On his way to the gathering, He Zhengcheng bought a newspaper that had news about Long-Term Capital Management. Unfortunately, these guys were stubborn and refused to admit anything, instead mercilessly mocking Shanhai Capital.
"What right does a small company that has never even appeared before have to criticize us? Let them earn 1 billion US dollars a year before they comment on Long-Term Capital Management's affairs!"
As expected, big shots are different. Sure enough, this rebuttal immediately garnered a lot of support.
"Shanhai Capital was founded by former Peregrine employees. We can't say they lack strength, but at least their strength hasn't exceeded everyone's imagination.
Long-Term Capital Management is different; it has huge profits every year, and it also has senior Wall Street executives and Nobel laureates in economics. Aren't they stronger than these few people at Shanhai Capital?" Someone on the subway whispered.
"Brother, haven't you heard the saying, 'Truth is often in the hands of a few'? What seems incredible to you, others might not think so!"
There is no need to fear changes in the world, no need to follow ancestral ways, and no need to pity what people say. There are too many mediocre people in this world. Of course, if he didn't know what would happen later, he might not have believed it either: a star enterprise founded by a Wall Street bigwig versus a small, broken company founded by a league of losers. Is there any need to consider whose ability to trust?
Ignoring the middle-aged man who wanted to refute him, He Zhengcheng quickly stepped out of the train door; he had arrived at his stop.
The newspaper not only had financial news but also reports about concerts, especially Ge Ge's "Wukong." In this special environmental background, it seemed to give people the courage to overcome difficulties.
The world is evil and the path is dangerous, but in the end, there is no escape.
This one blow will turn you to dust.
Whether you're Soros or anyone else, if you dare to cause trouble on Hong Kong Island, one blow will turn you to dust!
About ten minutes later, the three met up and arrived at an office building on a street next to Hysan Avenue in Causeway Bay, Hong Kong Island, entering one of the offices, which was about thirty square meters.
"Damn, you're a rich kid! You have an office even before you've decided on a business venture. I never thought rich kids were so extravagant," He Zhengcheng said.
"During the financial crisis, this company went bankrupt, and it hasn't been rented out yet, so I'm occupying it for now. I might move out later," Li Mingyuan replied.
"I don't believe anyone would dare to kick you out!" Shi Hongwen exclaimed.
Through the French windows, the lighting in this room was excellent, and network cable interfaces and the like were already prepared.
"Thirty square meters, if calculated at 5 square meters per person, means we can only hire 6 people. There's not much we can do! Thinking about it, your family treats you, well, pretty well. How much is the rent for the house?" He Zhengcheng asked.
"No rent, just need to pay property management fees and utilities on time..." Li Mingyuan said.
"Really no rent?" Shi Hongwen asked.
"So they're way ahead of us at the starting line!" He Zhengcheng remarked.
"I called you here to help me brainstorm, not to loiter around!" Li Mingyuan said.
"None of us studied economics, finance, or management, so we can't give advice in that area. As for the direction of entrepreneurship, it depends on your own interests, hobbies, and professional expertise," He Zhengcheng stated.
"Well said!" Li Mingyuan commented.
"Mingyuan studied art design. How about starting from his major and helping companies design some daily necessities!" Shi Hongwen suggested.
"Good idea. Designing for others is boring. How about we go big? Do you know Muji in Japan?
How about you set up a similar company, specializing in designing creative items, entrusting Daxia Country enterprises to produce them, and then setting up an exclusive store on Hong Kong Island. If business is good, you might achieve something great," He Zhengcheng proposed.
"You want me to design, be responsible for production, and open a store? Can't you make it more complicated?" Li Mingyuan retorted without thinking.
"You can use minimalist design, focusing on the actual user experience of the product, stripping away all the clutter. Wouldn't that be simpler!" He Zhengcheng argued.
"Simple my ass! Production, transportation, sales—I have to handle all of it. Can a small company really do all that well?" Li Mingyuan scoffed.
"Then you only design and don't produce, which means you just need to find clients and try to get as many orders as possible!" Shi Hongwen suggested.
"You want me to beg people?" Li Mingyuan asked.
"Is there any business that doesn't involve asking people for things? You have family connections, so for some small businesses, people will come to you," He Zhengcheng pointed out.
"If there's really no other way, then I can only do that..." Li Mingyuan conceded.
"What do you want to do yourself?" Shi Hongwen asked.
"I dream every day!" Li Mingyuan replied.
"Dreaming will make beautiful women come to your door on their own?" He Zhengcheng teased.
"You can't, but he can..." Shi Hongwen chimed in.
"..." He Zhengcheng was instantly hit by a hundred thousand volts.
"Dreaming, then write novels, draw comics, and make movies!" Shi Hongwen suggested.
"How about you go make movies? You've just met Ge Ge, and he also wants to make movies. It shouldn't be a problem for you to work as an assistant there," He Zhengcheng offered.
"Making movies, huh? I'm not a rich boss who can just throw money to pave a path. If I develop step by step, who knows how long it will take," Li Mingyuan sighed.
"Then write novels or draw comics!" He Zhengcheng scorned this guy, a typical lazybones. If he hadn't been born into a wealthy family, he would probably be a fat otaku.
"He can't even write a good love letter, let alone a novel!" Shi Hongwen scoffed.
"He wrote a love letter?" He Zhengcheng was puzzled; how did he not know?
"Yes, he wrote a love letter to Qian Yabo, but it was so bad it was returned to him."
"Damn, when did you write it? You bastard, trying to seduce her behind my back, that's just..." He Zhengcheng fumed.
"We agreed on fair competition. I never said I had to tell you every time I contacted her!" Li Mingyuan clearly didn't care.
"Damn, I'm the only honest one. You're so devious, how the hell did someone else still get her!" He Zhengcheng exclaimed.
"If it weren't for you getting in the way, I wouldn't have been so passive!" Li Mingyuan retorted.
"You're blaming me? You're useless yourself, and you're blaming me? I'll teach you a lesson so you know how the three-eyed Horse King got his eyes," He Zhengcheng said, making a move.
"Damn, I've tolerated you for too long. Come on if you dare!" Li Mingyuan challenged.
Just as the two were about to clash, Shi Hongwen calmly dialed Qian Yabo's number.
"Hello, is this Qian Yabo? This is Shi Hongwen," Shi Hongwen said, putting the call on speaker.
"Hongwen, what's up?" Qian Yabo asked. The two people who were about to fight immediately stopped and pricked up their ears.
"Oh, it's like this: both of them miss you very much, and they're arguing about who should ask you out, so I had to call myself," Shi Hongwen explained.
"Even if you didn't call, I was going to. You're about to leave for Stanford University, right? We should at least have a farewell gathering for you," Qian Yabo said.
"That's great! We'll settle it now! When are you free?" Shi Hongwen asked. At this point, He Zhengcheng and Li Mingyuan both came closer to the phone.
"I'm not busy these next few days; I can do it anytime!" Qian Yabo replied.
"Then let's do this afternoon!" Shi Hongwen suggested.
"Sounds good! I have no problem," Qian Yabo said generously.
"I'll discuss with them where to meet and then contact you!" Shi Hongwen said.
"Okay!" Qian Yabo didn't hesitate.