Star Tycoon

Chapter 103 A Good Son from a North American Family

The next morning, Nan Jiayun arrived on time again.

Zhou Shanshan came out to open the door, still in her pajamas.

"Is Mr. Tian here?" Nan Jiayun already knew that he was a high school graduate who hadn't gotten into university.

She was just a female customer service representative from the countryside.

Zhou Shanshan was still very polite to the female manager from the big city, explaining, "He's still sleeping, I'll go wake him up."

Nan Jiayun quickly said, "No need, I'll just wait a bit."

"Okay, then you can sit down. I'll go wash my hair."

Zhou Shanshan quickly went to wash her hair.

Wang Linlin was also taking a shower. When she saw Zhou Shanshan come in, she asked, "Who's here?"

Zhou Shanshan replied, "They traveled on the plane with us."

"What is she here for?"

"Looking for General Manager Tian."

Nan Jiayun overheard the conversation inside, but didn't pay any attention to the two country girls' conversation.

I was going to sit here and wait, but I couldn't resist my curiosity.

Nan Jiayun saw that the two people were in the bathroom, so she stood up and looked around.

Before long, he walked erratically and without any professional ethics to the bedroom.

People in large companies can be very rule-abiding at times, but at other times they can be very unruly, resorting to all sorts of unorthodox methods and having no bottom line.

When Nan Jiayun entered the bedroom, she saw Tian Ersan getting dressed and the woman sleeping next to him.

Tian Ersan looked up at Nan Jiayun, who looked panicked and embarrassed.

Her legs are her own; no one forced her to come over. After spying on her, she acts like a victim, which is disgusting.

"what's the matter?"

Tian Ersan didn't try to hide it from her; he was already dressed neatly.

Summer clothes are already scarce, and young men don't need to wear suits and belts to make a living.

Nan Jiayun walked in and quickly asked calmly, "President Tian, ​​what are your plans for today?"

Tian Ersan did have a plan. He came out to relax and travel one or two weeks before the tourist season, so he could enjoy professional services and scenery without having to squeeze in with so many people.

"We'll visit the Forbidden City in the morning, the aquarium in the afternoon, and go shopping in the evening. The four of us are fine; we don't need a taxi to take one more person."

Nan Jiayun also wanted to go, "I can arrange a private car."

"No need, it's safe here, and the place we're going to is safe too." Tian Ersan patted the woman's bottom on the bed. "Get up."

After finishing his fight, Tian Ersan walked outside, saying, "Let's talk outside."

Nan Jiayun followed Tian Ersan out of the bedroom, and Tian Ersan closed the door behind him.

The two sat down in the living room, and Nan Jiayun suggested, "President Tian is with two girls and a beautiful woman. There will definitely be people trying to chat him up. If I'm in charge, I'll make sure they back off."

Tian Ersan said with a smile, "I did encounter quite a few people who tried to chat me up when I was with them, but 99% of them were just trying to talk to me, and most of them were women. I even had a woman in her twenties deliberately touch my hand when I was on the bus."

"It was the same when I was on a plane. None of the other women were approached, but I felt like at least a dozen women were secretly watching me."

"I'm used to this kind of thing. Can you ask around for me if anyone is looking for a job? I'm planning to hire a few female employees, preferably recent graduates in dance, radio hosting, music, or performing arts, around eighteen years old, and they must be good-looking. Those from out of town will be given priority."

Nan Jiayun quickly nodded and smiled, "I understand."

Tian Ersan knew what she understood; this was basically what the sugar daddy wanted, and it felt pretty much the same.

It is indeed necessary to find a beautiful and elegant woman.

The reason they don't recruit from Beijing is either because it's difficult to recruit people here, or because people from other places are more hardworking.

After briefly explaining his requests to Nan Jiayun, Tian Ersan arranged for the hotel to deliver food. After the meal, the group went to Beijing for sightseeing.

Visit palaces, museums, and aquariums; enjoy desserts in cafes; and shop in malls filled with fashionable and beautiful women for clothes that would cost several years' salary.

The kind-hearted girls who paid by card naturally went home to repay their benefactors.

After playing until night, Tian Ersan went to sleep comfortably, and the next day Nan Jiayun arrived on time.

This time, it was Tian Ersan who opened the door.

"We're planning to climb the Great Wall, what can I do for you?"

Tian Ersan opened the door and invited Nan Jiayun to sit down.

Nan Jiayun walked in and stood to serve.

"Mr. Tian, ​​I've already inquired. There are too many targets, and many people have expressed their willingness."

Tian Ersan calmly said, "Those who are too old are out of the question, and those over twenty-three are not acceptable."

Nan Jiayun hadn't expected the conditions to be so demanding, so she suggested, "There's a host competition tomorrow, with participants being high school and college students. There are also piano and dance competitions this month, and there are also drama performances at the film school."

"I can also provide you with tickets to the fashion model competition, where you can meet many suitable people."

Tian Ersan realized that there were indeed too many targets to choose from. "It's okay, there's no rush for now. Go back and discuss it with your bank. I plan to borrow 30 million and see if it can be approved."

Nan Jiayun, no longer concerned with women's issues, quickly inquired, "What is the purpose of the loan, Mr. Tian?"

Tian Ersan replied, "I'll open a large supermarket in my hometown and sell goods both online and offline, and I'll also invest in real estate."

Nan Jiayun knew this was a business opportunity, "I'll go ask for instructions immediately."

"No rush, don't disturb my summer vacation." Tian Ersan smiled. "Just get it done as soon as possible. I can guarantee that apart from normal shopping and construction, the rest of the money will not be transferred. It will all be quietly lying in the bank account. The newly borrowed 30 million will also stay in the account. We will start construction as soon as we have enough funds."

"But I hope the funds will be in my account before I go back."

Nan Jiayun nodded quickly, "Okay! Then I won't disturb you any longer, Mr. Tian, ​​as you're relaxing."

Tian Ersan saw Nan Jiayun off. After the woman left, he sat on the sofa and waited for the three women to get dressed before setting off on their trip together.

It was a happy thing to go out with three beautifully dressed women, and Tian Ersan also appreciated this unique world.

It was everyone's first time climbing the Great Wall, eating terrible Beijing snacks, playing at the amusement park, strolling through the Olympic Park, and taking photos at Yenching University.

On rainy days, I would exercise in front of the presidential suite window, eat and sleep, sleep and eat.

The three eighteen-year-old young men and women didn't feel tired at all, while the older married women easily collapsed from exhaustion.

The seven-day holiday quickly came to an end, and Tian Ersan left with a few girls who were both satisfied and reluctant to part, leaving behind this bustling and prosperous place.

While Tian Ersan was indulging in food, drink, and entertainment, a new technology company emerged in the United States, across the ocean. This company, with assets of only one million US dollars, attracted a lot of attention as soon as it was established.

The company's founder is a very handsome young man.

He's the kind of super handsome young man who could be a star!

John Smith!
A native of Lighthouse, with a clean family background, and married.

His wife was the daughter of a farmer, his childhood sweetheart, and also the daughter of the mayor of Cotton Town.

John Smith founded the Star Explorers Corporation, abbreviated as YS.

Interstellar Explorers' first project was to attract investment!
John Smith's personal charisma secured orders and investments from the world's largest mobile phone company.

This 1.88-meter-tall, computer engineer with a strong physique and resolute eyes veteran made a very, very good impression on the group's board members.

He was the kind of person who was bound to be successful in the future. In addition, he successfully obtained the consent and commitment letters from hundreds of people in Cotton Town, guaranteeing that he could complete the mobile phone factory assembly business.

Out of consideration for their fellow countrymen, the board members of the United States agreed to meet with this countryman.

At Apple's headquarters, John Smith stood in the boardroom.

He was tall and had a confident look. Even though he was just standing there, he still gave the group of white directors sitting opposite him a sense of presence.

Steve Jobs, the founder of Apple, looked at the young man with admiration in his eyes.

Steve had been married multiple times and had several sons and daughters, but he couldn't find that same feeling in any of them.

John Smith didn't resemble him in appearance either, but his youthful, energetic air of a working-class youth evoked feelings of nostalgia in the older Steve.

The bullet of time traveled from forty years ago to the present and hit Mr. Steve, who is now over sixty years old.

Steve looked at the young man who was so different from himself and suddenly saw his former self in him.

Those were the days, those were the passions, those were the fighting spirit.

Steve reminisced about his youth, thinking that if he were younger, he would definitely be happy to become close friends with this Smith.

"John."

John Smith looked at the man who could make decisions.

Steve gently suggested, "I greatly admire your talent, and if you'd like to join our company, I'd be happy to personally train you."

John Smith gave a confident smile.

“Mr. Steve, I think you underestimate my abilities. I don’t just have good looks and strength; I also have the ideals of my family.”

Steve leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtfully at the proud young man. "What are your dreams?"

John answered clearly, "To the moon! To Mars! This is the shared dream of my grandparents, my father, my mother, and me."

Steve looked surprised and quickly sat up straight.

"Okay, you're welcome here anytime. I agree to the investment in Cotton Town. Is twenty million US dollars enough?"

John knew this was a test and suggested, "Mr. Steve, our town has a professional construction team, but we lack design drawings. If you can provide the design drawings and blueprints for the Dragon Kingdom factory, then the workers in our town will show you what the speed of the Lighthouse Country is."

One of the directors next to Steve couldn't help but laugh, "I don't know what lighthouse speed is."

Neither Steve nor the other executives had much faith in the speed of their workers.

John didn't smile, nor did his expression change; he only remained serious and stubborn.

"You seem to have forgotten how this great nation was founded!"

John looked seriously at these elderly people who had existed since the last century.

"Fifty years ago, it only took us three years to build a 440-meter-tall building! From groundbreaking to completion, it only took 21 months!"

"We can't do it now, but neither can the Dragon Kingdom."

"I will show you the world's fastest speed again!"

"Please look forward to it, I assure you! The environment that nurtured someone like me is no lousy place."

More than a dozen directors and numerous managers watched the young man in silence, feeling that he was more suited to be a lawyer or to run for office.

It wasn't mockery or disdain, but rather a genuine feeling that John Smith's words were incredibly impactful!

John looked at the silent crowd.

"Before I came to seek investment, the people of Cotton Town had already purchased cement and steel out of their trust in me."

"Several hundred people in our town took out all their savings and raised three million US dollars to buy the machinery and materials needed to build the factory, and hired two hundred workers to come and work together."

“Mr. Steve,” John looked at Steve, “I’m not a salesman, an investment expert, or a politician. I keep my promises. If I’m not here, everyone in Cotton Town is willing to continue this contract and carry on my commitment, just as I carried on my father’s ideals!”

Steve paused for two seconds, then quickly said, "I will give you an initial investment of six million dollars today, and then add another fifty million. If Cotton Town can build the factory within three years, I will continue to invest one hundred million dollars."

Building a factory within three years was Steve's conservative estimate of the speed of the United States.

In reality, it would be good if it could be established within five years. There are too many messy things involved, plus supply chain issues, which means that Apple's phones are basically all assembled overseas.

If a local factory in the United States could take on this part of the business, all directors and shareholders would agree for political purposes.

After all, they are a lighthouse company, and even if it's only a fraction of a percent, they still need to produce their own lighthouse-made products.

John Smith successfully secured his first investment of six million dollars, and Cotton Town entered the era of industrial development.

A large amount of funds was used to purchase machinery. In addition to supporting the construction industry in the nearby United States, Cotton Town also posted a large number of purchase orders on foreign trade platforms, waiting for the right people to buy them.

The factory needs cement, glass, lighting fixtures, power tools, tiles, and so on.

It's not just about building a mobile phone assembly plant; the expansion and industrial development of Cotton Town require billions of dollars in funding.

The seventy families in Cotton Town will become the heads of seventy enterprises, creating a brand new industrial city.

The others weren't as handsome and charismatic as John Smith, but they were all equally capable, and each of them could manage a team well.

John Smith was more charismatic than Tian Ersan, who rarely took things seriously and lacked a sense of earnestness.

John Smith was different; his only orders were to make money.

Making money wasn't difficult for him, so in addition to making money, John Smith set himself a goal.

A goal that aligns with one's self-image.

John Smith invited a television station to conduct an interview and broadcast it live on YS social media, which was created by his own people.

Hello, you may not know me.

“My name is John Smith, a country bumpkin who wants to make America great again.”

(End of this chapter)