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In business, profit is paramount, and the lines between success and failure can often blur. For instance, if Jinhai Industries secured a bid at sixty billion, the profit might not justify Liu Xiang's long journey to Magellanic Planet for negotiations. What appears as victory could very well be a defeat.
For Jufeng, despite the tremendous effort to seize this substantial opportunity, whether he can fully digest it remains debatable. Thus, after spending over a decade in the competitive business arena, Tony chose an ambitious word to praise Jufeng—"the fearless spirit of youth," which aptly describes his tenacity.
Jufeng understood that reaching this stage of the deal did not equate to true success. He had already formulated his next steps in his mind. As he left the Huankezhao building, admiring what was touted as the most luxurious pedestrian street in the universe, he instructed Bill to arrange a clandestine meeting with none other than Liu Xiang, who had just been his fierce competitor.
The reasoning was straightforward: fifty billion was a massive share that Zongheng Express would struggle to absorb within a year or two. Huankezhao needed long-term partners; although next year's collaboration wouldn't require such a hefty sum, it would still involve significant figures. Jufeng feared that Washing City might face cash flow issues relying solely on the old man's inheritance from the bank. He couldn't allow products to pile up on his hands, so he planned to offload forty percent of the volume at sixty percent of the price to share with Jinhai Industries.
This was a win-win collaboration, and he wasn't worried about Jinhai Industries declining. Firstly, understanding human nature, Liu Xiang would return empty-handed and embarrassed; who wouldn't want to achieve something? Having even a little is better than having nothing at all. Secondly, Zongheng Express would handle transportation, saving Jinhai Industries considerable hassle. Despite Liu Xiang's grandstanding in meetings, if they secured the bid, they would have to return to Earth nervously with their limited armed forces and likely spend a fortune hiring mercenaries. All these factors combined made it far more complicated than just fifty billion. As Jufeng anticipated, it wasn't long before Bill called with good news; Liu Xiang hesitated briefly but made two calls before agreeing. When signing the contract, the burly man even inquired about Brother Jufeng. Jufeng merely smiled calmly; he understood that sense of camaraderie among heroes.
After calculations and negotiations, Jufeng effectively acquired sixty percent of the share at forty percent of the price. Transportation costs were unavoidable, so he had indeed made a significant profit. After hanging up, he took Chuyang's hand and strolled down the pedestrian street, feeling a sense of accomplishment.
The street was wide and long—not just for show—many top-tier companies were establishing their roots here, prompting government expansions until it reached its current scale. Although night had fallen and darkness enveloped the area, it remained brightly lit as various neon signs illuminated the surroundings. Countless handsome men and beautiful women mingled about; Jufeng felt like just another face in the crowd—not standing out nor struggling.
This feeling was wonderful.
Having lived for twenty years—or perhaps even less—Jufeng was only recently maturing into himself. After learning to walk as a child, he was sent to Yanhuang City; entering this new world felt like plunging into water where he quickly transformed into a formidable dragon. However, in Yanhuang City, while masters obsessed with martial arts imparted profound wisdom, their teachings often felt esoteric and disconnected from the vibrant world outside. Although gifted with talent, Jufeng resembled high-end ornaments locked away in a cabinet—vulnerable to life's storms.
As he grew older and returned from Yanhuang City to Earth, encountering his biological father was challenging for him. The atmosphere of life there contrasted sharply with that of Yanhuang City; thus, Jufeng isolated himself. His father was steeped in materialistic ideals that clashed with Jufeng's upbringing in Yanhuang City, leading them down divergent paths. While Jufeng closed himself off from others in Beijing's circles—filled mostly with second-generation elites—he often found himself embroiled in conflicts due to his temperament and skills. Initially puzzled by why children in Beijing were so delicate that even minor confrontations led to dramatic reactions, he eventually met Flower Snow Moon—a kindred spirit—and together they became notorious figures in Beijing's social scene; even those from privileged backgrounds would avoid them out of fear.
As time passed, Jufeng began adapting to the different atmosphere outside Yanhuang City and started understanding why so many rushed about for money as if their lives depended on it. However, understanding did not equate acceptance; thus he repeatedly demonstrated through actions that one could live well without idolizing wealth. Unfortunately, no one seemed to notice him. Eventually deciding to run away from home and escape the noise of life, he found himself near Washing City by the sea.
Everything seemed destined; after wandering for so many years, he ultimately could not escape money's grasp. His initial intentions may have changed over time, but no one could comfort him—he could only slowly come to terms with it himself.
Jufeng sat on the edge of a flowerbed, reflecting quietly on his somewhat absurd life. In his hand was a red flower he had just picked, and he gazed at Jufeng's face, gentle yet stern, wondering what kind of worldly affairs could carve such a theatrical figure.
“Daddy, are you sad?” Chuyang asked timidly.
Jufeng snapped back to reality and placed his not-so-large hand on Chuyang's head, smiling as he replied, “Why would you ask that, Chuyang?”
After a moment of hesitation, Chuyang said, “I see tears sparkling in your eyes.”
Jufeng was taken aback for a moment but then burst into joyful laughter. He affectionately pulled Chuyang into his embrace and planted a kiss on her clean forehead, saying, “Where? It's just the wind and sand here; they blew into my eyes.”
Once, during a snowstorm in the capital, Jufeng had said something similar—damn it, the wind and sand were indeed fierce here!
Chuyang nestled in Jufeng's arms, her delicate face showing a rare blush that only women typically display. It seemed she was afraid Jufeng would notice her expression, so she shyly tilted her head up at a forty-five-degree angle to gaze at the sky.
“Daddy is so silly; there’s no wind and sand here.”
(To be continued)
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