Chapter 1840

Evening.

Night fell.

In ordinary Davos, at this point, the shops are almost closed. But here in Switzerland, Davos is also a famous tourist attraction. The shopkeepers are not short of money. Do they work overtime? Never,

"happy drink!"

"Walk slowly."

"We are open all night."

"Thank you."

“。。。”

Almost a scene, in Davos town everywhere.

Bar.

Cafe.

Clubhouse.

Shops.

...

as long as there are guests, there will be no closing. There's no way. I can't stand the fact that there are too many local tyrants. Here, the billionaires are walking everywhere. When the billionaires are not as good as dogs, they can't be the same as usual.

Money?

No.

We're not for the money, we're for the reputation of the town.

Yes.

That's it. After all, these tycoons come from all over the world, where they are treated with high standards. If they want to invite friends for a drink, there are not many places and they will close down after work.

How can I do that.

Over time.

They are said to be impolite.

Of course.

Tips are also a lot. There are too many billionaires here. It's not like the deduction of ordinary tourists. In this period, the income of a day may exceed that of an ordinary week at most.

"Have you heard that Tang Qing is looking for cooperation everywhere."

"What to cooperate with?"

"Hummingbird."

"Which store company?"

"Yes, I met at least five groups of people this afternoon. The details of the cooperation are not clear, but we can be sure that there are many projects, many partners, and the total investment will be considerable."

"Big hand."

"Yes!"

"The hummingbird of China alone has invested tens of billions of yuan in it. I don't know how much it will be this time. However, with Tang Qing's wealth, even 10 billion dollars is not much."

Ten billion dollars.

More?

A lot.

But it's just a small matter for Tang Qing. Tang Qing is worth more than 200 billion dollars, and the total value of his company is more than 500 billion dollars. If he wants to invest, he will not pay for it himself.

It's all from the company.

Do hummingbirds have money?

Oh!

I don't know the growth history of hummingbirds.

Step one.

Tang Qing announced the establishment of hummingbird, and then began to make plans.

Step two.

$1.5 billion, sold to 10% of Ali.

Step three.

Obtained loans of more than 20 billion yuan from China Industrial and commercial bank.

So far.

With almost no money, Tang Qing got the hummingbird up. The empty handed way to cover the White Wolf blinded the eyes of the whole world, but they all knew that it was hard to learn.

It's not Tang Qing's worth.

The bank doesn't believe it.

There are no series of business success stories.

Ali doesn't believe it.

So.

Envy is OK, can't learn.

"Ten billion, I can see more than that."

"Ah?"

"I heard that the other side needs to help solve part of the loan in this cooperation. In my opinion, at least 15 billion US dollars has been invested in the initial stage. Tang Qingna has always liked the whole university."

"Yes!"

“。。。”

One afternoon.

This news is not a secret. Ordinary people like to watch Star gossip, but the rich like to pay attention to the trend of their peers. Tang Qing's dazzling level has already changed.

There is envy.

There is jealousy.

So much money, really want to grab a handful, most of them at this age, still in school, a day is also silly, by contrast, Tang Qing, has stood at the end.

And.

It's the end they can't touch at all.

You can see it.

It's impossible to catch up. Only to a certain extent can we know how difficult the growth of wealth will be in the later stage. If we support cloth bags on the tuyere, we will be able to fly.

In addition.

It's only a matter of time.

Good luck.

The higher the pile is, the worse the luck is. A gust of wind on the way will shrink the wealth. If the family is unlucky, it will be more difficult for them to fight for any unfilial son or inheritance.

。。。

Villa.

Living room.

"Let's go!"

Look at the time.

Tang Qing gets up. Tonight, the host has arranged a reception. Since it starts tomorrow, not all the guests are here. According to the itinerary of the forum, there will be a meeting every day.

-Have a good drink.

-Self help at the opening ceremony.

-Opening reception.

-Dinner.

-A bedtime reception.

-Lunch.

-Concert.

-Cultural party.

That's right.

There are so many arrangements for a forum. It's easy to understand that the forum is designed to serve the guests from afar with the purpose of providing exchanges among the world's top rich and political figures.

Entertainment.

Communication.

Both have to be taken into account.

Otherwise, it's too boring. Drinking, eating and eating are the best ways to get in touch with each other. In a relaxed atmosphere, friendly communication can be achieved. Tang Qingting likes this. Who is here for the meeting?

Go out.

Along the stone road, Tang Qing and Ma Yun go to the party.

Winter.

Switzerland is dark early. At less than six o'clock, the sun goes down. In the distance, the lights are shining. Tang Qing's thoughts are moving. The field of vision in front of him becomes brighter, but it's not as bright as in the daytime.

Good visibility during the day.

But it snows here.

It's not very comfortable to look at the vast expanse of white, but now in the field of vision, it's just to make the dark invisible place visible, just like... Watch the night mode of mobile text.

Far away.

It's the shadow of countless activities.

Most people are blue, some are red, and some are green, corresponding to different identities. The lineages of the cooperative families we are looking for are all marked with light purple.

Come to the place.

Send the invitation.

"Welcome, Mr. Tang."

"Please."

It's also the venue of last year's cocktail party. The hall is densely packed with people, in groups of three, five and one, talking in a low voice and in circles. It's very interesting to touch, integrate and separate here.

Take a glass of wine.

"Ma Zong, armor."

Tang Qing raised his glass gently and said with a smile.

This week.

I have to be busy.

"Go to battle."

Ma Yun laughs.

Then.

Two yellow skinned men have integrated into this noisy Vanity Fair. Tang Qing doesn't have a clear purpose. Otherwise, when talking about one, you don't have to look for it. Go straight to the next.

It's weird.

So.

In addition to the target task.

Old friends.

New friends.

There are many new faces this year, because many people don't come every year, some come every other year, some change, and Tang Qing takes them seriously.

Good.

Make a friend.

Not good.

I'm familiar with you.

Last year.

Ma Yun didn't follow Tang Qing, just heard that Tang Qing is good at social intercourse.

This year.

Now.

He finally knows what a good at is. Old friends don't even need to think about it. Their names come out immediately. Some are still friendly nicknames, not pure names.

Chatting.

Current affairs.

Economy.

Entertainment.

Sports.

Delicious food.

Travel.

...

what the other party is interested in can be easily twirled. Even the results of the competition held in a small town in another country can be analyzed to make sense. The other party is very happy because it is sponsored by the other party.

Trough!

Trough!

Ma Yun feels that he can't keep up with the rhythm at all!