I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1121: He who strikes first gains the advantage.

Chapter 1121: He who strikes first gains the advantage.

Above there is heaven.

Below there are Suzhou and Hangzhou.

In early spring, the country’s major entrepreneurs, as usual, held a business event in Hexing ancient town.

Aboard a black-awning boat rippling with azure waves, the tea fragrance lingered. Bian Zaide, the well-known founder of Hippo, comfortably raised a cup of tea.

He still dressed the same, in a sweatshirt and cloth shoes, simple and casual, not at all like a business magnate whose wealth could rival countries, but more like a carefree master removed from the world.

Perhaps this was related to his personality.

By contrast, several others seated in the same boat seemed far more "proper," exuding dignity and extraordinary poise.

"Bian, I’m truly envious of you, leisurely enjoying mountains and water," a tycoon said with a smile, his comical bald spot obvious, yet sharing a boat with someone who had repeatedly claimed the throne of the richest man was an indication of his status.

"Commander Zhang, it’s just that you haven’t figured it out for yourself. Why not give the younger ones a chance? They might not disappoint you."

The balding tycoon named Commander Zhang shook his head and sighed, "I’m just a workhorse, no match for you, so I can only envy you."

He lifted his cup to enjoy the tea.

An entrepreneur with glasses sat aboard as well, likely the youngest there at around forty years old. He sat cross-legged, silent as if preoccupied with heavy thoughts.

"Yu, have some tea."

Commander Zhang poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of him. Despite being much older, age was never the basis for status in the business world.

"Yu, last year Kangaroo delivered such a perfect report to the market, why do you seem unhappy?"

Bian Zaide also looked over.

Commander Zhang smiled without speaking.

Relying on its monopoly, Kangaroo’s financial report last year was indeed quite outstanding, but that was last year.

At the start of this year, Kangaroo, which dominated the take-out industry alone, faced a severe challenge. The whole society was abuzz—wasn’t it widely known?

To call it a "challenge" might not even be accurate.

More precisely, it was an unprecedented grave challenge.

And more interestingly.

In the take-out food race, Kangaroo and Hippo were once competitors.

Indeed.

Hippo too had entered the take-out field but had been defeated in past confrontations.

After all, Hippo Group’s operations covered a wide range, while Kangaroo was different—take-out food was just Hippo’s foray into tasting new ventures, whereas it was Kangaroo’s main battlefield. The different priorities may have predestined the outcome of the battle.

Despite the defeat, Hippo’s take-out platform still operated normally to this day, limp under the repression of Kangaroo.

Thinking about these added an intriguing flavor to the situation, but in business, especially big business, competition in minor details is common.

Commander Zhang savored his tea with relish.

"As Bian said, that was last year; this year’s yields haven’t been good."

Yu Fen, the founder of Kangaroo, gazed at the gently undulating river, seemingly uninterested in tea tasting.

"Isn’t the take-out field your backyard, Yu? Is Great Wall Special Delivery really putting pressure on you?"

Bian Zaide asked with a smile.

Yu Fen glanced at him, also smiling in retort, "Don’t mention it, indeed the pressure is a bit greater than when I was competing with you."

Having reached this level, these men naturally had much broader minds than ordinary people, and Bian Zaide didn’t take such a small jest to heart.

Business is like the battlefield.

Victory and defeat are common for a soldier.

A single loss is inconsequential; the true great Commander watches over the entire field.

"Pressure leads to motivation. If it were stagnant, that would be so dull."

A few ducks swam past the bow, adding a vivacious touch to the early spring.

"Yu, if you need help, speak up and don’t be shy."

Bian Zaide was magnanimous, not bearing old grievances.

"I think you two should merge into one."

The balding tycoon suggested.

Though Hippo’s take-out division was neither hot nor cold, merging with Kangaroo would add at least a bit of strength.

Bian Zaide looked interestedly at Yu Fen, seemingly in agreement with the suggestion.

"I’m already overwhelmed; let’s not drag Bian down."

Yu Fen hardly pondered.

There’s no such thing as a free lunch in the world.

He had won once before, but that was due to focusing on different battlefields, not meaning he was stronger than this well-respected "senior" among the populace.

His reputation had always been bad, often labeled as a capitalist, a vampire, but meanwhile, the public deified the other party.

Even with his pride, he had to acknowledge the other’s ability.

Inviting the god is easy; sending the god away is hard.

He wasn’t desperate enough to invite trouble into his home.

"It seems that Yu is still confident."

Bian Zaide smiled and nodded, dropping the subject, "I actually hope Yu wins, which would also relieve some pressure on me."

The balding tycoon realized that Great Wall Special Delivery was now fiercely competing with Kangaroo, and its main business overlapped with that of Hippo.

"Yes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I know you both don’t want to bully the few with the many, but since Great Wall doesn’t mind, why not have a good talk?"

The balding tycoon picked up the teapot lid.

Yu Fen remained silent.

Bian Zaide gazed at the lake surface, smiling but also silent.

Capital City.

The racetrack.

After riding two laps, Fang Jun tightened the reins; below him, the immaculate Snow Dragon Colt raised its front hooves, letting out a long neigh.