Jiang Chen pushed the responsibility of signing contracts with major companies to Xia Shiyu, but it didn't mean he could be free from all social engagements. At the end of this business forum, as the host, of course, he had to go on stage again to offer a closing speech and shake hands with every visitor at the door of the venue.
"Hello, Mr. Jiang." A young man with a smile walked up and extended his hand from a distance.
Jiang Chen looked unfamiliar, so he shook his hand and asked in confusion.
"You are?"
"I'm Ye Ziqi, the president of Ye Group. I've heard a lot about Mr. Jiang. Although I signed a cooperation agreement with you, it's a pity that I didn't get to see you just now, so I wanted to say hello to you. "Ye Ziqi shook Jiang Chen's hand and smiled gracefully.
It turned out to be someone from the Ye family.
Carefully searching through his memory, the Ye Group seemed to be engaged in aerospace engines and industrial machine tools. It was also a listed company with a state-owned background with a market value of more than 50 billion. Before the Outer Space Resources Development Forum was held, they had contacted Celestial Trade many times.
It seemed that Hua's higher-ups had made a deal with them. They were quite interested in the ion thruster propulsion technology and ion jet cutting technology of the Stingray P-1 and even offered a sky-high price of 10 billion RMB. However, the two sides failed to reach an agreement on the transfer of technology. In the end, they settled for the RM-320 rocket engine that Celestial Trade once sold to Russia.
The material used in the combustion chamber that could withstand 500 atmospheres of pressure, the engine design that could reach a terrifying 1: 300 thruster ratio, and aviation fuel that was several times stronger than dimethylhydrazine … Although the era of chemical rockets was over, these technologies could be used in aviation engines used in missiles and airplanes.
Since Jiang Chen could sell the RM-320 to the Russians, he certainly wouldn't be stingy to sell it to Hua companies with a wider market. For this technology, the Ye family also put in a lot of effort. They took out 7.5% of Ye Group's shares in exchange for the RM-320 engine and related technical information.
Although Ye Group's annual profit was only about 2 billion RMB, after obtaining the full set of RM-320 technology, its future appreciation was expected to be quite astonishing. They not only produced aerospace rocket engines but also military projects such as missiles and airplanes. Future Group was equivalent to buying shares with technology, but because it involved sensitive projects, these shares only had the right to receive dividends and could not be sold in the secondary market within two years.
Jiang Chen hid his sudden realization behind a smile, shook his hand in a friendly manner, and said with a pleasant expression.
"Mr. Ye, you're too humble. It's our honor to work with you to develop the vast Chinese market."
They did not exchange many pleasantries. After exchanging a few words, Ye Ziqi took the initiative to bid farewell to him. The rookie of the Ye family left a good impression on Jiang Chen, at least better than Ye Yunfei. This also changed the image of the new generation of the Ye family in Jiang Chen's mind.
Not all disciples of aristocratic families were idiots.
Then he sent away a few more groups of guests. Facing the empty venue and the cleaning staff shuttling back and forth, Jiang Chen let out a sigh of relief, pulled a chair, and sat down.
At this time, a glass of water was handed to him.
Jiang Chen looked up and met Xia Shiyu's eyes.
Her black hair was tied up behind her head, and her face was painted with light makeup. Her eyes were as clear as water, which made her look adorable. Dressed in a natural and unrestrained black business suit, it couldn't hide her natural beauty at all. Instead, it added to her temperament of a white-collar lady.
Xia Shiyu smiled softly and said softly, "You must be tired. Come and have a glass of water."
Jiang Chen paused for a moment and didn't take the glass of water. Instead, he pinched his eyebrows as if he was seeing an illusion.
"It seems that I'm really tired."
Xia Shiyu paused for a moment, then immediately understood the meaning of Jiang Chen's words. She suddenly glared at him angrily and forced the glass of water into his hand. "If you don't want to drink it, then don't drink it."
Jiang Chen took the glass with a grin and took a sip.
"That's more like you."
"What are you saying? Can't I be gentle and considerate?" Sitting across from Jiang Chen, Xia Shiyu raised her eyebrows and muttered with her mouth pouting.
If other people in the company saw the usually meticulous CEO Xia reveal such a girlish side, their glasses would probably shatter to pieces. However, Jiang Chen knew very well that this was how she usually looked when she was relaxed.
The unapproachable expression was just a camouflage of excessive self-protection.
"Of course not." Jiang Chen took a sip of water and put the glass aside. "How was the harvest?"
When it came to work, Xia Shiyu's mouth proudly curved up. "A total of 130 billion Xin New Dollars was signed. The extra money is even enough to build another Penglai City."
Jiang Chen shook his head and said, "One Penglai City is enough. There's no rush to repay the tens of billions of loans from Future Bank. The space elevator has been completed, and investors are quite confident in us. I'll pay half of it first, and the rest of the money will be invested in our lunar colony. "
"You don't seem surprised?"
"Surprised about what?"
"That's 130 billion Xin New Dollars. If converted into US Dollar, it's nearly 150 billion US Dollar, and it's pure cash." When Xia Shiyu said this, her expression was quite emotional.
150 billion US Dollar.
Four years ago, she never thought she would have such achievements one day. If she didn't meet him, her best situation would be to become a project manager of a small company. She would have to worry about a project of ten to twenty thousand US Dollar and convince all kinds of strange clients to stay calm …
"It's only 130 billion Xin New Dollars." Looking at the fascinated Xia Shiyu, Jiang Chen smiled. "In fact, after the establishment of the Xin Reserve, money is just a number for us."
If someone else said this, Xia Shiyu would only think he was pretending, but when Jiang Chen said this, she didn't feel that way at all. Instead, she felt that he was just stating a normal fact.
Even the amount of banknotes printed in this country was up to him. What was money if not a number for him?
Of course, although that was the case, the banknote printing machine wasn't something he could simply open. The issuance of banknotes required special procedures to be approved, and the news must be made public one to half a month in advance. The banknotes printed belonged to the Xin Reserve and could only be provided in the form of loans to Future Bank and other banks registered in Xin.
Printing too much banknotes would cause inflation. If there was no open and transparent regulatory mechanism, the monetary system itself would not be able to obtain enough credit to be recognized by its citizens and even the international community.
Xia Shiyu pouted. She didn't want to see Jiang Chen's smug look, so she turned her head and snorted.
"Well, Mr. Richest Man in the World, now you are as rich as a country. So, what is your next goal? "
She raised the cup in her hand and used it as a microphone to put it under Jiang Chen's nose.
Hearing this question, Jiang Chen smiled and reached out to hold her cold little hand.
"Change the world."
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