2003: The Opening Sniper Against the Financial Tycoon

Musk arranged a hotel for Qin Hanyang in Silicon Valley.

The decor and facilities are quite high-end.

Due to jet lag, Qin Hanyang had been unable to sleep for more than 20 hours and felt extremely tired.

He even directly declined Musk's invitation to have dinner with him.

After grabbing a bite to eat at the hotel, I returned to my room.

Tang Lin and Wang Pengfei followed them in.

Qin Hanyang looked at the woman and said, "Ms. Tang, I'll leave the remittance of $50 to you."

"Although I don't know what your connection is with SpaceX, I now know you're a fraud. Why do you think I'd still do what you say?"

Tang Lin chuckled, her gaze towards Qin Hanyang carrying a hint of amusement.

"Heh, you think I'm asking you for something?"

Let me tell you, this is an order!

As for why, if you really want to know, I can reluctantly give you an answer.

As Qin Hanyang spoke, he stared coldly at her and immediately stepped forward.

Qin Hanyang stopped just a palm's width away from Tang Lin, and gave a mocking smile.

"Because your Tang family's Delong is now in dire straits, and the debts on your heads are no longer as simple as Mount Tai pressing down on you."

Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, or perhaps a single straw could break your back and destroy you forever.

And I am now your savior, understand?

Qin Hanyang's words were utterly merciless.

Tang Lin was left with a deathly pale face and her breathing became somewhat rapid.

For some reason, the sense of oppression emanating from this young man was no less than that of Tang Wanxin when he was angry.

She was completely unable to refute it at that moment.

Because the actual situation was exactly as Qin Hanyang described, and even more so.

Qin Hanyang didn't want to waste any more words with her at this moment: "Of course, if you're an idiot, you can also ask President Tang for his opinion."

"I'll take care of it right away."

Tang Lin remained noncommittal. After a two-second silence, she seemed to have come to a conclusion and immediately went out towards SpaceX to prepare to connect with their finance department and make a business transfer.

Qin Hanyang watched her retreating figure and reminded her, "By the way, let's set aside some budget for this trip; we still need to go home."

Tang Lin didn't turn her head, and it was unclear whether she had heard him or not.

"Yangyang, you're awesome!"

This operation.

Wang Pengfei, who was standing next to Qin Hanyang, was stunned. He gave Qin Hanyang a thumbs up.

"I thought no one could handle this Tang girl. Don't think I don't know, she's arrogant and never even looks at us properly."

"Her?"

Qin Hanyang smiled.

He knew that what Wang Pengfei said was true; in Tang Lin's eyes, the two of them were indeed just country bumpkins.

Perhaps only today will bring this woman the greatest shock.

After all, before this, not only she, but even Wang Pengfei, didn't know what to do when the three of them arrived in the US.

"I suspect this Tang girl is wary of us secretly staying, thinking we're going to be washing dishes for the rest of our lives!"

After Wang Pengfei finished speaking, he sighed again.

"But honestly, washing dishes is pointless. This hotel is luxurious enough, but many of the staff are Asian. I really can't understand why people who work so hard to get here would willingly spend their whole lives as inferiors for the sake of so-called freedom."

"There's no way around it; in this life, you always have to pay the price for your choices."

Qin Hanyang didn't want to say much about this topic and just smiled helplessly.

"Alright, Uncle, these aren't things we should be thinking about. If you have time, why don't you think about how to rebuild and renovate the house in our hometown?"

"Still renovating?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Pengfei immediately perked up, "You've given away all $50 of our money, and we can't even buy the rocket. How are we going to explain this to Tang Wanxin when we get back...? He won't have us killed, will he?"

As he said this, he felt a little scared, and his bones went weak for a moment.

"Watching them wash dishes isn't a bad idea. I'll ask them how much they get paid later... Wait, I don't speak any foreign languages."

"Ha ha."

Qin Hanyang knew Wang Pengfei was joking, but the latter was definitely worried.

So he reassured him, "Don't worry, Uncle, I won't let you wash dishes here in America. As for the rocket, I've already bought it."

"You bought it? What do you mean?"

Wang Pengfei scratched his head, still unable to figure it out.

"To buy a real rocket, 5000 million is definitely not enough, and from a national perspective, it wouldn't be easily permitted..."

Qin Hanyang smiled and continued, "But the concept of buying a rocket is much simpler than buying a real rocket, and the effect of this concept is much greater than that of a real rocket."

Wang Pengfei repeated, "Concept?"

"That's right, they're buying the concept! Behind this concept... is the Delong Group's determination and actions to enter the aerospace technology industry in a high-profile manner, as well as its cooperation with Silicon Valley high-tech companies, and even more so, the Delong Group's super-large international project."

"Now I get it. Damn, it's just the same old trick of using someone else's name to intimidate others..."

Wang Pengfei suddenly realized, "Oh, I did some research the other day, and this professional term is called hype, right? You give them this $50 to host a banquet, that's hype. Then they'll do the same thing back home, hyping it up on both sides, am I right?"

"Yes, it's just hype!"

Qin Hanyang nodded.

I've heard the word "炒" (chǎo, meaning stir-fry/hype) so many times that I'm almost di

However, he was surprised to find that Wang Pengfei was actually studying and researching these new terms in private.

Wang Pengfei, however, was still worried, saying, "But... can Musk handle this? You really trust him that much?"

"Heh, he's a born hype machine. When it comes to hype, there are few in the whole world better than him."

Qin Hanyang smiled and added, "Besides, given SpaceX's current situation, he wants to make this banquet a success more than anyone else."

Wang Pengfei nodded, indicating that he understood.

Then, he sighed inexplicably and said, "Alas... what a pity, I didn't bring any props this time, otherwise it would have been great if I could show off my skills in front of these foreign devils."

"It's okay, there's still time. If you're free tomorrow, you can go to the nearby Chinatown and see if there are any props that suit you."

Qin Hanyang specifically scheduled the signing banquet for the day after tomorrow.

With the $50 I provided, hosting a banquet would be no problem at all.

Setting it for the day after tomorrow is actually to give Musk time to prepare.

In comparison, SpaceX, now based in Silicon Valley, is more in dire need of a publicity stunt to prove its potential.

Therefore, Qin Hanyang believed that this future world's richest man would not disappoint him.

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