"Forget it, forget it, buying Apple has no real benefits, and it would require manpower and effort to manage. There's no need for that!" Zhang nglong shook his head, unaware that Cook's company had just narrowly escaped a takeover crisis.
"Ah, after being so busy these days, and only spending a few billion US dollars, it's really exhausting!" Zhang nglong plumped down on the couch.
During this period, he had acquired Weibo and Tengxun Music. It seed as though a lot of money had been spent, but under his father's rules, acquisitions, charitable acts, and gifts were not counted as expenditures.
And the actual expenditures were only on purchasing copyrights and recruiting teams and staff.
So far, the only significant expense had been buying a batch of equipnt for Jiangnan University of Science and Technology and investing in experintal projects.
Of course, Zhang nglong could follow the sa approach, as investing in scientific research is the fastest way to burn through cash, but most scientific research projects are conducted at universities. If Zhang nglong were to invest in other schools, his alma mater would never be able to stand out.
There really was no need for that, especially since he hoped his school could beco the new Ivy League of the country.
As for other projects, most of them are national-level projects, and the country isn't short of money.
Building airplanes, aircraft carriers, rockets... forget it, forget it, if he dared to build those, he might end up under investigation tomorrow.
It's not that Zhang nglong particularly feared an investigation, but he disliked trouble.
"Forget it, there's no rush, take it slow," Zhang nglong thought. It had only been two months since he inherited the fortune, and he had already spent half of it. The remaining thirty billion US dollars would inevitably be gone within a year, and that ancestral Music College wasn't going anywhere.
"Alright, if you want to stay, you can sleep here tonight. If you want to leave, it's up to you. I'm going to play gas," Zhang nglong said to Wang Ling.
"Then I'll mooch a al off you here!" Wang Ling said with a giggly laugh.
"Strange, why hasn't she logged on yet?" Zhang nglong opened the ga and saw that Lu Yiyao's avatar was greyed out. They had agreed to play a ga together tonight.
According to Lu Yiyao's habits, if sothing ca up, she would have definitely inford Zhang nglong in advance. She would even report if she was just going to use the bathroom or take a shower. This was sowhat unusual.
"Could sothing have happened?" Zhang nglong suddenly had a bad premonition, "I should have noted down her roommates' contact information earlier."
"Mr. Zhang!" Just then, Hong Yi's voice ca from outside Zhang nglong's door.
"What's the matter?" Zhang nglong asked, sounding less friendly, his mood poor.
"Miss Lu seems to have run into so trouble," Hong Yi said.
"What? What happened?" Zhang nglong's face darkened instantly.
"Miss Lu has been preparing for her graduation concert recently, and her assigned advisor has so questionable morals."
"Why didn't you tell
about this sooner?" Zhang nglong had long heard about the questionable ethics of many university professors, who see their students rely as free labor and continually exploit them. In recent years, there have been countless graduate and doctoral students who have succumbed to the pressure.
But Zhang nglong hadn't expected that a Music College professor could also be such a person.
"Actually, Miss Lu's roommate wanted to tell you, but she was worried about worrying you, so she didn't let us, which is why I didn't dare to tell you either."
"Her advisor is using graduation as a threat against Miss Lu..."
"What an idiot!" Zhang nglong knew that Lu Yiyao was soone who always considered things from other people's perspectives. No matter what she did, she always thought of others first and herself last.
"Mr. Zhang, should we make that person disappear directly?" Hong Yi asked, saying sothing so astonishing that Zhang nglong could hardly believe his ears.
"What... what do you an by that?" Such lines, Zhang nglong had only ever heard in novels and TV shows. To make soone disappear, he knew what that implied.
"The person responsible for Miss Lu's protection is nearby. If you give the go-ahead, that scumbag of a teacher can vanish from the world without anyone knowing what happened, including Miss Lu."
"How is this possible?" Zhang nglong suddenly felt a chill down his spine, "Could it be that there are assassins among our people?"
"Wait, you're saying soone is still protecting Yiyi?" Zhang nglong suddenly realized this crucial point, yet he had never issued such an order, and Hong Yi had never ntioned it to him before.
"To Gusu now!" No matter what, Zhang nglong could no longer stay in the Magic Capital. He wished he could appear by Lu Yiyao's side imdiately, "We'll talk about it slowly later!"
"Yes, Mr. Zhang, your private helicopter is ready to depart at any ti."
"Leave now!"
Zhang nglong hastily put on a jacket, exuding an intimidating presence that made him seem inaccessible as he walked out of the room.
"Old Zhang, where are you off to so late?" Wang Ling held a cup of Dahongpao taro bubble tea in one hand and a roasted chicken leg in the other, eating ssily.
"I'm off to beat soone up!"
"Holy shit, what's going on?" It was the first ti Wang Ling had seen Zhang nglong this angry. He knew better than to ask further questions. He wasn't worried about Zhang nglong getting into trouble; he was worried about the person who had angered him, wondering if their body would be found floating in the Huangpu River the next day.
"Then you better go and co back early," Wang Ling said, as if compelled by so force.
At the top of the villa was a small helipad. The helicopter wasn't large but could comfortably accommodate five or six people. If more space was desired, one would have to go to the nearest airport, but Zhang nglong clearly didn't have the patience to wait any longer.
With the whirring of the propellers, the aircraft vanished into the night sky, heading straight for Gusu.
"Mr. Zhang, you don't have to worry too much. Miss Lu is fine," Hong Yi said. "If Miss Lu's safety were threatened, even without your approval, protecting her safety is our top priority, and everything else is secondary."
Hearing this, Zhang nglong felt slightly relieved. The most important thing was that Lu Yiyao was unhard.
"Tell
about this bodyguard matter," Zhang nglong said. "Also, how did you find out about the incident in Gusu City so quickly? Did you have soone follow her?"
"Mr. Zhang, you have misunderstood. The Zhang Family's information network spans the globe, covering politics, business, the military. None of that escapes our surveillance," Hong Yi explained. "If any country is about to undertake military action, the mont the order is issued, your intelligence organization will be aware of it."
"Is it that powerful?" Zhang nglong was sowhat surprised, "Is this better than the FBI?"
"Mr. Zhang, you're underestimating the power at your disposal," Hong Yi said. "If you wanted to know what color underwear the Arican President is wearing today, it would be no problem, or even how many grains of rice he ate for a al. If you want to know, you could get the most accurate information imdiately."
"Isn't that a bit exaggerated?" While it's feasible to investigate the color of a President's underwear, to know how many grains of rice soone eats - would soone count them for you?
"Mr. Zhang, do you believe that there are so special people in the world?"
"Hahaha, are you talking about Kan Rider, Ultraman, the Giant, Thor, Iron Man?" Zhang nglong laughed. "You know I'm in a bad mood and you tell
this kind of joke to lighten the atmosphere?"
"Mr. Zhang, there are so things that we feared would be too much for you to bear, so we didn't tell you. Now, with Miss Lu's situation, there are so things that you should know."
"What? Besides the 5000 years of history my family has, there are other secrets?" Zhang nglong suddenly felt that Hong Yi's tone wasn't joking.
"Ye Yin, co out."
"Huh? Ye Yin? Who are you calling for?" Zhang nglong's face was filled with question marks. Besides him and Hong Yi, there was only the helicopter pilot on board, but he rembered that the pilot's na seed to be Ma Yue.
Just then, Zhang nglong felt the hair on his body stand on end. In the seat behind him, where there had been nobody, now sat a person who appeared to be in their late twenties, like a ghost suddenly appearing as a chilling voice echoed in his ear.
"Ye Yin greets Mr. Zhang."
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