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Chapter 89: Making empty promises, 10 billion

A few days later, Anjia Tianxia held its quarterly strategy meeting for its core management team nationwide. The atmosphere was more somber and more restless than ever before.

Those who can sit in this conference room are all fierce warriors who have fought their way out of blood and fire over the past seven hundred days and nights.

Su Wanqing was like a lone pine tree on a snowy mountain, aloof and self-possessed; Shen Mo was like a demonic sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed; Lu Chaoyang and Ji Fanyin sat on either side of Lei Guoliang, like pillars of stability.

The various regional lords gathered together, their merits and ambitions clashing silently.

Lei Guoliang entered last, empty-handed. He simply sat down in the main seat, his gaze sweeping across the room like a calm sea, yet causing everyone to instinctively hold their breath.

"Everyone's here." He spoke, his voice not loud, but like a heavy hammer blow to everyone's heartbeat: "Today, I won't talk about specifics. I'll just say three numbers and one thing."

Three numbers? One thing? Everyone stared in astonishment.

"The first number," Lei Guoliang held up one finger, "five hundred and eighteen."

A soft gasp filled the conference room. This was the total number of stores nationwide as of yesterday: 518!

Starting with the first store in Nanshan, Shenzhen, it took two years and four months to expand to 518 stores! On average, a new store opened every 1.7 days! This number itself is a bloody yet glorious epic of expansion.

"The second number," he said, raising his second finger, his voice steady yet carrying the weight of a hammer blow: "Three hundred million."

Net profit.

Three hundred million! Many people felt their blood rush to their heads, their eardrums ringing. They knew the company made money, but they never imagined it would make so much, so quickly!

"At this rate," Lei Guoliang said calmly, but then offered an even more alarming prediction: "Making over 400 million for the whole year shouldn't be too difficult."

Four hundred million! The whole year! Net profit! The air in the conference room seemed to be on fire, everyone's eyes were red, and their breathing was heavy.

This is a kingdom built with real gold and silver! It is a mountain of gold that every one of them built with their sweat, blood, and countless sleepless nights!

"The third number," Lei Guoliang slowly raised his third finger, his gaze like cold lightning piercing through the boiling air: "Ten billion."

10 billion!

This word, like a silent nuclear bomb, detonated in everyone's mind.

After a brief, absolute silence, came a deafening roar that nearly lifted the roof off, a mixture of ecstasy, awe, and disbelief! Many people jumped to their feet, then forced themselves back to sit, their hands trembling and faces burning.

A market capitalization of 10 billion! If the company is truly worth 10 billion, even owning only 0.5% would be 50 million! If it's 1%, that's 100 million! And they are the founding fathers of this company!

Lei Guoliang let the destructive sound waves crash over him for half a minute before slowly raising his hand.

The meeting room fell silent again, but every pair of eyes was fixed on him, bloodshot and unwavering, as if he were the god who could turn stones into gold.

"The 518 stores represent the territory we built with our own hard work."

"The 310 million profit is the empire we earned through hard work and real battles."

"Ten billion," he paused, his voice suddenly rising, resolute and brooking no argument, "that's what Anjia Tianxia should look like in the capital market in the near future!"

He stood up and walked to the huge national map. Lu Chaoyang had already pulled up the real-time data. The green dots were as dazzling as a galaxy, especially the four first-tier cities, which almost formed a green ocean.

"Shanghai, 112 stores! Su Wanqing, the East China region accounts for almost half of the group's profits! You are the pillar of strength!"

"Shenzhen, 98 households! Guangzhou, 95 households! Shen Mo, South China and Central China were built with your lives! You are the pioneer!"

"Eighty-two in the capital! And our flags fly in over thirty other cities!"

"Our website gets over a million visits every day looking for houses! Online sales account for more than a third of all transactions!"

He recounted each and every case with remarkable familiarity. With each figure he presented, the relevant regional official straightened his back slightly, his eyes burning with a mixture of pride and an even greater desire.

"A company like this, a money-making machine like this, with this network and momentum." Lei Guoliang turned around, his gaze sharp, sweeping over Su Wanqing, over Shen Mo, over everyone else: "How much would it be worth in the capital market?"

He answered his own question calmly, yet with an overwhelming arrogance: "Three billion? That's an insult to our expansion speed!"

"Fifty billion? That's an insult to our earning power!"

"I said 10 billion," he paused slightly, a cold, all-controlling smile curving his lips, "that leaves a lot of room for the future."

"boom-!!!"

The last line of defense was completely breached. The multi-billion dollar valuation, spoken by the boss, was no longer a vague pie in the sky, but a clearly achievable goal backed by over 500 stores and more than 300 million yuan in profits! It was a paradise that anyone could reach if they jumped!

A blush crept onto Su Wanqing's usually cool face, and her fingers tightened slightly under the table.

10 billion — if it comes true, what will she gain based on her contribution to the East China region? It's not just wealth, it's a passport to truly enter the mainstream business world in Shanghai and across the country.

But she also felt an even heavier pressure. The East China region had to be stronger and more irreplaceable, and had to become the most solid foundation for that multi-billion dollar valuation.

Shen Mo felt her heart was about to explode, her blood surging in her ears. Ten billion! She could almost see herself standing on the Shenzhen Stock Exchange's bell-ringing platform, surrounded by countless flashes of light.

But Han Mei's ashen face flashed by like a ghost. Rules, the red line—she bit her tongue hard, using the pain to keep herself awake.

No matter how big the pie is, you still need to be alive to eat it. Every subsequent achievement must be spotless and impeccable!

"I've spread out the pancakes. They're big, they smell great, and," Lei Guoliang tapped the profit figures on the projector, "they're made with real money."

The conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; the only sounds were heavy breathing.

"But whether we can actually eat it, and how big a bite we can take," he walked back to the head of the table, sat down, and slowly swept his gaze across each face contorted with excitement: "It's not up to me to decide, it's up to you to decide."

"From today onwards, the company will compile a book of founding heroes." He threw out the most specific and most lethal hook.

"What's recorded in this ledger isn't just empty fame; it's real equity worth a fortune when the company goes public! It's hard currency that can completely change the destiny of you and your descendants!"

"Who can be listed in this book? How many lines? How many pages?" He held up three fingers, one by one, like the guillotine blade slowly falling.

"First, look at performance. In your territory, can your profits, scale, and market share crush your competitors and prevent them from ever recovering?"

Su Wanqing, Shen Mo, you are two mountains, but there must be a higher sky beyond them. Everyone else, look at them, and climb over!

"Secondly, we look at contributions. Besides maintaining the status quo, can you expand the company's territory? Can you find new engines, new models, and new avenues for growth? Those who rest on their laurels will not have a place in the new record!"

"Third, look at loyalty." Lei Guoliang's tone suddenly dropped to absolute zero, and the air seemed to freeze under his gaze: "Loyalty is not just a slogan. It's about having the intention of securing the country and the people in your heart, keeping your hands and feet clean, and doing things in accordance with the rules."

Anyone who thinks they're all grown up and can do their own thing, cross company lines, or threaten everyone's interests,

He paused, and in the deathly silence, only the mournful sound of the air conditioner whistling like a death knell.

"Han Mei." He uttered only two words.

Those two words were like ice water poured over everyone's heads, instantly cooling their burning blood.

Where is Han Mei now, the once-renowned and accomplished woman of the North? Merit is merit, and fault is fault. Merit cannot outweigh fault. Crossing the red line leads to utter ruin.

"A company can grow from zero to five hundred in just over two years. Destroy it," Lei Guoliang's voice was so cold it could freeze your soul: "Once is enough."

The ultimate temptation and the ultimate fear intertwined perfectly at this moment. Everyone could clearly see that before them lay a single-plank bridge paved with gold, yet with bottomless abysses on both sides.

Walk this path, and you'll enjoy wealth and honor, with your descendants blessed. Take one wrong step, and you'll be reduced to ashes.

"The road is beneath your feet," Lei Guoliang said finally, his tone returning to calm, yet all the more profound.

"Your choice is between becoming the creator of a multi-billion dollar company, a billionaire admired by all, or becoming the next Han Mei, a cautionary tale in business school about 'reckless self-destruction'."

Meeting adjourned.

The meeting has ended. No one has left their seat.

Everyone remained frozen in place, their souls reeling from the ultimate allure, threat, and shock of those three numbers: 4.68 billion, 265 million, and 10 billion, along with the list of heroes.

Su Wanqing slowly stood up, nodded slightly in Lei Guoliang's direction, and turned to leave. Her back remained upright, but every step she took seemed to be on the steps leading to the throne—firm, heavy, and allowing no room for error.

The East China region must be more than just a cash cow; it must be a technological hub, a brand sanctuary, and a talent pool. She wants to inscribe the most indisputable epitaph on the first page of that record of achievements.

Shen Mo practically launched herself forward. She clenched her fist tightly, her nails digging into her flesh, using the pain to suppress the crazy ambition that was about to burst out of her chest.

Going public! Ringing the bell! A net worth of hundreds of millions! She has to go even crazier, the company's performance has to explode, Anjia Circle has to become a phenomenon, she has to prove to everyone that she, Shen Mo, is the fiercest wolf that can lead the company into the future!

But the string of discipline in my heart has never been so taut, emitting a hissing sound as if it were about to snap.

Lu Chaoyang and Ji Fanyin exchanged a silent glance, both seeing the towering waves reflected in each other's eyes. Lei Guoliang wasn't just making empty promises today; he was building a rainbow bridge to a multi-billion dollar empire, constructed with real data and iron-fisted rules.

From this point on, the company's fate and personal wealth will be inextricably linked; they will rise and fall together. Management pressure will reach its limit, but so will the driving force, which will become frenzied.

The storm, centered in Shenzhen, swept across 518 locations, more than 30 cities, and over 10,000 employees nationwide.

The top-floor office was pitch black with darkness.

Ji Fanyin poured Lei Guoliang a cup of calming tea, and watching his back as he stood by the window, she finally couldn't help but ask softly, "Guoliang, 10 billion—can we really reach that?"

Lei Guoliang did not turn around, looking at the land beneath his feet, a land boiling with boundless desire.

"In July 2003, when I took over that store in Nanshan," he said calmly, as if traversing time, "if someone had told me that two years and four months later, this company would have more than 7 stores, earning a year's worth of profits in just two months, worth a billion, I would have thought they were crazy."

He turned around, his gaze as deep as the universe: "But now, we've done it."

"Vajra, we've caught up with the best of times, and the worst of times. The golden age of real estate has only just begun its bloody curtain rise, the internet wave is about to devour everything, and the frenzy of the capital market is just around the corner. The times have given us the best table of cards."

"Ten billion is not the goal." He walked to his desk, his fingers lightly brushing across the smooth surface, as if caressing an invisible record of merit.

"It's the bottom line. It's the most conservative destination that Anjia Tianxia and its people, in this era, should reach."

"That book—" Ji Fanyin hesitated.

"Let them run first." A glint of control flashed in Lei Guoliang's eyes: "Run with all your might on the drawn track."

The fastest, most consistent, and cleanest runners will naturally have their names revealed. Those who stray or fall behind will be eliminated. The rules don't need to be rushed. They will become clear once the results are in.

He looked at Ji Fanyin, his gaze deep and unwavering: "But you must remember, the hand that holds the pen can only be mine. The cake can be divided, but who should eat it, how much, and when—that's up to me."

Ji Fanyin nodded emphatically, a chill running through her heart. She fully understood that this was an ultimate trial that would sweep everyone over and last for several years.

Only those who have passed through all the trials, demonstrating ability, performance, loyalty, and vision, are qualified to share in the incredibly alluring crown forged from a market value of tens of billions at the finish line.

The only one who sets the rules, decides life and death, and holds the power of bestowing titles is the man before you.

Lei Guoliang looked south. The ghost fleet of A-shares had become a behemoth, the future ark of Hong Kong stocks was taking shape, and Anjia Tianxia's chariot was being fueled with the most insane fuel, heading towards a multi-billion dollar empire.