"Who was that guy?"
As soon as they got in the car, Ren Siyu curiously asked Yang Cheng.
"Wang Yan."
"Wang Yan?" Ren Siyu thought it over. "Why does that name sound familiar? I think you mentioned him when you guys were drinking together... Worth tens of millions... He's that Beiqing guy doing internet business, right?"
"That's him." Yang Cheng nodded. "I wanted to invest in him back then, but he wouldn't take it. If I'd known he could make it this big, I would've thrown a few million at him no matter what.
But I doubt he would've accepted it anyway. He said it himself back then—if he succeeded, I'd be taking his money; if he failed, he'd owe me a favor. Either way, he'd be the one losing out. He made a little selling computers himself, the school gave him an interest-free loan, and altogether he probably only had a hundred-something thousand. He talked a bunch of students into working for free and somehow built it in three months. Fucking incredible..."
Three months. It still felt as vivid as yesterday. Yet now, Wang Yan had already become a rising new force in the internet industry, while he himself was still that useless rich kid drifting through life.
He had once felt quite proud in front of Wang Yan—proud of his family, proud of his wealth—but now, all that sense of superiority had vanished. Wang Yan had fought his way up alone, empty-handed. His connections and wealth might not compare to Yang Cheng's family, but at Beiqing and in Haidian, Wang Yan was someone whose words carried weight.
And because of the huge stir caused by the ratings system recently, while everyone was watching the Jingcheng departments of industry and commerce, taxation, health, market regulation, and the rest make