CHAPTER 2032: CHAPTER 1855: SNATCHING THE SAME THING

Once.

Tang Qing said.

Five years.

The market value of the Comet Group would break two hundred billion dollars. In retrospect, that was said when Dou Jiao got married and Tang Qing went to Beijing in ’07. At the time, Chai Ren thought they’d need to crunch the deadline.

After all.

The operations of Comet Group were very transparent back then.

- Literature publishing.

- Internet video.

- Film and entertainment.

These three main businesses showed no significant explosion points.

However.

In just over a year.

The goal was halfway accomplished. Excluding scandals, the rise in stock price largely reflects the enhancement of the company’s potential, a willingness to hold shares, and this wave of upward momentum has far from ended.

Headlines.

Became the new point of ascent.

- High downloads.

- High ratings.

- High daily activity.

It’s completely a phenomenal app. If it goes smoothly, by the end of this year, Comet Group’s market value breaking one hundred fifty billion dollars seems promising, thrilling even at the thought.

The number one private enterprise in Huaxia.

However.

This isn’t the top under Tang Qing’s belt, Microcrystalline Technology is truly No.1. Its market value broke a hundred billion dollars on the day it went public, and now, driven by ’Time’, it has soared.

Though affected by the financial crisis, the market value has slightly declined.

Yet.

It still has a market value of two hundred thirty billion dollars, the potential for a major fall is minimal, it’s a Jumbo. However, what Chai Ren truly has his eyes on is Tang Qing’s third listed company—Qingyuan Technology.

Smart Space Industrial Park.

Insiders.

Are able to see its potential.

In the future.

This will be a large technology export hub, the largest platform for technology exchange and transactions in Huaxia, recognized as a local Chinese Academy of Sciences.

Technology.

Is the primary productive force.

Therefore.

It’s not excessive to view this company in high regard according to Chai Ren. The reality also shows in Qingyuan Technology’s stock price, listed on the Burmese stock, it’s already catching up with Comet Group.

At that time.

Under Tang Qing’s umbrella.

There will be three companies valued over a hundred billion dollars, with a total market value surpassing four hundred billion dollars, and soon, another member will join this family, that is Hummingbird Business Storage Group.

This enterprise.

No buffering needed.

Once the international layout is complete.

If listed.

It starts directly at a hundred billion dollars, with Ali following behind; it can also quickly achieve a leap. Thinking of this, Chai Ren can only sigh, to create such a world, Tang Qing is a genius.

...

Hours later.

"It’s cleared."

Chai Ren was overjoyed.

Two hundred thousand.

Spent two hundred thousand yuan and finally cleared this map. Looking at the ranking, it’s the world’s 1,231st clear player, but the score after clearing is not high.

One hundred nine.

Casually.

Swipe up.

One hundred two.

One hundred five.

Ninety-eight.

...

A total score of a thousand points, earning a little over a hundred, you can imagine how poor it is. It’s clearly a pay-to-win game judging by the less than five percent scored over five hundred points.

However.

Chai Ren truly doesn’t have much time to play every day.

Therefore.

Directly paid to clear the stage.

Prop.

Life.

Buy everything that can be bought, thus you can see how profitable "Warfire" is. Maps launched weekly with war scenarios, Chai Ren roughly estimates it can rake in several billion.

Too profitable.

Like snatching.

However.

It indeed feels worthwhile, the map launched yesterday, as of today, over a thousand low-score players have cleared it; with five to six days left, and long-term subsequent revenues, other game companies are envious to the extreme.

"Hmm."

Tang Qing smiled.

Not bad.

Another tens of thousands in the account.

Indeed.

RMB players are the pillars of the game.

"Done."

"Okay."

Ending the game, packing up the computer, checking the time, still four hours until arriving in Qingyan City, quite lengthy, so he took out a huge rectangular box from a cabinet.

"What’s this?" Ma Yun came closer.

"Puzzle."

While speaking.

While opening.

"What?"

"Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival?"

"..."

Upon clear view.

Instantly.

Ma Yun felt that his perception really needed to improve. Looking at the unfolded painting scroll, alright, he felt a bit disoriented, is this thousands of pieces puzzle meant to last a week?

"How many pieces?"

"Thirty thousand."

"..."

Well.

He even guessed conservatively, with densely packed pieces, Ma Yun felt that if he finished piecing them, his eyesight would become a lot more myopic. So, he sat next to Tang Qing, wanting to lend a hand.

Took a piece.

Looked at the serial number.

Matching..

Suddenly.

Halted in motion, staring in Tang Qing’s direction, only to see Tang Qing casually picking a piece, glancing at the serial number on the back, immediately placing it on the puzzle table without a hint of hesitation.

At first.

Looks a bit messy.

However.

Once linked together.

Ma Yun: "..."

What the heck!

Are we playing the same difficulty puzzles?

Evidently.

Yes.

Just the young man beside him is too extraordinary. Tang Qing focused on piecing puzzles, his brain processing things at this level has virtually no difficulty, without even the slightest delay.

Ten thousand.

No longer a challenge.

No.

Thirty thousand too, just takes more time.

Ten minutes.

"Snap!"

Ma Yun gave up.

Continuing.

It’s simply demoralizing, forget it, let’s handle things within our capabilities, like reviewing company files, making decisions, the monster’s world is better left untouched by normal people.

...

In the evening.

Inner Bido.

Airport.

A Boeing Airliner landed.

Exiting the airport.

Hmm?

"Where are the people?"

Swedish joint investigation team stood at the exit, looked around, why wasn’t anyone welcoming, according to reason, the Burmese side should send someone to pick them up, and the embassy should dispatch people.

A minute.

...

Five minutes.

...

Ten minutes.

.....

A quarter of an hour went by, faces fluctuated.

They.

Seem to have been ignored.

"What now?"

Behind.

An investigation team liaison asked the team leader. Came in a hurry, could Sweden have not notified the embassy? That might be possible too.

"Call."

"Yes."

Minutes later.

The liaison had a peculiar look.

"What’s up?"

"Domestic informed, the embassy sent people too, but apparently got detained for violation, so they had to dispatch another vehicle, thus causing some delay, it’s estimated they’ll be here in five minutes."

Alright.

Just an accident, normal.

"What about the Burmese?"

"Off work."

"..."

At this moment.

A sense of unease swept over, off work, what a perfunctory answer, it seems wanting to work overtime tonight for inquiry is impossible, the heaviness of emotion on the other side, the task is hanging in suspense.

In fact.

The investigation team didn’t really believe they’d get many leads.

This matter.

Every aspect seems bizarre, Burma clearly hiding something, if it were Sweden at home ground, some methods could still be used, but in Burma, speaking too harshly could even warrant a warning.

Forget it.

Do your best.

Soon.

The bus arrived.

Got on.

Headed towards the urban area, the night in Inner Bido, bustling; most of them were there for the first time, seeing people from all over, those unaware might even think they arrived in a developed country.