His annual income had received another bold stroke.
Including these seventy million, a rough estimate put his annual income at five hundred million.
And looking at the businesses currently under his name—two five-star hotels, an office building, a commercial street, and more than seventy chain hotpot restaurants...
Most of his assets were physical holdings, and their overall operations were solid as hell.
In other words, that annual income of five hundred million was basically stable.
Forbes had some data showing that there were ten thousand people in the country with annual net incomes above one hundred million. Out of a population of 1.4 billion, that meant one in every 140,000 people could stand at that level.
With his annual income of five hundred million, he was surely even rarer—one in a million nationwide, perhaps even one in several million?
One in a hundred: an outstanding young talent.
One in ten thousand: a dragon among men, a phoenix among women.
One in a million... what did that make him?
Zhang Yang stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, feeling immense wealth descend upon him. More importantly, he possessed the ability and composure to firmly hold onto that wealth.
At once, he felt as though the world was vast and he could roam it as he pleased.
He took a light breath, quickly calmed himself, sat back down at the desk, and resumed reviewing the reports.
This Four Seasons Hotel was already quite mature in its operations, with limited room for growth. At most, they could put more effort into improving room occupancy rates. Overall, stability came first.
But while maintaining stability, it was also necessary to knock a few heads together and establish his authority.
As the owner of an existing five-star hotel, Zhang Yang naturally had plenty of experience spotting suspicious areas.