81: Chapter 81 Company Listing? No, this is an upgraded version of the street vendor economy.

In the study of Yunding Villa, the floor was a mess.

The priceless Persian carpet was covered with colorful letters of intent, financing plans, and equity transfer agreements. Picking up any one of them, the header was a renowned investment bank from Wall Street or a top domestic venture capital firm.

The valuation column never had a figure lower than eleven digits.

"Sequoia Capital, valuation of 50 billion, wants 5% of the shares."

"SoftBank, valuation of 80 billion, wants only 3%, and it comes with three top-tier laboratories."

"And this one, sent personally by the boss of Alibaba, saying that as long as you nod, he can arrange for you to ring the bell at NASDAQ tomorrow, making you the youngest richest person in the world."

Academician Chen Shuyin held a thick stack of documents, pushed up her glasses, her tone carrying an undisguised hint of excitement.

Although she was in scientific research and had no concept of money.

But with these numbers piled together, that pervasive stench of capital... ahem, fragrance of money, still made her heart rate accelerate.

"Ring the bell?"

Jiang Chen lay on the leather swivel chair, his feet propped on the desk, using a nail clipper to trim his nails, and let out a disdainful scoff upon hearing this.

"Old Chen, your perspective is too small."

He casually blew away the clipped nails without even looking at the documents:

"What is the purpose of going public? It's to raise capital."

"Why raise capital? Because of a lack of money."

"But do I lack money now?"

Jiang Chen pointed to the black card gathering dust in the safe nearby, then pointed to the base outside the window that hid an interstellar warship:

"Even the sand leaking from my hands is gold dust. Me, going public? To work for those stockholders? If I have that spare time, I might as well sleep a bit more, or go to the Wasteland to pick up a couple of batteries."

Academician Chen Shuyin paused for a moment, then helplessly threw the documents into the shredder.

"Fine, you are the boss, you call the shots."

"Then what is the strategic positioning of the company?"

She took out a new PPT, her expression returning to rigor, "Since we are not going public, what route are we taking? High-end customization? Military special supply? Or luxury technology?"

"According to my vision, our Photonic Chip and holographic technology are epoch-making products, so we should follow Apple's high-end route and maximize brand premium..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Jiang Chen covered his ears in pain, interrupting the commercial blueprint of this female academician.

"Apple? That kind of company where people have to sell a kidney to buy a phone is too low."

Jiang Chen sat up straight, a light called 'profiteer' flashing in his eyes:

"The path we are going to take is one that no one has taken before —"

"The upgraded version of the street stall economy route!"

"Street... economy?" Academician Chen Shuyin felt her brain start to ache again.

"Yes!"

Jiang Chen snapped his fingers and stood up excitedly to gesture:

"Think about it, what is the one thing they have the most of in the Wasteland? High-tech trash!"

"Those civilian products that are considered obsolete to them are artifacts on Earth! And the cost is almost zero!"

"Since the cost is zero, why should we sell at a high price? We need volume! We need to spread the goods! We need to let aunts all over the world use our black technology!"

"Just like that invisibility raincoat, 9.9 including shipping, selling out globally! This is what you call business!"

He waved his hand, full of heroic spirit:

"Our goal is not to be the Hermès of the tech world; what we want to be is the — Pinduoduo of the tech world!"

"Let the high-tech products of the Americans have nowhere to go in the face of our cabbage prices!"

Academician Chen Shuyin opened her mouth, and finally could only give a thumbs up: "Although it sounds ridiculous, but... it seems quite satisfying."

"Then it's settled!"

Jiang Chen made the final decision, "The company headquarters will be set up at that 'Sweet Potato Base' in the Western Suburbs. I've already had people make the sign, and it will be hung up tomorrow!"

...

The next day, West Suburb Base.

A taxi stopped at the heavily guarded gate.

The door opened, and a chubby figure shuffled out.

Class Monitor Zhang Wei, Jiang Chen's college roommate, and also the only die-hard friend who was willing to lend him money for food when he was at his lowest.

"Holy crap..."

Class Monitor Zhang Wei looked at this "company gate" that looked like a steel fortress, and the heavily armed special forces standing guard on both sides, scared so much that his legs were trembling.

"Is this really a company? This is clearly Alcatraz Prison, right?"

He tremblingly took out his phone and called Jiang Chen:

"Godfather! Brother Chen! Did you give the wrong address? This place looks like they are going to execute someone! I... I don't dare go in!"

A few minutes later.

An electric sightseeing cart drove out.

Jiang Chen drove personally, wearing big shorts, smiling brightly: "Fatty! What are you dawdling for? Get in the car!"

Class Monitor Zhang Wei looked at this familiar yet strange brother, and tears almost fell.

"Brother Chen... did you really make it?"

He climbed into the car, looking at the unopened heavy equipment around him, his voice trembling, "I heard you became a big shot, but I didn't expect you to be this big... Does this really have the army guarding the door?"

"It's nothing, mainly to prevent thieves."

Jiang Chen casually bluffed and drove the car to the newly completed office building with a strong sense of science fiction.

At the top of the building, four gilded characters shone brightly in the sun —

[Chenxing Technology].

"Fatty, I didn't call you here for anything else."

Jiang Chen led Class Monitor Zhang Wei into the empty president's office, pressed him onto the leather sofa, and poured him a cup of tea:

"My setup is a bit too big, and I lack someone I trust to keep an eye on things for me."

"I don't trust those elites; they have too many ulterior motives. I only trust you."

"The position of Vice President is reserved for you. Annual salary..."

Jiang Chen held up a finger, "I'll start you off at five million; if that's not enough, we can add more."

"Pfft —"

The tea Class Monitor Zhang Wei had just drunk sprayed everywhere.

Five million?

When he used to deliver food, he wouldn't make five thousand even if he ran his legs off!

"Brother Chen... stop joking."

Class Monitor Zhang Wei wiped his face and smiled bitterly, "I know my own limits. Vice President? I can't even make an Excel sheet properly, don't let me cause you trouble."

"Who asked you to make spreadsheets?"

Jiang Chen slapped him on the shoulder, "I want you here to help me manage people! Manage logistics! Manage the money!"

"For technical matters, there's Academician Chen Shuyin, and for fighting, there's Zhao Gang. You just need to be responsible for watching the house for me and don't let anyone steal our 'junk'."

"Junk?" Class Monitor Zhang Wei glanced at the corner of the interstellar warship covered by canvas outside the window and swallowed his saliva.

You call this junk?

"Alright, stop being dramatic."

Jiang Chen stood up, looking at the vast base outside the window, his eyes gradually becoming sharp.

"We have the hardware, we have the territory, and we have the money."

"Now, what we lack most is people."

"Not the kind of bookworms who only know how to study, nor the kind of corporate elites who follow the rules."

He turned around, looked at Class Monitor Zhang Wei, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"We are 'Pinxixi Technology', and we take the unconventional path."

"So, the people we recruit must also have some 'special talents'."

"Fatty, go post a recruitment ad."

Class Monitor Zhang Wei took out his notebook: "What requirements should I write? 985? 211? Master's degree minimum?"

"Tacky!"

Jiang Chen shook his head, a glimmer of mischief flashing in his eyes:

"No degree requirements, no experience requirements."

"Just three requirements."

"First, the psychological quality must be extremely strong; you cannot faint when seeing aliens, and you cannot scream when seeing ghosts."

"Second, the tongue must be smooth; you need to be able to talk black into white, and talk the dead back to life."

"Third..."

Jiang Chen pointed to his own face:

"You must be good-looking."

"After all, we are going to do business with the whole universe in the future, we can't lose face for the company."