2003: The Opening Sniper Against the Financial Tycoon

"Advance payment? What's going on?"

Upon hearing that his nephew had already invested his money, Wang Pengfei took it to heart.

Upon hearing this, Qin Hanyang went to the computer.

"Look here, Uncle."

Wang Pengfei leaned closer to the computer screen and saw a chat dialog box.

The other party was a netizen named "Border Town Swordsman".

[Boss Wang Lufei, the post you asked me to make is done. When can we settle the final payment?]

Qin Hanyang also replied.

I'm currently in Yanjing. If it's convenient for you, let's meet tomorrow morning. I'll give you cash, and we can discuss our future cooperation.

Having seen this, Wang Pengfei had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

"Are you hiring someone to do online advertising?"

"good."

Qin Hanyang nodded.

On the same day the Silicon Valley banquet ended, news of Delong Group's investment in SpaceX spread throughout Chinese forums in the United States.

Qin Hanyang had already taken action.

I immediately contacted a writer I met on a forum to act as a PR team and plagiarize articles.

They simply plagiarized existing discussions on Chinese forums and then reposted them on various domestic forums.

Qin Hanyang's sense of smell is just too sharp!

In particular, under his instructions, some content was embellished, especially phrases like "forceful investment" and "advice to the richest man," which were too eye-catching and made Delong Group seem like some kind of Western savior.

This kind of storyline is naturally appealing to Chinese audiences.

The latter happened to be a professional writer, which hit the mark with netizens.

Some novices, unfamiliar with the situation, treated it as a collection of stories and thought that Delong Group was some kind of top-tier conglomerate, which gave it a mysterious aura and sparked a lot of discussion.

This is also why Peng Haoran wanted to criticize, but couldn't quite manage it!

Qin Hanyang has now also entered forums such as blogs, Tianya, and NetEase, and has seen some of their handwriting.

However, while there are many novice viewers just watching the spectacle, there are also quite a few smart people among them.

Some of them are even scholars, professors, and so on.

He immediately began to speak negatively about the situation.

He seemed determined, just like Pang Ho-yin, to expose the lies of the Delong Group.

For the past two days, the topic of Delong has remained a hot topic on the front page of major financial news sections.

Qin Hanyang didn't bother with that for the time being.

In his view, things are still in a muddy state, and the truth is not that important.

As long as everyone starts arguing, that's fine.

All he needs is to keep the discussion going.

Wang Pengfei then asked:

"How much did it cost?"

"Down payment of 500 yuan, final payment of 2500 yuan."

"3000 in total? That's all?"

Upon hearing this number, Wang Pengfei immediately expressed his disdain.

"Uncle, I think you've really gotten too cocky..."

Qin Hanyang was somewhat speechless and asked, "My classmate's dad is a teacher, and his monthly salary is only 1200. If you worked harder before, could you earn 2000 a month?"

"Hehe, I can make money, but I have to get up early and work late, running around everywhere."

Wang Pengfei blushed slightly upon hearing Qin Hanyang's mockery.

He admitted that he had gotten a bit carried away lately with traveling abroad and dating foreign women.

However, he quickly added:

"What I mean is, it's not that you only spent this little bit of the 800 million you got from Tang Wanxin that makes this 3000 yuan seem a bit small in comparison."

"These few thousand dollars are useless to Mr. Tang's plan. The real money is yet to come."

Qin Hanyang didn't elaborate, but added,

"Don't worry, Uncle. I'll definitely take care of the house renovation and furniture I promised you before."

"Hey, that's not what I meant."

Wang Pengfei felt a little embarrassed after hearing this.

"I'm just curious, how much can you make out of this this time?"

"It's hard to say for sure right now. Out of 8 million, I'll try to keep 2 million."

"That's good."

Upon hearing this, Wang Pengfei's expression was fairly satisfied. He added before finishing, "Don't overthink it. Your uncle has no intention of asking you for money. I know you have money now, and you'll spend it on me without me having to ask. It's just that I can't help with this media business, and that makes me uneasy."

Qin Hanyang laughed and said, "Uncle, you should focus on other things. I've noticed you've been staying by President Tang's side lately, and he seems to feel more at ease when he's doing things."

"I'm good at this; I can guarantee I'll have him completely under my thumb."

Wang Pengfei patted his chest and walked away smugly.

The next day, at ten o'clock in the morning.

Qin Hanyang appeared at a coffee shop.

Not long after he sat down, a man wearing glasses and with a receding hairline appeared opposite him and tentatively asked:

"Wang Lufei?"

"Are you the Border Town Swordsman?" Qin Hanyang asked.

"Wow, so young!"

The border swordsman looked embarrassed and couldn't help but say a popular internet phrase, even scratching his already bald forehead.

Qin Hanyang smiled and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"Give me a bowl of soy milk."

"This is a coffee shop, bro."

"Then I'll have a cup of coffee."

Seeing that he didn't understand, Qin Hanyang directly ordered for him: "Give him an Americano with ice."

When the border swordsman saw Qin Hanyang come to his rescue, he smiled and said, "Hehe, what important business do you have to discuss, boss?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Hanyang was not in a hurry, but instead asked in return:

"I've read your posts; they're quite well-written and you're posting frequently enough. I'd like to ask how many people are working on them?"

"There aren't many people here, it's just me."

The border swordsman took a sip of coffee and gave a disgusted look.

Qin Hanyang was extremely surprised: "Really? Just you?"

"What's so strange about that? Registering an account is so easy these days. I have nine accounts on Tianya alone, and I used to have 16 blogs just for commenting, and even more on NetEase..."

"I knew it."

Upon hearing this, Qin Hanyang suddenly realized that even the real-name registration system for the internet had not yet been implemented.

"Where do you work? How do you have so much free time?"

Forestry Bureau.

How old are you this year?

"32".

Are you married?

"no."

"A native of Yanjing?"

"No, from Langfang."

"Oh, so you're from out of town too..."

Qin Hanyang was checking people's household registrations, and although he spoke softly, the swordsman heard the last sentence.

However, the latter also sensed the teasing tone and, instead of getting angry, earnestly corrected him:

"Bullshit, I'll be able to get permanent residency in a few years."

Upon hearing this, Qin Hanyang smiled, then took out two stacks of bright red RMB from his backpack on the stool next to him and placed them in front of the swordsman's table.

The latter saw it very clearly.

There's a stack on the left, only one stack.

On the right is a stack of five bundles.

As for the amount involved, any normal person would know the answer to that question.

Seeing this, his breathing quickened, and he asked:

"Boss, what... what does this mean?"

"Now I'm giving you two options. The ten thousand yuan on the left is the final payment, and I'll buy out the cost of writing, rewriting, and posting with fake accounts for the next two weeks."

As Qin Hanyang spoke, he placed his left hand on the 10,000 yuan note and his right hand on the 50,000 yuan note, then smiled slightly at him.

"As for the 50,000 yuan on the right, your take-home pay is no more than 1500 yuan, right? I've started a media company now. If you come work for me, I guarantee I'll solve your household registration problem within two years, and your basic monthly salary will be at least 3,000 yuan. However, the location is in Chengdu. Think about it."

"We men from Yanjing have our pride!"

The swordsman's breathing suddenly quickened for a few seconds, and then he abruptly slapped himself across the face several times.

After calming down, he reached out to Qin Hanyang's right hand.

"Thank goodness I'm not a Beijing resident anymore. Whoever wants this shitty soy milk can drink it!"

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