"I heard that after Yinghuan won several spectacular stock battles, financial companies in many countries started keeping a close eye on Yinghuan. In the future, any move Yinghuan made probably wouldn't be this easy, and Wall Street's financial industry had even declared that it wouldn't be so easy for Yinghuan to make money off them again. What do you think about that, President Jiang?"
After hearing this, Jiang Siming said completely unconcernedly, "I know. I also believe it won't be so easy for Yinghuan to target major stocks in the future. But it's fine. Even if making money becomes harder for Yinghuan, I still have other, better money-making ventures. Even relying only on Fuxi Future, I'll definitely surpass Yinghuan."
"Only relying on it? Do you mean you have other industries as well, President Jiang?" Yan Sisi blinked curiously.
Jiang Siming nodded noncommittally. "There are quite a few other industries. They're still under development."
"Could you reveal what fields they're in? If it's confidential, then forget I asked," Yan Sisi said.
"Sure. The industries under development are pharmaceuticals and mobile phones." Jiang Siming didn't mind letting people know. Even if they found out, and even if there were a whole host of competitors, they still couldn't do anything to him.
Could they develop Cancer Clearing Medicine? Could they develop chips twenty years ahead of current mobile-phone technology?
They couldn't do any of that, so knowing was useless anyway.
"Your industries are truly diverse, President Jiang. Perhaps that's why you became the Asian Richest Man at such a young age," Yan Sisi said with a smile.
Jiang Siming shrugged. She was right. Casting a wide net meant catching more fish.
Of course, the prerequisite was having fragments like Jiang Siming's—fragments that guaranteed profits without losses.
"Next question. It's still about wealth accumulation.