Chen Cheng had seen the situation with poverty scholarships back when he was in college.

People who usually used the latest iPhones and wore Nikes suddenly jumped out.

They each tried to sound more pitiful than the last, and if they didn't get selected, they would give the class cadre attitude.

Later, the year Chen Cheng himself was class monitor, it just so happened that there were enough spots in the class, so he directly called the students who applied together and told them to split it evenly, without ranking them first, second, or third.

This also avoided having to give speeches and canvass for votes.

Chen Cheng had also thought about what to do if there were more applicants than spots.

If there were five or six spots and one extra person, it was fine; splitting it evenly wouldn't mean a difference of more than a hundred or two yuan, and everyone could still save face.

But if there were many applicants, Chen Cheng had no good solution and could only arrange for speeches and voting to decide the ownership of the first, second, and third-class scholarships.

Coming to the school this time, Chen Cheng had anticipated that if he didn't donate anything, it might be hard to justify on the surface.

The principal was very happy; ten million a year could basically subsidize the living expenses of thousands of impoverished students.

It wasn't much money, but for the school, it was a good start.

In fact, whether at home or abroad, alumni donations were an important part of school funding.

Even in some overseas universities, the vast majority of funding came from foundations donated by alumni.

After leaving the school, Chen Guosheng was driving, and Chen Cheng sat in the back seat looking out the window, pondering the plot of Golden Years.

Jiang Nansun came from a well-off family, was pampered, and had a gentle yet resilient personality.

Zhu Suosuo had lived with her uncle since she was young; she was clever, sensible, and sophisticated.

He was also wondering where he should check in.

Jingyan Group or the Old Western-style house on Fuxing Road where Jiang Nansun lived.

Jingyan Group was not a company that appeared out of nowhere.

From the moment Chen Cheng returned to the country and researched listed companies in Hong Kong Island, he had already discovered this giant in the real estate industry.

To this day, Jingyan was still a real estate giant with a market value exceeding 180 billion and total assets exceeding 750 billion.

Of course, real estate was a heavy-asset industry, and Jingyan's debt scale was as high as 560 billion.

In other words, Jingyan's net assets were basically on par with its market value.

This was very much in line with the characteristics of real estate stocks.

Chen Cheng called out to Chen Guosheng and found a bar.

He didn't want to go back anywhere right now; he just wanted some peace and quiet.

He hadn't even dealt with Qiao Jingjing yet, and now he had run into Jiang Nansun and Zhu Suosuo.

To be honest, he liked them all.

Chen Cheng walked into the bar and found a random seat on the side of the counter where the lights were slightly dim.

He waved at the bartender.

Sir, what would you like to drink?

Chen Cheng glanced casually at the liquor shelf, Open a bottle of Yamazaki 12-year.

Sir, would you like it neat or with something?

Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow, With ice.

The bartender quickly brought an unopened bottle of new liquor and a whiskey glass with ice cubes, placing it in front of Chen Cheng.

He opened the bottle, poured a glass, and said, Sir, please enjoy. The bartender nodded with a smile and returned to his position.

Chen Cheng picked up the glass and took a sip, suddenly remembering his cheap senior brother, Miao Che.

If he remembered correctly, Jingyan also had his doppelgänger—Yang Ke.

Chen Cheng smiled at the corner of his mouth; his cheap senior brother's haughty temperament seemed to be the same wherever he went.

Chen Cheng rolled his eyes and gave Miao Che a call.

Hey, Senior Brother, how have you been lately?

On the other end of the line, Miao Che raised an eyebrow, Junior Brother, it's rare for you to call me.

Chen Cheng smiled, Want to come out for a drink?

Miao Che shook his head and laughed, Not today, I'm on a business trip in City Name.

If you have something to say, just say it; we're not outsiders.

Miao Che dropped the audit documents in his hand and walked to the window.

A busy person like Chen Cheng wouldn't visit without a reason; he definitely wouldn't be calling so late for no reason.

Chen Cheng laughed and got straight to the point: How about it, Senior Brother, come work for me?

As long as you agree, Senior Brother, the Group Audit Department will be yours.

Miao Che looked at the endless stream of traffic outside the window, pondering Chen Cheng's words.

Actually, this wasn't the first time he had been tempted.

But he had always been unable to let go of the career, or rather, the position, he had fought so many years for.

At his current position, one more step up would mean entering the head office's audit department as deputy director.

But it seemed that was the end of the line. And whether he could advance any further, no one could say for sure.

Going to work for Chen Cheng basically meant betting entirely on True Sincerity or the speed of Chen Cheng's growth.

After yesterday's report, Miao Che also realized that Chen Cheng's True Sincerity was already beginning to show its edge in the capital market.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Chen Cheng continued to boast, The group has three subsidiaries, and the management scale has already exceeded 16 billion, in US dollars.

Miao Che's eyes narrowed, 16 billion... Miao Che roughly calculated the management scale of True Sincerity from public information.

It seems Junior Brother still has quite a few non-public projects.

Chen Cheng smiled mysteriously and didn't offer too much explanation.

The more mysterious it was, the more room for imagination there was.

Chen Cheng smacked his lips and turned to talk about something else, I'm preparing a new Artificial Intelligence project recently.

For the angel round, I invested 300 million US dollars myself, holding a 30% stake.

Miao Che's mouth twitched; you capitalists really know how to play.

Injecting 300 million to hype up a shell unicorn with a valuation of 1 billion.

Chen Cheng continued, In the future, I will devote more energy to this project.

The group side needs someone stable like you, Senior Brother, to help me ensure everything goes smoothly.

Chen Cheng took the opportunity to pitch his Artificial Intelligence project to Miao Che.

He had already managed to fool Li Fei, and now, as he tried to fool Miao Che, he felt more and more confident as he spoke.

Hearing him finish, Miao Che felt his blood boiling, Are you sure your technology is currently leading the industry across the board?

Chen Cheng didn't hesitate, Of course. Otherwise, I wouldn't be investing money and getting involved personally.

Senior Brother, with my net worth, do you think I would take risks if I weren't sure?

Miao Che's mouth twitched; Chen Cheng was right.

A successful investor like him wouldn't gamble his life and wealth unless he had a sure-fire plan.

Miao Che thought for a moment and made a decision, Let's talk about your conditions.

Chen Cheng raised the corner of his mouth; done deal.

The two chatted for a while and then hung up the phone.

The treatment would be referenced against Zhao Hui; the two were at the same level internally, only Zhao Hui had performance bonuses.

Miao Che's performance bonus wasn't easy to calculate, so Chen Cheng simply painted a picture of equity incentives.

Miao Che knew in his heart that equity incentives were definitely a pie in the sky for the short term.

However, as long as Chen Cheng mentioned it, it would be a bargaining chip in the future.

Chen Cheng took a sip of wine, and the smile on his lips widened.

Miao Che was in the Audit Department, Zhao Hui was at Jin Chen, and even Tao Wuji was over there.

If the holding company started operating formally, Jin Chen would definitely be renamed.

Once Miao Che was in place, the group's transition from shell to real operations would happen this year.

The city had really been hollowed out by him, leaving only Su Jianren behind.

Chen Cheng frowned; he suddenly felt he was being a bit biased.

After all, they were buddies who went for foot massages together; completely ignoring his survival seemed a bit unjustifiable.

After thinking about it, he sent a message to Su Jianren, warning him not to get too close to Wu Xianlong.

As for whether he listened or not, that was his own business.

If he thought too highly of himself and couldn't take Chen Cheng's advice at all, then he was courting death, and he couldn't blame his buddy.