Chapter 727: Chapter 535: A Night Conversation Between Husband and Wife
When they got ho, it was already 10 p.m.
Chen An’an returned to her spacious bedroom, where the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked The Bund and the Huangpu River.
This was the main reason why their family preferred living here, and it was the one thing Tan Palace Villa could never compete with.
Her father would be forty in a few years—ti really did fly, didn’t it?
No matter how much she didn’t want to grow up, ti relentlessly continued to slip away.
The only thing Chen An’an could do, perhaps, was to grow up well.
Chen Pingsheng also returned to his room. His wife had recently developed a peculiar obsession with aerobics, despite being so young.
She spent all day muttering about how she’d beco old if she didn’t take care of herself.
Wasn’t this her specialty to begin with, anyway?
Ever since they moved into the large flat upstairs, their rooms had beco significantly more spacious.
The automatic curtains opened, and the night views of Magic City stread in under the moonlight.
Chen Pingsheng said to her, “You’ve been at it for over an hour now, haven’t you?”
“More or less.”
Song Yanxi had already finished her shower and was now following the moves displayed on the hundred-inch television screen—doing aerobics and light yoga.
“You’ve been working as a Didi driver for a few months now. Haven’t you gotten sick of it yet?”
“Hmm… It’s a bit tireso now. I’m planning to switch to another simple job.”
“Is that even necessary? You’re already a big CEO, yet you still insist on playing the part of an ordinary person every day. Isn’t that exhausting?”
“It’s absolutely necessary.”
Chen Pingsheng remarked, “Speaking of which, I need to warn you about sothing. Things are looking a bit off with Old Ma’s side lately. A lot of people shifting their large-scale assets out are facing similar issues. I won’t ddle with your finances, but don’t move all your assets overseas.”
“Got it.” Song Yanxi raised an eyebrow and asked, “Is Old Ma really in trouble?”
“Too much lilight always leads to trouble. Just rember that.”
Chen Pingsheng added, “We don’t need others to pretend we’re ordinary people, but we also absolutely cannot start thinking we’re superior to others.”
Song Yanxi stopped her exercises. The tightening controls on the transfer of large-scale assets out of the country—noteworthy but unavoidable—were increasingly evident.
This was simply how things were: earning money dostically only to spend it abroad. How could ordinary citizens ever catch a break like that?
Once the economy began to decline, the wealthy could just pack their bags and leave, while those left behind would be stuck—hoowners in debt, car owners in debt.
People who couldn’t afford a wedding because of high bride prices—yet the governnt expected them to consu and revive the economy.
Might as well just go to sleep instead; these folks were already burdened enough.
Chen Pingsheng himself couldn’t co up with any solutions. Even the massive Economic Research Institute was deeply pessimistic about the situation.
Currently, Tengying Group’s primary strategy had been to shrink investnts and maintain optimal cash flow.
This was to hedge against the possibility of an economic downturn.
Song Yanxi was already aware of this.
Aside from her Water Cloud Space project, there had been no major investnts from the entire Tengying Group in the past two years.
The sole exception was Tengfei New Energy.
For their family, Tengfei New Energy wasn’t only about profitability—it held considerable symbolic significance.
In the past, receiving an invitation from Qingbei would’ve been practically impossible for Chen Pingsheng.
But now, every top-tier business conference or political-economic forum in the country made sure to send him invitations promptly.
Whether he chose to attend was another story; being invited was a privilege in itself.
If not for this multi-billion-dollar investnt, there’d be no current prestige or status to speak of.
The shifts in Old Ma’s situation, no matter the reasons, could all ultimately be traced to the fact that the governnt was no longer supporting the internet sector.
Rember when the call for “Mass Innovation, Mass Entrepreneurship” was made? How glorious Old Ma was back then.
It was also the height of BAT’s influence.
What a pity. After so many years of internet support, it’d be absurd to claim it hadn’t contributed to society.
But to argue it made significant contributions at the top-level? That’s just nonsense.
This behemoth is responsible for crushing too many traditional industries.
Take a look now. How many people still visit physical shops nowadays?
As for Old Ma’s claim about providing eight million jobs and completing eight million employnts?
No one questioned the job creation brought by e-comrce, but it’s equally true that countless people in traditional industries lost their livelihoods because of it.
Another critical point is that many overseas countries are actively restricting the excessive growth of e-comrce.
The reasons behind this are self-evident.
In short, Old Ma’s plunge from being a legend to teetering on the edge of collapse.
It all connects back to the governnt’s shift in industrial support. When the state backed this sector, it could turn you into a legend.
But once that support is withdrawn, you realize you weren’t the one shaping the era—the era was shaping you, Old Ma.
Plenty of people understand the dynamics here, but the problem lies in getting carried away once you’ve achieved success.
This was sothing Chen Pingsheng repeatedly emphasized—you can do anything, just don’t get cocky.
Industries may rise and fall with shifts in industrial policy, but there’s only one sector that will consistently receive governnt backing.
That’s the tech industry.
It demands massive investnts, faces limitless competition risks, and benchmarks against overseas tech giants rather than dostic players.
If you want to stand out in this field, the governnt won’t just avoid restricting you—they’ll be eager to lift you up and help you soar.
At certain critical junctures, they might even mobilize national resources to help you overco barriers.
Among private enterprises, only that one company from Shenzhen has managed to achieve this.
The respect it garners is well-deserved.
Chen Pingsheng envisioned his long-term trajectory as continuing in that direction—new energy was rely the first step.
If the first step couldn’t be done well, then there was no point in thinking further ahead.
Song Yanxi pulled the blanket over herself to sleep. Sotis the couple would engage in late-night pillow talk, other tis they’d each busy themselves and even sleep in separate rooms.
Whatever felt comfortable—that’s how they lived. After all, wasn’t that the point of having money?
Their kids each had their own oversized bedrooms, let alone the two of them.
From ti to ti, Chen Pingsheng would plan the Jinshan Super Villa, for which he invested forty billion.
The overall goal was a twelve-floor structure, but the imnse scale of the investnt almost guaranteed it’d include every lifestyle facility he desired.
From the sprawling 1,000-square-ter heated pool to the rooftop Siheyuan he wanted to build, styled after the one in Capital City.
Sotis he missed the days of living in that Capital City Siheyuan.
With this one atop the new structure, the view and anities would surpass the old one many tis over.
Once this Super Villa was complete, it might even rank among the top five villas in Magic City.
It would undoubtedly be one of the highest-tier residences in Xiangjiang too—just thinking about it made him excited.
No matter how wealthy he beca, he always had a soft spot for his living space, constantly seeking to make it better.
Maybe it stemd from those days when he couldn’t afford a house.
Driving for Didi had lost its thrill. He contemplated switching to another simple job.
It couldn’t take up too much of his ti though—delivering food was out of the question.
Too cold in winter, and besides, he feared for his safety.
Driving parcel bikes or motorcycles? Far too dangerous.
With delivery services and Didi both ruled out, he had to think of other options.
Song Yanxi mischievously nudged him with her small rear—being audacious even at night clearly ant she was begging for trouble.
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