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Chapter 960

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For the next few days, Chen Guang was deeply immersed in being a student and a professor at the same time, unable to extricate himself. As he expected, as long as it was an elective course in a small language, he would be entangled by the teachers and students in that classroom.

The teachers could use the time in class to pretend to let him answer the questions, but in fact, they were all using their positions for personal gain.

The students could only find ways to add his "Find Chen Guang for Learning Foreign Languages" harem group.

During this period, there was an interlude. The dean of the School of Foreign Languages dragged the newly appointed Vice President to find him, and shamelessly tried to let him directly teach in the School of Foreign Languages!

Chen Guang refused at that time. Are you kidding me? Do I look like a teacher?

I'd rather play games than run to the podium to give a lecture, okay?

Do I look like I'm very free?

But he finally gave in.

From now until the final exam, he didn't need to go to the classroom for the eight elective courses in small languages, nor did he need to take attendance. He didn't even need to take the exam. He just needed to give a full score without any explanation.

He only needed to give a lecture at the end of the semester, and he could talk about any content in the public course.

In addition, the School of Foreign Languages also prepared a place for him as an honorary professor!

At that time, Chen Guang couldn't stay calm, and the Vice President also couldn't sit still. After all, the school had publicly criticized Chen Guang for skipping classes last week and recorded a demerit on his record.

This was what the Foreign Language School's Dean said, "The World's Language Conference is a global academic event, and anyone that can rank amongst the top in the World's Language Conference is an outstanding figure in the world of linguistics. All of them can be considered as grandmaster-level scholars. Not to mention that Chen Guang has undeniable academic achievements, and he's the champion of the World's Language Conference. With his knowledge, our School of Foreign Languages of Gokyo University can invite him as an honorary professor, and that's because of his light. Headmaster, you might not know this, but I heard that Yale and Cambridge, these world-renowned universities, have just finished discussing and are preparing to publicly send an invitation to Chen Guang! "

Chen Guang, who was listening at the side, was immediately overjoyed. He took out his mobile phone and planned to make a call to inquire about this matter. There was no other reason. The title of an honorary professor of an Ivy League school. With this title, he could take it home and ask his father to make a plaque. He could guarantee that his father would be so happy that his mouth would split from the back of his head. He could boast from East Street to West Street in Lelai County.

After all, the demerit he got last week had really pissed him off. He needed to let him recover quickly.

Seeing Chen Guang's movement, the Dean and the Vice President of the School of Foreign Languages were startled and immediately stopped him.

The two of them tried their best to persuade this world-class scholar to stay.

The dean was drenched in cold sweat. He had accidentally let the cat out of the bag, and this fellow had almost jumped to the Ivy League. Who the hell would have thought that this lunatic would have such a broad train of thought? Just give him a little color, and he would go to heaven?

Where is your patriotism?

Where is your moral integrity?

As a result, after Chen Guang became the first celebrity student of Gokyo University to have a public demerit, he once again became the first undergraduate student to become an honorary professor during the demerit period.

He was simply born to create history.

With a satisfied mind, Chen Guang walked out of the office of the Dean of the School of Foreign Languages. After the earnest persuasion of the two school leaders, he chose his alma mater and entrusted them to help him reject the invitation of the Ivy League.

But there was nothing to regret. Anyway, the title of an honorary professor should be enough for his father to recover. Gokyo University was not bad either.

Unknowingly, it was Friday again. The four people in the dormitory dragged the elegant and happy Ladder Five Players Game. The standard one god with four legs played the game until the wee hours of the morning. Then the next day, Chen Guang got up early again.

The other three people snored like thunder every day, but Chen Guang had to go out early. He had to cut the ribbon.

More than ten days had passed. The preparations for Tianguang Media's hanging up and cutting the ribbon were done.

Although insiders knew that Tianguang Media's branch was just an empty shell for cashing out, an ugly daughter-in-law had to meet her in-laws. Since the hanging up was going to be paid one billion yuan by Chairman Rao of the Rising Seas Foundation, they had to make some noise and make some noise. Otherwise, Chairman Rao would not be able to answer to the other investors related to the Rising Seas Foundation.

They had to show others that they had invested in a big company with a bright future. They had size and value. They had the world's number one internet celebrity as their platform. They also had a lot of "quality" IP resources that could be developed.

After all, this was not a thousand or eight hundred thousand yuan. This was one billion yuan in cash.

The Rising Seas Insurance Fund was not a private company of one person. It was a large investment group with countless shareholders of various sizes. It was a fund that was rather influential in the domestic investment world.

Although Rao Zhenghai was the head of the Rising Seas Fund, even if everyone knew that he was bluffing, he still had to give them an explanation.

As for whether this shell company, Tianguang Media, was worth 20 billion yuan?

Of course, it was not worth it!

However, this was an era of blindfolded people. It did not matter if it was worth it or not. If they said it was worth it, and they took out the money, the company was put on the table. The company gradually had goods in its pockets, and it was profitable. In that case, it was really worth that much money.

Of course, there was another situation. After the company received the one billion yuan in cash, not only did it not make a profit from the project, but it also made a loss. After making a loss for a while, the capital chain broke, and the company went bankrupt.

However, there was nothing strange about this. In business and investment, one could not always make a profit. Even the stock god, Warren Buffett, lost billions of US dollars in IBM in two years.

The moon waxed and waned, and people experienced sorrow and joy.

In the business world, when it came to capital operations, it was very normal and reasonable to make a profit.

In the past, Chen Guang did not like this kind of thing. Well, in fact, he did not like this kind of thing either.

In this kind of capital operation, the people who made money were always the rich, and the people who suffered losses were always the ordinary people.

For example, in his case, at least on the surface, the people who really suffered losses were the small shareholders and the small citizens who were insignificant in the stock market and the fund market.

As for the other influential shareholders, Rao Zhenghai would find ways to compensate them from other places if he made them suffer losses.

However, no one would care about the small individual investors who had tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of yuan in their hands. They were just leeks.

When the weather was good, Rao Zhenghai was happy and brought them to make a fortune. When there was a slight disturbance, like this time, when there was a strong wind from the sky, Rao Zhenghai would decisively cut some of his leeks to shelter them from the wind and rain.

In fact, this kind of thing could be understood by anyone with a discerning eye. Anyone who had been in the financial circle for a few years and was well-informed could understand.

However, their words did not carry much weight. Even if they said it, nobody would care or believe them. No matter how loud they shouted, their opinions could only appear in the corners that few people could see.

As for the influential media in the industry, not only would they not expose this matter, but they would also be incited by many people to applaud this investment and financing. They would stand up and endorse this deal, tricking more people to reduce the losses of the huge Rising Sea Fund.

The gap created by the small funds that ran away would be filled by countless small people who smelled the fragrance and thought that it was a chance to make a fortune.

Buy low, don't buy high. Many people put in firewood. This was the unchanging truth that many people who did not know the industry believed in.

If Tianguang Media really went bankrupt in the future, the media would pretend to be mute again. The countless individual investors who drowned could only grit their teeth and swallow the blood, blaming themselves for not being smart enough.

This was finance.

When the volume had reached a certain level, unless it completely collapsed, there would always be countless leeks to share the losses.

The incomparably huge financial machine trembled violently in pain for a while. It shook off the rust on its body, but it could still continue moving forward with the blood and flesh of the leeks.

Of course, even if Chen Guang did not really like the way Rao Zhenghai and the old masters handled this matter, he had no intention of stopping them now.

It was not that he had lost his conscience and became the same as Rao Zhenghai and the old masters.

He loved money. After all, it was one billion. Who could refuse it?

However, what made him truly feel at ease taking this money was because he was sure of one thing. As long as he was still alive, Tianguang Media would not collapse.

He was confident in his profitability. He had his own bottom line and principles.

Although the current Tianguang Media was only an empty shell of copyright management, if it really could not make profits in the future, it would not be able to continue.

At most, he would sacrifice some of his own interests and take a part of Tianguang Agency's business to Tianguang Media. Anyway, he needed to collect faith points. No matter how hard and tiring he was, he could make more similar programs to the previous one. That way, he would be able to support the one billion dollars.

He knew himself well. Perhaps the twenty billion dollar brand valuation of other celebrities or sports stars was mostly fake. However, Chen Guang knew that as the owner of the Heavenly Holy Grail, as the current God of Stunts, the twenty billion dollar valuation was an underestimation of his own brand value.

What a joke. The Old Man had three thousand skill worlds. How could that be possible?

Moreover, what if I really couldn't do it with my current methods and got pissed off? What if I tried to drive an F1 car?

The invincible and enhanced version of Schumacher from the East, would I be afraid?

Before he was injured, Schumacher had an annual income of hundreds of millions of US dollars. His brand value was billions of US dollars. Why couldn't I have it?

Or else, what if I took the darts stunt and went to play golf?

Tiger Woods would cry too, wouldn't he?

Moreover, I had just finished acting in a play, and there was already such a buzz on the internet. What if I were to finish filming "Women" and shoot a few blockbuster movies and win an Oscar?

Or else, I could go and play boxing!

I could make Klitschko and Klitschko sleepless at night, make Tyson afraid to watch the game, and make Mayweather and Pacquiao change the name of the Game of the Century to the Game of the Year. Do you believe me?

Also, the Old Man now has the strongest body in the history of mankind. What if I learn basketball or football?

When that time comes, I can lead the League Two team to be promoted three times in three years and win the English Premier League title. I can lead the Chinese team to win the World Cup. What if the Old Man becomes the strongest player in history?

Who dares to say that my personal IP is not worth twenty billion dollars?

If I really reach a point of no return, I still have a trick up my sleeves!

It is said that the sex industry is the strongest technological driving force for human evolution.

What this old man has is an invincible pile driver that can kill gods, Buddhas, ghosts see worries, and flowers bloom when they see flowers!

If worst comes to worst, this old man will film an invincible threesome in history where I play world-class piano music while having sex with thousands of women!

The 4K Blu-ray Disc is only 99!

You won't lose out at 99! You won't be fooled!

2K Internet HD Video is only 39!

39! I'll bring you to show off and fly!

VR Full HD Video is only 199!

If I don't earn ten billion dollars from this film, how can I be worthy of the Old Man?

I might not be able to sell it in China, but I can sell it abroad legally!

Ahem …

Take it, take it!

This sacrifice is a little too big. I can't accept it.

In short, Rao Zhenghai's one billion dollars will not be a loss!

At that time, those small retail investors who were dragged into the financial crisis would not only not suffer, but they would also be able to make money.

As for those major shareholders who got Rao Zhenghai's compensation and cashed out, those small and medium-sized funds who looked like they knew the business but ran away by shorting the market, they will be the ones who will lose out.

In the past, Chen Guang did not understand these principles. Everything about finance was taught to him by Lu Fei.

Chen Guang felt that what he was doing now was not only not scamming the small investors, but robbing the rich to help the poor!

I can make them rich together!

Even if Sheng Hai only owns five percent of the shares!

Just like that, he stood on the temporary stage under the Lida Building with the radiance of a great man. He looked at the hundreds of media reporters and thousands of onlookers. He smiled brightly.

He smiled brightly until he received the IP list of Tianguang Media's stockpiled by Lu Xiaoliang.

This long list was the result of Lu Xiaoliang and Fang Tianyu's hot-bloodedness in the past two weeks, running all over the country.

These were the fixed assets of Tianguang Media, and Rao Zhenghai used them to explain to others when he invested.

Although it took less than two weeks from the start of work to the signing of these copyrights, and the money spent might not even add up to twenty million, they could brag that it was N billion.

Just like before "Empresses in the Palace" became popular, its movie and TV series' copyrights were only worth seven figures.

But now?

Just based on these three words, it should be worth at least a few hundred million, right?

However, Chen Guang's expression was dark.

This was because he saw a familiar title in the IP list.

"To be honest, I didn't expect you to buy" Empresses in the Palace "," Hua Qiangu ", and" Lang Ya List ". But what the hell is this? What a scam! Fall! "

After pulling Lu Xiaoliang and Fang Tianyu to the stage, Chen Guang pointed at the tragic line of words on the IP list and questioned them with gritted teeth.

"The Billionaire Young Master's Cruel Doting Wife, Please Love Me a Thousand and One Times"!

Yes!

That's right!

It was Bai Niangzi's deceptive book!

It should be noted that recently, the White Snake had been shameless in order to write this deceitful book for him.

He actually danced striptease in the dormitory!

In the end, Lin Jingwei and Xiong 'er couldn't stand it anymore. They dragged him out and beat him up. Only then did they manage to suppress the evil wind.

However, Chen Guang never expected to see such an unlucky super long title in this list.

The original author of this book was sleeping at the foot of his bed. He licked his toes and begged to buy it, but to no avail. It was too lousy to look at.

However, after going around in circles, the copyrights ended up in his hands!

What kind of f * ck was this? What kind of vengeful spirit was haunting him?

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