"Professor Yang, esteemed executives, let me introduce to you Jiang Yisen, a close family friend who comes today representing his brother, Jiang Minghao, the CEO of Mingchuang Capital."
Actually, even without Xia Xiwei’s introduction, upon hearing the name "Jiang Minghao," everyone present, except for Zhou Wang, already knew his identity.
Though Jiang Minghao was not widely known outside, those in business within certain circles were well aware of him.
He was one of the rare few who, despite being born into immense privilege, achieved significant success on his own.
The firm he led, Mingchuang Capital, had been established for barely three years and had already become one of the top fifty venture capital companies in the nation, currently in a meteoric rise.
"Mr. Jiang, it’s a pleasure..."
"Hahaha, I interacted with your brother last month at a financial summit, and his charisma left a lasting impression!"
In an instant, several entrepreneurs and investors eagerly shook hands with Jiang Yisen.
While mechanically responding, Jiang Yisen couldn’t help but feel displeased—
He knew well that these people were mostly being courteous because of Jiang Minghao. Unfortunately, he himself hadn’t achieved anything noteworthy, so he could do nothing but feel frustrated.
Xia Xiwei paused briefly before adopting a more formal stance to introduce Zhou Wang:
"Everyone, this is Zhou Wang, I’m not sure you’ve heard of him, a young entrepreneur who built his wealth from scratch in Yunan Province. He is also one of the shareholders of the MCN giant, Wuyou Media... Professor Yang, he’s interested in the Sun Palace and Moon Palace that you’d like to sell."
Xia Xiwei specifically mentioned this to Yang Liping.
"Oh?"
Yang Liping immediately showed an interested expression, taking the initiative to shake hands with Zhou Wang, and smiled, "Mr. Zhou, it’s rare to see such a young entrepreneur like you. I also know about Wuyou Media, I’ve even bought stuff from your livestream!"
As soon as Yang Liping spoke, Zhou Wang realized she may not fully understand Wuyou Media’s business model, but it didn’t matter. At her age, adapting to new trends might naturally be slower than for younger people. In fact, at sixty, she was already quite trendy.
At least, she knew about Wuyou Media.
"Hello, Professor Yang, I was fortunate to see your live performance at the Jing City Theatre in elementary school. It left an indelible memory, and I can still recall fragments of it—thinking back, it still feels as impactful..."
While shaking hands with Yang Liping, Zhou Wang expressed his respect with a tone of nostalgia.
This was not entirely out of politeness.
Perhaps it was not uncommon in other parts of Huaxia, but as a resident of Yunan Province, one had to witness Yang Liping’s formidable local influence.
Or rather, for a significant period, she could even be seen as a cultural icon of Yunan Province.
Her Peacock Dance amazed the world.
This "world" wasn’t mere hyperbole; her dance works genuinely went global, winning numerous international awards, and in the eyes of many foreigners, she symbolized Eastern dance.
From dancer to "icon," these six words sufficiently summarized her artistic accomplishments.
On the commercial front, her achievements were equally astonishing—dance performances, arts education, brand endorsements, and cultural entrepreneurship across multiple fields—building upon her industry chain that afforded her wealth rivaling that of most top stars.
However, Zhou Wang recalled some possibly unverified news that Yang Liping had recently faced some investment setbacks. Her self-named cultural company reportedly suffered losses exceeding millions for consecutive years, suggesting her overall situation wasn’t too good.
Now, since she planned to sell her properties in White City, the rumors Zhou Wang heard might not be entirely unfounded...
Of course, regardless, a camel in decline is still bigger than a horse. At her level, even when financially strained, it was only relative, and she certainly fared far better than the average person.
"When you were a child... Ah, chatting with Mr. Liao and others didn’t make me realize, but chatting with you does make me feel old!"
Yang Liping shook her head in mock helplessness, eliciting laughter from everyone.
Subsequently, Zhou Wang shook hands with each of the other guests.
As for Huo Chengrui, who was inherently proud, he only gave Zhou Wang a polite nod, while the other investors showed varying attitudes.
The two investors from outside the province invited by Yang Liping treated Zhou Wang courteously but didn’t really regard him highly.
Naturally, this was understandable, given Zhou Wang’s age and unfamiliarity to them, as well as the difference in fields. They might know of Wuyou Media but wouldn’t take it too seriously.
...It was indeed a matter of scale. In all the subfields of commerce, MCN’s potential had its limits. Even industry giants appeared somewhat lacking in weight compared to some real industries.
Mr. Liu, an investor from Guang Province, was reasonably polite to Zhou Wang, but Zhou Wang knew it was entirely due to Xia Xiwei’s attitude toward him.
Zhou Wang didn’t take it to heart. He wasn’t there to make friends.
His failure to be elected as an executive committee member of the Yunnan Province General Chamber of Commerce already demonstrated that unless one’s capabilities reached a remarkable level, the ingrained mindset among Huaxia people of assigning rank based on experience was unavoidable...