Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

The giant domed gymnasium at Handong University that can hold 30,000 people.

At this moment, it looks like a pressure cooker about to explode.

Even the steps in the passageway were densely packed with college students sitting on the ground.

The air was filled with the heat and smell of sweat unique to adolescence.

"Brother Feng! It was worth it to arrive eight hours early and snag this first-row seat!"

The chubby third-year student from the Department of Economics and Management wiped the sweat from his forehead and clung tightly to the iron railing in front of him.

"I heard that Master Yan didn't even take his private jet today; his convoy drove straight into the school!"

Lin Feng, standing next to him, was gripping a mineral water bottle so tightly that the plastic bottle was making a cracking sound.

"Nonsense! That's Master Yan!"

Lin Feng's eyes burned with a fanatical fire as he stared intently at the dark platform.

"With a casual wave of his hand, the entire province's economy leaps forward. This is the kind of work a real man should be doing!"

The words had barely left his mouth when a muffled "bang" was heard.

All the lights in the stadium went out instantly.

Immediately afterwards, a blinding white spotlight ripped through the darkness.

It hit straight down in the center of the stage.

Yan Qingfeng was wearing a pure black haute couture casual suit, with one hand in his pocket.

There was no opening speech, nor any drawn-out fashion show.

He appeared out of thin air in the halo, his aura cold and sharp, like a sword just drawn from its sheath.

"boom--"

The more than 30,000 college students in the audience instantly became like a powder keg that had been ignited.

Deafening screams and whistles suddenly ripped the roof off the stadium.

The old principal wiped away cold sweat and ran up to the stage in small, bent-over steps.

He was holding a scroll of opening remarks he had written over three days, and he had just brought his mouth to the microphone.

"Students, we are honored to have with us today..."

Yan Qingfeng frowned slightly and extended his slender fingers.

He swiftly and decisively snatched the microphone from the principal's hand.

"I don't need a speech, so you can save your breath."

Yan Qingfeng glanced at the old principal, his voice not loud, but it carried an undeniable domineering air.

The old principal stood there, stunned, his face turning bright red.

But he didn't dare say no, and quickly bowed and scraped as he retreated backstage.

Yan Qingfeng took the microphone and walked to the very edge of the stage.

He lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the faces full of collagen in the front row.

"I'm not here today to give you pep talks."

Yan Qingfeng's voice, carried by the top-of-the-line speakers, struck everyone's eardrums.

"I'm here to tell you how cruel the outside world is."

The stadium fell silent instantly.

More than 30,000 people didn't dare to breathe, staring intently at the man on the stage.

"You sit in the classroom every day, memorizing those outdated theories."

Yan Qingfeng raised his hand and pointed to the dome above his head.

"Do you think getting a diploma will make you respectable in society?"

"Stop dreaming. You're nothing but cogs in a machine, mass-produced!"

A slight commotion arose from the audience.

No one dared to speak to them like that.

But Yan Qingfeng simply trampled their self-righteous pride underfoot.

"I know that most of you are currently holed up in your dorms doing practice problems."

Yan Qingfeng's lips curled into a mocking sneer.

"To pass the civil service exam, to secure a so-called 'iron rice bowl' job."

"People are fighting tooth and nail just to earn a few thousand yuan a month in fixed wages."

He paused for two seconds, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping across the entire room.

"A secure job? That's an anesthetic for mediocrity!"

"That's a retirement home for those who lack courage and ambition!"

Standing in the first row, Lin Feng felt a surge of electricity rush from his tailbone to the top of his head.

The hairs on his body stood on end.

"But if we don't take the civil service exam, we won't even be able to afford food if we try to start our own businesses!"

In a moment of impulsiveness, the fat man suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs.

In the silent venue, the sound seemed particularly abrupt.

The security personnel's expressions changed drastically, and they were about to rush over to arrest the person.

Yan Qingfeng raised his hand to stop the security guards.

He looked at the fat man, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes.

"Can't even get a meal? That's because the rules of the game were set by the old guys from the previous generation."

"The world today is a game of technological hegemony! It's about the global distribution of wealth!"

Yan Qingfeng suddenly raised his voice, which was chillingly manipulative.

"They're blocking our chips and locking down our underlying systems."

"Do you think you can stay out of trouble just because you have a secure job?"

"Someone can easily turn your money into worthless paper by simply typing a couple of lines of code!"

He strode across the stage like a lion surveying its territory.

"If you don't want to be exploited, you have to be the one doing the harvesting!"

"Tear down those outdated rules! Use the power of capital to trample the world under your feet!"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone's breathing became heavy.

Those suppressed ambitions were completely ignited by Yan Qingfeng's words.

"You don't have the money to start a business, right?"

Yan Qingfeng suddenly stopped and looked directly at Lin Feng and the fat man.

He snapped his fingers crisply.

The giant LED screen behind them, which was ten meters high, lit up instantly.

A long, striking string of zeros, flashing with golden light, jumped out.

"I brought you a small gift today."

Yan Qingfeng spoke casually, as if he were discussing tomorrow's weather.

"Starting today, the Lingxiao Consortium officially establishes a 10 billion yuan youth entrepreneurship fund."

Everyone in the room widened their eyes in surprise.

A collective gasp filled the air.

"Ten billion. You don't need to mortgage your houses, and we don't care about your family background."

Yan Qingfeng pointed to the 30,000 pairs of green eyes below the stage.

"As long as you have an idea to disrupt the industry, as long as you have the ambition to crush your competitors."

"Take my money and burn it as you please!"

crazy.

The entire stadium went completely crazy.

"Long live Lord Yan!!!"

Lin Feng was the first to jump up, roaring at the top of his lungs.

The veins on his neck were bulging high from the exertion.

Followed by.

"boom--"

More than 30,000 college students stood up in unison.

The thunderous applause, mixed with passionate roars, almost shattered the glass dome.

Many people were moved to tears.

They've been suppressed for too long at school.

They were thoroughly fed up with those hypocritical slogans.

And the man on the stage.

There was no bureaucratic jargon, no nonsense; they simply used money and ambition to wake them up.

In their eyes, Yan Qingfeng was no longer a capitalist reeking of money.

Instead, he is a young god who can lead them to conquer the world and break down class barriers!

The applause lasted for twenty minutes.

Yan Qingfeng did not say another word.

He simply tossed the microphone onto the podium and turned to walk into the shadows behind the scenes.

In the back-end channel.

Zhou Yuan was already waiting there and quickly handed over a hot towel.

"Master Yan, what you just said completely captivated these young rascals!"

Yan Qingfeng didn't take the towel, but casually straightened his suit cuffs.

"Give them a spark, and they can burn down the foundations of Sarrikin themselves."

A cold, sharp smile curved his lips as he continued walking forward.

The applause in the stadium hadn't stopped.

Lin Feng clenched his fists tightly, turned around and grabbed the fat man by the collar.

"Fatty! Did you hear that? A multi-billion dollar fund!"

Lin Feng's eyes were red-rimmed, and his gaze was filled with undisguised madness.

"To hell with the national civil service exam! I'm burning all my study materials tomorrow!"

The fat man swallowed hard with excitement and grabbed Lin Feng's arm.

"Brother Feng, what should we do now? Go straight to submit our business plan?"

Lin Feng stared at the direction of the podium and gritted his teeth.

"Forget submitting a business plan! Let's go to the Lingxiao Building right now and submit our resumes!"

"Even if it means becoming a toilet-cleaning intern, I'll still try to get into Master Yan's family!"