October 5, 2024, Saturday.
The high-speed train slowly pulled into Hongqiao Station in Magic City.
Tang Song followed behind Ren Hang and Wang Hui, squeezing into the crowd leaving the station.
Magic City's autumn was a little cooler than Hang City's. Wind rushed in through the exit, carrying a faint chill.
Beneath the glass dome, the crowd surged. The rumble of suitcase wheels, station announcements, and travelers' voices intertwined.
Busy and noisy.
The three of them hailed a taxi, stuffed their suitcases into the trunk, and crawled through the congested Hongqiao Interchange.
Ren Hang, sitting in the front passenger seat, turned around, clicked his tongue, and finally asked with some concern, "Tang Song, should we lower this valuation a little more? If we set it this high and can't even get a chance to talk face-to-face, wouldn't that be a huge loss?"
"This is the number." Tang Song leaned against the window and said seriously, "The data supports it. Besides, AI and overseas expansion are both in a window of opportunity right now. If the valuation is too low, people will think we don't have confidence in ourselves."
"Fine, your call." Ren Hang shrugged and said nothing more.
The three of them had started the business together. Nominally, Ren Hang was the General Manager, but the company was still in its infancy. As the product's core developer, Tang Song was the one with the most say.
Ren Hang had no real objection to that.
After all, he knew very well that whether Haicheng Technology could keep moving forward ultimately depended on whether the product could stand on its own.
Wang Hui patted Tang Song beside her and winked teasingly. "Hey, you're going to an alumni gathering tonight, right?"
"Mm." Tang Song sounded a little expectant. "Everyone's been busy these past