2003: The Opening Sniper Against the Financial Tycoon

Xie Feiji, who was standing nearby, overheard the contents of Qin Hanyang's phone call.

Having not asked before, I now inquired out of curiosity, "What are you going to Chengdu for?"

Qin Hanyang said, "Make money."

Upon hearing this, Xie Feiji said "Oh," thinking to himself that his good brother must have gone to get a summer job, and then asked:

"What exactly will you be doing?"

"Hmm...we should go to America to help purchase a rocket," Qin Hanyang said seriously.

"You're really good at bragging."

Upon hearing this, Xie Feiji rolled his eyes; he didn't believe a word of it.

However, Xie Feiji did not pursue the matter further.

He had a cousin who dropped out of school before finishing junior high and went to work in a factory, which was dirty and tiring.

Qin Hanyang was probably in the same situation, and it's normal that he was too ashamed to talk about it.

Xie Feiji said, "Let's talk about it when you get back. Everyone will be receiving their acceptance letters in August, and there will probably be a celebration banquet. Do you want to come back for it?"

"You want to get one too?"

Qin Hanyang understood the implication in his words.

"Um... my parents insist on getting one for me. They say they gave too much money as wedding gifts in the past, and now they're getting some back. Will you come back to visit too?"

Xie Feiji's face flushed slightly.

Going to a junior college is not shameful, but holding a banquet is indeed a bit shameless.

Qin Hanyang understood this.

In their area, banquets are rampant, and the amount of money given as gifts in social interactions is heavy. Some people, in order to make money from this, have gone so far as to hold a banquet even when a sow gives birth (a true story).

Xie Feiji's father is a mid-level manager in a state-owned enterprise, and his mother runs a restaurant.

Although it was a bit embarrassing for them to hold this banquet to celebrate their college admission, they had no other choice.

Qin Hanyang didn't want to disappoint his good friend's invitation.

"Okay, I'll definitely be there."

After saying goodbye, Qin Hanyang waited for Wang Pengfei's car and continued on his way to Chengdu.

The car had just started.

Wang Pengfei's expression was somewhat grave as he slowly said, "Yangyang, Tang Wanxin just called me."

Qin Hanyang asked, "What happened?"

"His mother passed away last night, saying that she was grateful for my reminder and asked me to go home to take care of her in her final days so that she could see him off on his final journey."

Upon hearing this...

Qin Hanyang was silent for a few seconds, then said:

"Hopefully he can pull himself together. When it rains, it pours. Right now, the Delong Group is really just relying on him alone."

"Sigh, that's roughly what I conveyed: to tell him to take care of himself, and I hope he'll listen."

Wang Pengfei sighed and asked, "Yangyang, will you be okay staying in Rongcheng by yourself for the next few days?"

Qin Hanyang laughed and said, "I'm a grown man, what problem could I possibly have? Is there something you need?"

"I've been thinking about it and I'm going to take your advice and go back to renovate the house in our hometown. At the very least, we should build a two-story brick house so your grandma can live in a new house and enjoy life. Otherwise, all these years will have been for nothing."

"How long will you stay?"

"Two or three days at most, since we're going to America after all."

Wang Pengfei, speaking on a whim, said, "Building a house in the countryside isn't that easy. We need to do some preliminary planning, figure out how many laborers to hire, how many materials we need, and finally set an auspicious date. We'll definitely have to wait until we get back before we can actually start construction."

"Okay, then you can go ahead and get busy."

Seeing this, Qin Hanyang was actually quite pleased.

Wang Pengfei was perhaps moved by the passing of Tang Wanxin's mother, and at this moment, he was mainly trying to listen to advice.

He knew his uncle's temperament; having 100,000 yuan in his account was making him incredibly tempted, and he would eventually squander it all.

That very night, we arrived in Chengdu.

Following their previous plan, Qin Hanyang and Wang Pengfei went to the mall and bought a lot of basic clothing with simple logos, such as Adidas and Nike.

The next day, Wang Pengfei used his connections to have someone take it back.

The latter also took the opportunity to go back to his hometown and start planning to build a house.

Qin Hanyang stayed at Jiangnan Yue's house, obediently becoming a celebrity on Tianya Forum, and spent the whole morning writing "Tomb Raiders," finally finishing the chapter on "The Sacred Tree of Qinling."

"A shocking plot twist: Lao Yang was actually dead all along!"

"Holy crap, that's terrifying! Is Lao Yang's mother a fake too?"

"The author has such an amazing imagination!"

"Did such a treasure really exist in our country's history?"

"It has chicken neck feathers! Only an idiot would believe that!"

"It's hard to say..."

I also have my doubts.

"Author, stop resting! What's next? We haven't even explained what the character of the Silent One actually does!"

Qin Hanyang had no time to read the comments from netizens.

After finishing lunch, I went out alone and came to a business teahouse.

He was drinking tea and eating sunflower seeds when, about twenty minutes later, a black-haired woman in a business suit pushed open the door and entered. Her unique temperament instantly attracted the attention of many people.

"Miss Tang, over here."

The person who arrived was Tang Lin. Qin Hanyang waved to her, and she quickly came to Qin Hanyang's booth and sat down, greeting him as she did so.

"Hello, Mr. Qin."

At this moment, sitting at the front desk was a female boss in her thirties with a perm.

She followed him and asked, "Madam, would you like something to drink?"

Tang Lin said, "I'd like a freshly ground iced Americano, do you have any?"

Upon hearing this, the female boss was visibly taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized and said, "Black coffee, right? We have it."

After Tang Lin nodded, the female boss left.

Qin Hanyang smiled upon seeing this.

Tang Lin, puzzled, asked, "Mr. Qin, what are you laughing at?"

"I laugh at how you and your boss are completely on different wavelengths."

"What do you mean?" Tang Lin asked, somewhat confused.

"There's clearly no freshly ground coffee here. As for black coffee, it's probably just instant coffee powder from brands like Nestlé."

"what?"

Just as she was about to ask another question, the female boss brought over the so-called Americano.

Tang Lin didn't even need to taste it; just by smelling it, she knew Qin Hanyang was right, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.

However, she was also a smart person and knew that it would be difficult to communicate with the boss in this situation, so she gave up.

Qin Hanyang smiled and said, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. In Chengdu, teahouses are just like coffee shops. Please forgive me, Miss Tang."

"It's okay."

Tang Lin shook her head, indicating that she didn't mind, and asked, "Mr. Qin, is there something you need from me?"

Qin Hanyang didn't answer, but instead asked, "Such a big thing happened in President Tang's family. You're from the same family as him, aren't you going back to check on them?"

"Birth, aging, illness, and death are the natural order of things."

Tang Lin shook her head, expressionless, and said, "The living don't need to go through all this trouble for the dead, and besides, I have my own things to do."

Qin Hanyang was slightly surprised; he hadn't expected the woman in front of him to be so calm.

However, he only asked about it casually.

"Ms. Tang, could you please help me register another cultural media company?"

Then he got down to business.

"no problem."

Tang Lin agreed without even asking why.

Qin Hanyang particularly liked this about her; she was sent by Tang Wanxin to serve him and Wang Pengfei, and she was always there to fulfill their every request.

Are there any requirements regarding the name and business scope?

"name......"

Qin Hanyang pondered for a few seconds and then said, "Let's just call it Daqin Media."

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