I Will Rule the Market

Kyoto, the Guomao Hotel. The deep night beneath the spring sky was already enchanting, and with thousands of streetlights and a continuous sea of stars, it looked even more dazzling.

Travis had prepared a table of exquisite Western food in his suite to entertain his friend from Silicon Valley, Peter Fenton.

"You haven't gone back in a long time, have you?"

"I'll go back once the market stabilizes."

"Is business easy here?"

Travis opened a bottle of whisky and walked over, his smile dazzling. "The Chinese market is like a toy made of gold to me. It's shiny, but... it can only be played with by me."

Fenton lifted his glass and smiled. "It seems the real Chinese market is nowhere near as dangerous as the rumors claim."

"Of course."

Travis raised his glass in salute. "The great usually like finding excuses for their failures. Amazon, eBay, and Groupon, for example. After being driven out, they felt humiliated, so they had no choice but to portray this market as more dangerous than it really was."

Fenton set down his glass. "But I've always thought Chinese consumers were very hostile toward Americans."

"They are hostile, of course, but that doesn't stop them from using our products."

"What an interesting country."

Travis cut into his steak. "If you have time, stay a few more days and see how Uber wins. I think the time is about right. Like my ancestors, I'm going to conquer this continent once again."

Fenton nodded. "That sounds grand. I like grand performances."

The two men raised their glasses and had just taken a sip when the sound of a door opening came from the suite. Travis's female secretary entered gracefully and gave Fenton a slight smile.

Travis looked up. "Miss Anna, what is it?"

"Mr. Cheng and