2003: The Opening Sniper Against the Financial Tycoon

The dinner party started at six o'clock.

There weren't many people; besides Qin Hanyang and his companion, there were only Tang Wanxin and one of his assistants, as well as Tang Lin.

This was more like a family dinner, which also shows how much Tang Wanxin valued Qin Hanyang and Qin Hanyang.

The dishes were plentiful, and in addition to high-end baijiu, there was also a bottle of red wine on the table.

"Master Wang, Master Qin, I'd like to offer you both a toast."

"Master Tang, let's just have three drinks, and that's enough."

Wang Pengfei put on airs. Under these circumstances, he dared not drink too much, for fear of saying something inappropriate while intoxicated.

Normally, it's others who beg to offer Tang Wanxin a drink.

Today, however, things are somewhat reversed.

Having witnessed Wang Pengfei's abilities, Tang Wanxin dared not utter a word and acted as if he were completely obedient.

"We'll listen to Master Wang!"

Even so, Tang Wanxin's gratitude towards Wang Pengfei and the other man was beyond words.

From the moment the dinner began, he personally took on the role of a waiter.

After Wang Pengfei finished his three cups, he personally went to help pour more tea.

They even specially turned the table around for Wang Pengfei and served him food.

His performance stunned both his assistant and Tang Lin.

Why is President Tang behaving like an obedient son?

His mother just left, and two fathers have arrived?

Even Qin Hanyang couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up first:

"Mr. Tang, please sit down and eat. Let's talk about some serious business."

"Okay, okay."

Tang Wanxin immediately sat back down in his seat.

"Mr. Tang, I'd like to ask, besides print media, what other channels are available for communication?"

"Those within the system in Jiangcheng will help me with things. As for other provinces... I have some connections, but my influence is relatively limited," Tang Wanxin said.

"A narrow perspective and limited vision render it largely useless!"

Qin Hanyang shook his head. Jiangcheng was Tang Wanxin's base, but its consumer base and strength were among the lowest in the country.

Even if they are dealing with the same group of people within the system, it is still insignificant.

This charlatan's behavior startled Tang Wanxin once again, and he immediately asked humbly:

"Please do not hesitate to give me your guidance, Master Qin."

"That's fine. Your marketing approach is gradually becoming outdated. We're now entering the new media era, with the internet becoming increasingly massive and users being high-net-worth individuals. It's best to use multiple approaches simultaneously, and even reducing the weight of some print media wouldn't be a bad idea."

After speaking, Qin Hanyang paused for two seconds, "Moreover, the Delong Group has been engaging in too much hype in the past two years, and its corporate credibility has been declining. I'm afraid the effect won't be very good. President Tang should be aware of this, right?"

"I understand what Master Qin is saying... but I've tried to get someone to do some online hype, and the results were minimal."

Tang Wanxin looked rather unwell, appearing helpless.

He did try it, but the results were not satisfactory.

Wang Pengfei, with his keen eye, immediately passed the ball to Qin Hanyang:

"Hehe, Master Tang, since my junior brother has identified the problem, why not let him give it a try?"

"Young Master Qin, look..."

Tang Wanxin turned his gaze to Qin Hanyang.

Qin Hanyang raised his hand and asked, "President Tang, may I ask how much your budget is allocated to print media?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Wanxin gestured to his assistant beside him.

The latter immediately reported to his supervisor: "Between 800 million and 1200 million, some of the specific costs depend on the size of the space allocated by each media outlet and the regional coverage."

Qin Hanyang then asked, "When exactly were these news items published?"

"In 10 days," the assistant replied.

Qin Hanyang laughed and said, "Then in 10 days, the Delong Group's stocks will surge, right?"

"this......"

Upon hearing this, the assistant hesitated, looking at Tang Wanxin, unsure how to respond.

Tang Wanxin nodded without hesitation and said sincerely:

"That's right. For the next three days, our strategy was to first shake out weak hands and then accumulate shares."

He didn't say anything more.

But Qin Hanyang was also aware of this.

After three days of buying to prop up prices, the market maker initiated a frenzy of selling.

Um... commonly known as "harvesting leeks".

Tang Wanxin noticed Qin Hanyang's hesitation and pleaded:

"If Master Qin is willing to help share my burden, I will be eternally grateful."

"Well, since that's the case, I'll lend Mr. Tang a hand and give it a try."

Qin Hanyang sighed, looking very troubled.

Upon hearing this, Tang Wanxin stood up excitedly and toasted him.

"Thank you so much, Master Qin, for your help. Just tell me how much funding you need, and I, Tang, will do my utmost to ensure it's provided!"

Hear this.

Qin Hanyang hesitated for a moment, as if he was considering something.

Then, he stretched out his palm and made an eight-shaped gesture.

"I just started a media company, it only costs 800 million, and I guarantee Mr. Tang a satisfactory result."

"good!"

Tang Wanxin agreed without the slightest hesitation.

A new round of "betting" is about to begin, and whether Delong Group can turn its fortunes around depends on this.

Even though he, as the dealer, is now short of funds, he has no choice but to grit his teeth and go for it!

After giving some instructions to his assistant, Tang Wanxin gave him some details.

In the time that follows.

The group stopped talking about official business.

Tang Wanxin gradually got a little drunk and began to reminisce about his youth.

He even asked the hotel to bring him a microphone so he could sing "I Love the Country More Than the Beauty" on the spot.

Although Wang Pengfei only drank three cups, he got into the mood and hugged and cuddled with him, almost to the point of becoming sworn brothers.

Qin Hanyang, however, didn't have time to play along with his antics.

Under the cover of night, he went down to the bustling market downstairs, ready to go for a stroll.

"etc."

A voice stopped Qin Hanyang. He turned around and saw Tang Lin.

When Qin Hanyang saw her follow him, he smiled and asked, seemingly knowing the answer already:

"Miss Tang, is there something you need?"

At this moment, Qin Hanyang's eyes seemed to be able to see right through people's hearts.

Tang Lin sensed that he was asking a question he already knew the answer to, but she still spoke frankly: "You set up the media company a week ago, and it's still a shell company. What are you going to use for marketing? By yourself?"

"Is there something wrong with this person?"

Qin Hanyang countered, "Before going to Silicon Valley, did you ever imagine that I alone could contact Musk? Did you ever imagine that I alone could negotiate such a huge contract, host such a grand banquet? Even... that your fourth uncle would willingly give me, an eighteen-year-old kid, tens of millions?"

"this......"

Tang Lin saw Qin Hanyang's teasing gaze again, and recalled the events of the previous night. Fearing she might anger him again, she softened her tone:

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question you."

"That's good."

Qin Hanyang smiled slightly, displaying composure and ease.

Tang Lin's tone softened as she asked, "I just really want to know how you're going to do this all by yourself. Do you need any help?"

"Who said I'm alone?"

Qin Hanyang looked towards the distant high-rise buildings, where dazzling neon lights shone.

"Of course, although I'm alone now, organizing a team on the internet is a very simple thing."

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