Chapter 663: Attending a Forum in the Market

The boss said, "The province places great importance."

"In the meeting, I emphasized introducing Wu An."

"The province thinks we can set up a model."

Chen Lao Da was surprised: "Really?"

The boss nodded: "We inspected earlier; the guesthouse Wu An runs is very representative. I heard that after we left, Wu An expanded its scale."

"And also."

"Wu An's father is the Village chief; there are pros and cons. We should help him develop in a good direction and eliminate the unfavorable factors."

Chen Lao Da was enlightened.

He naturally understood the boss's meaning: in short, we need to tilt resources toward Wu An, helping him grow big and strong.

Of course.

The premise is that Wu An is a cultivable seedling.

Otherwise.

That would be forcing growth.

Chen Lao Da stood up and said, "I understand. How about this: the Market's outstanding youth are holding a forum, and I'll host it myself."

"After the meeting, I'll have a good talk with Wu An."

Senior Leader said, "When the time comes, arrange it. If you have time, I'd also like to meet this great hero."

Chen Lao Da smiled and nodded.

……

Early the next morning.

Wu An went to the town, and along the way, people kept pointing at him.

A bold pretty girl, without a second word, hugged his arm to her chest, then held up her phone, raised the other hand in a "yeah" gesture, and took a photo with terrible pixel quality.

Wu An glanced; his face was all blurry.

After much effort they reached Qin Zong's restaurant, slipped into a private room, and Qin Zong arrived quickly, laughing loudly, greeting, "Sorry for the delayed welcome."

"Now you are a big name of our Fu Yuan Zhen."

"A great hero who saved dozens."

Wu An hung his head: "Qin Zong, enough, enough."

Qin Zong shook his head: "That's not an exaggeration at all; the rescue ships returned today, and I heard two vessels were in trouble, with no one found."

Wu An was silent.

Because of the tragic disaster, his reputation grew even more.

If it weren't for him, the crew on the seven ships might have met the same fate.

"I see."

He let out a long sigh.

Not long after.

Xiao Cang, who booked the venue, arrived.

Hai Shen was also present.

Everyone sat down, and Xiao Cang said, "Brother Wu An, after leaving your house yesterday, I had people investigate."

"The one surnamed Chen not only looked for me, but also looked for a restaurant owner in the Market, called something Jing…"

Hai Shen reminded, "Jing He."

"Right, listen to that name. I had people inquire; that guy is backed by people from Japan."

Shen Wen was not surprised.

"I also had people investigate; Chen Lao Da probably wants to sell the ship to you or Jing He."

As for him.

He has been out of the picture from the start.

Chen Lao Da only wanted to toy with him.

Xiao Cang slapped the table: "Originally, whether to buy this trawler or not, I didn't really care; if it really doesn't work, I'll go to the shipyard to order a new ship."

"But now, I truly must secure it."

"No matter what tricks Japan wants to pull, we must prevent them from succeeding."

Wu An's eyes flashed.

Xiao Cang is probably also a rich generation, and his playful attitude is very different from Liang Rong's, belonging to a rich generation that has taken a different path.

This may involve the issue of elite families cultivating their descendants; Wu An is only guessing and doesn't know the details.

After all, he himself is not a rich generation.

Even if he becomes a great talent later, he can only be a rich first generation.

Wu An nodded: "Well said, what do you plan to do?"

Xiao Cang grabbed his hand, his face sincere, and said, "Brother Wu An, I intend to ask you for help."

Wu An: "…"

He pulled his hand back.

"What's the problem?"

"Grabbing people's hands at the drop of a hat."

Wu An said, "How do you intend to make me help you?"

Xiao Cang: "I intend to let you think."

Wu Anle was delighted, also a fun-loving guy, said: "Alright, I can help you. Right now, we belong to a three‑way competition."

"I'll pretend I don't know. When Chen Lao Da announces my elimination, I'll be outraged and clash with Jing He, causing a ruckus."

"When the snipe and the clam fight, you can sit back and reap the fisherman's profit."

Chen Lao Da wanted to toy with him.

Little did they know, this was inviting the wolf into the house, giving him a chance to cause trouble.

Xiao Cang thought for a moment, laughed heartily and said: "Brother Wu An, thank you, thank you."

Wu An said: "You're welcome."

"Brother Hai, are you in charge of this fleet?"

Hai Shen nodded.

Xiao Cang said: "I only handle the investment."

Wu An twitched the corner of his mouth, "Only handling investment—do you want to hear what you're saying? No wonder later jokes claim that as long as a second‑generation rich kid lives off indulgence, they can stay carefree for generations, but once they start investing in business, Brother Lao Wang can't sleep because of worry."

The jokes indeed stay authentic.

Wu An said: "I have a project here that's even more suitable for investment."

Xiao Cang was very interested: "Really?"

"It's my doing."

"What are the thresholds? I only have eight‑digit liquid capital on hand now; not sure if that's enough."

"Why don't you first listen to my project."

"No need, I'm investing in you."

"Alright."

Wu An smiled and nodded; Xiao Cang seemed unreliable, but actually wasn't, because the investment project was really investing in a person.

The saying "The great Dao is simple, great wisdom appears foolish, great foolishness appears wise"—that's the realm, I guess.

A meal was enjoyed by both host and guest to the fullest.

…

A day passed, newspapers fluttered everywhere.

Wu An became famous.

Putting other things aside, at least in the ten li and eight Villages, he was already the absolute top star; after meals, people talked about Wu An's deeds of rescuing dozens of boatmen in the heavy fog before the typhoon.

The story grew more and more exaggerated.

Now when Wu An goes out, he must wear a mask and sunglasses, otherwise he'll be recognized wherever he goes.

Han Song's exclusive interview this time, he specifically requested no photos be taken.

Only a verbal interview.

Result.

Someone bored to the point of having a sore egg actually dug up a previous interview news article, and one issue published his front‑facing photo.

Although it's only the year 12, the internet wave has already risen.

On the local forum, posts about him were pinned at the top.

So popular it turned purple with red.

Wu An was somewhat clear‑headed; the drawback is this isn't the future, and although he can attract traffic, it's also easy for the traffic to backfire.

Not to mention he's still in a developmental stage; even future internet moguls, when traffic backfires, must lower their heads and admit cowardice.

Originally.

Wu An intended to go out to sea.

He went to the sea to dodge the limelight, but then a notice from the Market arrived, asking him to attend a symposium, so the sea plan had to be postponed.

There's no way around it.

The symposium definitely had to be attended; some honors or titles may seem useless, but they're actually not.

Besides, going to the Market can also dodge the limelight.

Wu An then drove with Gu Anran straight to the Market, arriving in the afternoon, found a hotel to stay in, originally planning to stroll around.

But after dawdling, it was already midnight, so he simply got food to the Room.

Food and drink were good.

Wu An told Gu Anran not to cause trouble; the next morning they had to attend the symposium, many big shots would be present, and if he leaned on the wall to walk in, wouldn't that be a laughingstock.