.

At first glance.

It feels like kicking someone when they’re down, but after wise netizens pointed it out and considered carefully, it seems sensible. In this world, there is no success without reason, nor failure without reason.

Everything has cause and effect.

Success.

Failure.

Both have their paths.

However.

Netizens will never know that there exists surveillance across the internet, and any words detrimental to Tang Qing will be quickly countered with overwhelming opposition.

Public relation?

No need.

The fire hasn’t even started.

It’s ruthlessly extinguished. It’s not just Tang Qing who is ’protected’; the Tang Family members and even his companies are, but the level of protection varies.

Tang Qing believes that cyberbullying can be just as hurtful as reality.

Hence.

Every spark must be extinguished.

"..."

Not far away.

Ma Yun was secretly amused, knowing he and Tang Qing were the closest on stage, understanding Tang Qing’s real intent, that it’s about hating iron for not becoming steel, a bit like when he founded the Smart Space Industrial Park, as Tang Qing said.

"Make them feel a sense of crisis, don’t always stay stationary. The Smart Space Industrial Park doesn’t target anyone specifically. If peers slow down, don’t blame me for running ahead."

Thus.

It’s entirely a parental mindset.

Frankly speaking.

If other businesses aren’t striving hard, relying on past achievements, what does it matter to you? But it’s this kind of character that made Ma Yun consider him a confidant, how could Tang Qing be the only one hating iron for not becoming steel in this world?

It’s terrifying to lose one’s drive.

Tang Qing.

Deserves his achievements.

"..."

Below the stage.

Pu Chaodong and Luo Qiang exchanged a glance and smiled wryly. This is their Chairman; if not stirring things up, but when he does, it creates waves. They wonder how these words will be interpreted externally.

Currently.

Everyone is surrounded by crisis; even though many businesses have closed down, and foreign trade has shrunk, revealing the problems of some enterprises, saying this in the current environment, will it be manipulated by others?

Making a big deal out of it.

It seems.

This first image PR must be used here.

However.

After the forum ended.

"What?"

Upon hearing the news from his subordinates, Pu Chaodong was stunned. The internet was full of praise, agreeing Tang Qing was right, that issues accumulating over time cannot withstand crisis and need reflection.

"Wise."

"Leader."

"Beacon."

"Truth is harsh."

"Pointing directly at the essence."

"..."

Countless praises were bestowed upon Tang Qing, almost elevating him to the skies.

Well.

No need for public relation anymore.

They also found it miraculous that, over these years, Tang Qing has been at the center of attention but has never faced an image crisis, even when a media outlet in Hong Kong spread rumors, they quickly vanished.

Heard the newspaper’s editor responsible for the rumor-mongering ended up in jail?

Uh!

Probably has nothing to do with their Chairman, right?

Yeah.

Certainly nothing to do.

"..."

Noon.

Banquet.

"Boss Tang."

After a round of drinks, Tang Qing encountered another acquaintance, Mei Wenlin, an Australian Chinese, and through collaboration with Huang Qi, they founded a milk powder and baby supplies company, already top in domestic market.

Therefore.

Invited to attend.

Of course.

This number one holds the position in domestic enterprise, not market share number one. After Sanlu fell, foreign brands aggressively occupied the market, which made competition fierce during their growth.

However.

Profits remain assured.

"Brother Mei, Boss Huang."

Tang Qing still referred to them with their initial names, feeling it didn’t lower his stature, representing a sense of closeness. He recognized Mei Wenlin as a decent person; otherwise, he would only offer a ’Boss Mei.’

Spineless?

Uh.

That sounds like an insult.

After a drink.

The two men left, knowing Tang Qing was busy and dared not disturb further. They had only arrived today in the early morning, having just returned from Australia, where they bought a large ranch, planning to inspect it soon.

"Who were those two?"

Just then.

Ma Yun, who happened to arrive, asked curiously.

"Old friends."

Tang Qing replied.

"Seems like they are in the milk powder business." Ma Yun had a slight impression, having discussed business previously.

"Right."

"Do you think they will launch a milk powder made from cows fed on grass cultivated with Transcription Fluid?" Ma Yun couldn’t help but speculate. Transcription Fluid can cultivate raw materials for fruit wine.

The uses are extensive.

Currently.

The desert governance effect is fully confirmed, as is the plant cultivation effect.

Tang Family’s produce.

Is just the proof.

Tasty.

Nutritious.

No surprise that in the future, high-end food will definitely rely on Modulation Solution. Milk powder being a field most concerned with food safety, if not progressed, might be eliminated.

"They will." Tang Qing nodded.

"Definitely very expensive."

"Even without Transcription Fluid, high-grade milk powder is pricey." Tang Qing said, theoretically, the milk from cows fed on grass cultivated with Transcription Fluid doesn’t have special effects.

Just tastes a bit better.

Easy to absorb.

Safety still depends on the manufacturing process.

"Exactly."

"..."

Spent the afternoon listening to speeches, dining, organizing a movie.

At ten PM.

Home.

"Sister Zhan."

Zhan Xi.

Also brought her child to play; it’s Saturday and rest day. In the past, there were no weekends for her, her surgery schedule was full, but now, the operating room made her more relaxed.

Of course.

Not completely free.

The operating room isn’t omnipotent; many surgeries still need people, but what most amazed Zhan Xi is the constant upgrades of the operating room, with one surgery conquered every month.

The technology.

Indeed admirable.

Zhan Xi and Dou Jiao sipped juice while Chai Ren was drumming away, entertaining two kids, but as soon as Tang Qing appeared, his harmonious play was instantly abandoned.

"Yay!"

The two toddlers directly crawled towards Tang Qing.

Chai Ren: "..."

Even Dad is ignored!

Handsome.

Can really transcend such an age gap?

"Tang Qing, give me back my daughter." Chai Ren pretended to be angry.

"Here."

Tang Qing handed over.

"Hmm..."

His daughter turned her head and rested her little chin on Tang Qing’s shoulder. Seeing this, Chai Ren felt his heart ache, being deserted by his daughter, while Zhan Xi and Dou Jiao were covering their mouths, laughing uncontrollably.