Chapter 1978

The applause rang out instantly, and many people were still looking left and right, searching.

And Liu Gang, standing at the very back of the crowd, had already been surrounded by several brothers from his dormitory.

"Gangzi, is this for real?"

A male student wearing glasses, who looked very delicate, hugged Liu Gang's neck tightly.

"Is your luck really that good? You actually ran into Brother Dong, and now he's praising you in front of the whole school's teachers and students. Damn it, I'm really jealous."

Liu Gang laughed and pushed the delicate student's arm away.

"Serves you right. Who told you not to come when I asked you to accompany me? If you had come, wouldn't you have been able to run into Brother Dong too?"

This kid didn't say that he even had Brother Dong's pager number; if he had said that, he could imagine that these animals would definitely pin him to the ground and "beat" him.

They were standing at the back of the crowd, and only the people around them noticed them fooling around, but they didn't pay much attention.

The applause gradually died down, and Zhou Andong organized his thoughts, pacing slowly on the stage.

"Life has no predetermined theme, so my speech today has no theme either; let's just chat casually. After all, who told you I don't understand art?"

A burst of light laughter rang out below, followed by another round of applause.

For these students, no matter what their idol said, they liked it anyway.

"Students!" Zhou Andong continued: "I don't know if you noticed, but last October, I was in Xiangjiang."

"We did!" Shouts came from below, and the sound wasn't small; clearly, many people knew.

Zhou Andong had scolded the toxic media and the Xiangjiang waste in Xiangjiang, and had also sued the British, causing a huge stir; the domestic media had reported on it extensively. However, what Zhou Andong was doing in Xiangjiang was impossible for the media to report.

"I think you must be curious about what I went to Xiangjiang to do last October. I didn't get enough of scolding people domestically, so I went to Xiangjiang to scold them; wasn't that too arrogant?"

"Brother Dong, we just like your arrogance."

Shouts came from the crowd below, followed by bursts of laughter.

"Brother Dong, as long as you keep your unruly appearance, we will never leave you."

Zhou Andong laughed: "Do you want to know what I went to Xiangjiang to do?"

"We do!"

The shouting was uniform and deafening; it seemed they were truly interested.

"Good, then I'll tell you." Zhou Andong nodded: "Last year, an old leader found me and said to me, 'Zhou Andong, the country has encountered difficulties and needs your help.'

At the time, it gave me a fright. I thought he had his eye on the money in my pocket, so I quickly covered my pants pocket and told that old leader that I was very poor and had no money.

At that time, the old leader laughed and told me, 'I don't want your money; I need you to handle a matter.'"

Hearing this, not just the students, but even the leaders and professors of the Central Academy sitting in front had their curiosity piqued.

Looking at those curious faces below, Zhou Andong was very satisfied.

"Hearing that the old leader didn't want money, I felt relieved and asked the old leader what help he needed. The old leader said that the national economy was experiencing inflation, and there was a shortage of raw sugar supply domestically.

Once the market had no white sugar to sell, the domestic economic inflation would rapidly amplify, and by then, the national economy would suffer a strong blow.

However, for our great country with a population of over a billion, if we went directly to the international market to purchase, those greedy capitalists would definitely raise prices crazily.

Therefore, my task was to go abroad and quietly buy back the white sugar."

Zhou Andong recounted how he joined forces with the Sugar King to set up a scheme, secretly purchasing raw sugar in Brazil while laying out positions in the futures market to short raw sugar.

And in their hearts, Zhou Andong was a lone hero. Just like the underground party during the War of Resistance, for the sake of the country and the people, he disregarded his own safety and went deep into enemy territory.

Especially in this era, there wasn't much understanding of finance or business warfare, and with Zhou Andong adding embellishments and deliberately creating a tense atmosphere, everyone was listening while boiling with passion, and they were also exceptionally nervous.

When they heard that the 700,000 tons of white sugar purchased had arrived safely at Tianjin Port, and that he had earned 500 million US dollars in foreign exchange for the country in the futures market, the entire venue fell silent for three seconds, and then applause roared up, lasting for a long time.

Not to mention the young students, even leaders like Zhao Qi and the old professors stood up excitedly to applaud.

Now was a peaceful era, but in their hearts, Zhou Andong was an invincible warrior.

In the business world, in the financial market, and in the futures market, he was strategizing and beating the enemy until they were battered and bloody.

The applause lasted for more than a minute before it gradually died down; whether it was the students or the teachers, their eyes looking at Zhou Andong were even more fervent.

Seeing Jian Qiu, sitting in front, looked at Zhou Andong on the stage, her eyes full of tenderness that could not be melted.

An Jing knew Zhou Andong's purpose in going to Xiangjiang, but she hadn't understood the details.

She hugged Seeing Jian Qiu's arm, rested her head on Seeing Jian Qiu's shoulder, and asked in a low voice.

"Did your man embellish the story?"

Seeing Jian Qiu pursed her lips and smiled: "Whether he embellished it or not, don't you have an idea in your heart?"

An Jing also laughed: "I knew it would be like this."

At this moment, they saw Zhou Andong tugging at his casual clothes, which he had bought for over a hundred yuan.

"During my time in Xiangjiang, I accepted many interviews. One female reporter from the Huaerjie Journal asked me, 'Mr. Zhou, as a well-known entrepreneur in the mainland, you are wearing clothes that look very cheap; how can that reflect your net worth?'

I said, 'My net worth, Zhou Andong's net worth, is not reflected by wearing clothes worth tens of thousands. It is that clothes worth tens of yuan, when worn on me, Zhou Andong, become worth a hundred times more.'

Hearing my words, that female reporter was very unconvinced and said to me, 'Look at those elite entrepreneurs in the United States; they all wear custom-made clothes worth tens or hundreds of thousands to show their status.

They wouldn't dare say such things; where does your confidence come from? Are you using superficial confidence to cover up inner inferiority?'

I immediately realized that this female reporter had bad intentions, because I represent a country when I am abroad. I said, 'How long is the history of the Americans?

Two hundred years; how long is our China? Five thousand years of civilization. If we are talking about confidence and inferiority, who do you think should feel inferior?

If we are talking about age, we have 5,000 years, and you have two hundred-plus years; it's like a grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather's grandfather facing a grandson.

Do you think the grandson should feel inferior, or the grandfather?' After I finished speaking, that arrogant Huaerjie Journal female reporter hurriedly said to me, 'Thank you, Mr. Zhou, for the interview,' and then got up and left."

The applause rang out once again; Zhou Andong had been killing it in Xiangjiang, and hearing it made their blood boil.