Chapter 890: Chapter 671: Technology and Industry
The group doesn’t have too many expenses this year.
The money that needed to be spent was basically all used up last year.
After all, back in 2022, he cashed out all his Tesla shares, and it turned out to be the right move.
Compared to NVIDIA, Tesla’s appreciation potential is still considerably lower.
As for Google, that’s a long-term, stable, healthy stock. Unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t cash that out either.
Chen Pingsheng reassessed the major assets in his hands. After Tang Jing told him the group wasn’t recruiting new hires this year, many universities were rather disappointed.
In addition, Tengying Group had invested billions to establish a managent academy, which this year invited him to give a comncent speech at the beginning of the sester.
The main reason being, well, the first three-year cycle of the managent academy was almost over, and many of the first batch of students were about to graduate. As the founder and honorary principal, he hadn’t given a single public lecture there yet.
It always felt like he didn’t pay enough attention to that side.
It’s not really that. The main issue is that too many places and occasions want him to give a speech these days. If he wanted to, he could literally talk from the start of the year to the end.
To many people, this sort of thing is a big deal—it’s prestigious. But to him, it’s honestly just aningless.
Given his status, he can speak honestly, but not casually.
For example, right now, he can’t tell others that the dostic market environnt is no longer suitable for small-scale entrepreneurship.
Couples working together can still barely scrape by to support their families and live decently.
But if they want to make big money, that hope has already dwindled to near zero.
Even his early-founded Dream Fund no longer invests in small projects. The focus has shifted to large enterprises and major projects.
In such circumstances, encouraging entrepreneurship and promoting the idea that “hardship builds character” isn’t motivational—it’s just setting people up to be suckers.
Among those who give public speeches, the boldest and most articulate has always been Mr. Ma.
Just look at where he is now; he’s practically vanished from the dostic scene.
In Magic City, countless economic forums and renowned university lectures have wanted him to attend throughout the year, but he’s turned them all down.
“Boss, the planning departnt wants to ask if we’re holding the Lantern Festival gala this year?”
“Let’s do it, and try to make it lively if possible,”
Chen Pingsheng said, “Now that we’re past the illness, no matter what it’s still good news.”
Alright then… Tang Jing, the little secretary, has another big task to handle.
A few days passed, and Chen An’an returned from Sichuan.
This ti, she brought back quite a few gifts and shared many fascinating stories about her trip.
Things like the super adorable giant pandas, Qingcheng Mountain, Taikooli, and so on.
Er Piya was envious, itching to take off to Sichuan herself.
The days drifted by, and soon it was Lantern Festival.
During this ti, Chang Fu dropped by once, beating himself up about it.
Regretting that during NVIDIA’s dip, he hadn’t gotten in at all.
He hesitated, waffled, and ended up picking a bunch of garbage stocks—now he’s utterly miserable.
When the stock market’s thriving, everyone is a stock god. When the market’s down, everyone turns into a loser god.
Luckily, Chen Pingsheng himself has been consistently focused on industry stocks, never short-term—always long-term.
Over the years, with the explosive growth in renewable energy and the firestorm around AI industries, he’s been raking it in generously.
On Lantern Festival, Tengying Group held its Lantern Festival gala in Golden Mountain.
These days it’s not easy being a boss; you even have to sing for the employees.
Chen Pingsheng pulled several senior executives together, singing one line after another. As long as there were enough people, no one could tell who sang well or badly.
The marketing gala was exceptionally lively, also serving as encouragent for the group to thrive again this year.
After the Lantern Festival gala ended, Chen Pingsheng sent Chen An’an off to school—she was already in her second sester of high school freshman year.
The dormitory arrangent was still the sa four girls as before. Chen Pingsheng drove a custom Passat model specifically for chauffeuring girls, leisurely trailing behind a parade of luxury cars.
On the way, he kept nagging the spoiled brat, “An’an, you really need to work hard, alright?”
“If you don’t, you’ll only end up having to go to Harvard for college.”
Ninth grade is relatively easy, but when it cos to the twelfth grade, the pressure mounts—not just for students, but for countless parents accompanying them.
Many students develop depression, concentrated mainly in their final year.
To put it plainly, it’s just too much pressure.
Chen An’an’s ability to handle stress is beyond ordinary. “Co on, all those years of being third-to-last? You think that title ca without effort?”
Anything can beat her—except grades.
Do well in exams, and she’d proudly announce to everyone, “I, Chen An’an, just didn’t study before. But if I put my heart into it, Qingbei or 211 admissions are no sweat.”
Do poorly? She’d pull off a Praying Mantis Fist routine for a guaranteed special admission to Qingbei. Walking the specialized talent route to a prestigious school wouldn’t be an issue.
You wonder why these top schools always have so many special quota admissions—people just don’t state it outright.
Where doesn’t have office politics and nepotism?
Prestigious schools rely on their students’ future achievents to reap huge benefits. Who can say the top student in class will definitely outperform the worst-off rich heir in the future?
You go work a job; I go inherit the family business. That puts us on entirely different playing fields.
So, Chen An’an’s choice of university in the future ultimately depends on her own preferences. With her dad’s current clout, she could go anywhere she wanted, and the university of her choice would promptly open its doors wide for her.
That’s the power of generational influence.
When enrolling at school, Chen An’an kept cheering herself on, promising to rely on herself.
If she really couldn’t manage, relying on dad wasn’t shaful either, huh?
Er Piya had it easier. She’d never fallen short in anything since childhood—except her grades, which have always been unbeatable.
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