Chapter 100
"This Masayoshi Son is quite petty!" Old Ma and Little Ma mused. Huang He hadn't shown him any favor, and Masayoshi Son immediately declared he couldn't meet Huang He. Didn't this imply that Huang He would lose all his money in twenty years?
Or, once he entered, he would never be seen again.
Or, perhaps, Huang He wouldn't even exist in twenty years.
"Mr. Huang, can you now tell us how you see the future of the four of us?" Masayoshi Son gestured invitingly.
"Certainly!" Huang He nodded and said crisply, "Brother Ma, your Tencent empire will have a market value exceeding one trillion. Apart from Brother Ma, no one in China will be able to rival you. It's a pity that your reputation will be tarnished by the word 'plagiarism.' No matter how much money you have, people will hate you. Even if you jump into the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, you'll never be able to wash it away."
"Moreover, no matter how strong Tencent becomes in the future, it will ultimately be an internal player. Outside of the Chinese market, no one will care!" After speaking, Huang He looked at Brother Ma, "Brother Ma, you are the only one who could potentially defeat Brother Ma. Your market value will also exceed one trillion, and you will have even surpassed him at one point. Unfortunately, your desire for control is too strong; you try to keep everything in your own hands. In the end, besides these Forty Thieves, any company you get involved with will be beaten by Brother Ma!"
"Also, please don't tell outsiders that you don't like money and regret creating the Forty Thieves. If that's true, why not sell the Forty Thieves to me? I'll give you a good price!"
"Similarly, you are also an internal player. Outside of China, you are nothing!" Huang He said frankly. However, Huang He's predictions for their futures were the most exaggerated, with all of them exceeding one trillion.
Inwardly, Huang He added, "If I didn't exist in this world."
Huang He's predictions made Brother Ma and Little Ma's expressions flicker. They had never dreamed that Huang He would foresee such a high future for them, companies with market values exceeding a trillion. Could such terrifying enterprises truly exist? Could their companies really reach such a point? It all seemed like Huang He was just casually saying things to amuse children.
It was worth noting that when Huang He called them internal players, they didn't feel much resentment, as they had no intention of entering the international market. Being an internal player was a skill in itself.
"What about me then?" Masayoshi Son raised his pineapple beer and smiled, "In Mr. Huang's eyes, will I also have a net worth of a trillion?"
"You!" Huang He thought for a moment, touched his nose, and then said with extreme sincerity, "I'll give you one piece of advice: absolutely do not invest in American internet companies. This will cause you to lose all your hundreds of billions and lead to an uncertain old age!"
"..." Little Ma and Brother Ma simultaneously felt a shock that made their mothers tremble. This Huang He was too...
"Then, Mr. Huang, given your evaluations of others, how do you predict your own future?" Masayoshi Son asked faintly.
"Me?" Huang He was suddenly speechless. He had spoken so readily about others because he had a prediction ability. It was all coming to him effortlessly.
However, when it came to himself, Huang He suddenly realized he couldn't see clearly.
When he first arrived, Huang He's goal was simple: to stop Huang He from running away with his sister-in-law and prevent himself from becoming material for viral spoofs.
As a result, Huang He himself had pushed himself back into the abyss of spoofs. But fortunately, his sister-in-law was safe, and he had even secured five sisters-in-law at once.
Moving further, with the Jiangnan Leather Factory in his hands, abundant funds, numerous trump cards at his disposal, and knowledge of the world's development trends for the next twenty years, Huang He was confident that he could live a life of superiority, setting a small goal of earning ten billion a year, which would be effortless.
But was this the future he desired?
To be honest, Huang He suddenly felt a sense of ennui. Even if he became the world's richest man in the future, with trillions of dollars in assets, these things seemed to lack challenge and felt very dull.
In the past, when Huang He watched Brother Ma's interviews, Brother Ma claimed on camera that he had no interest in money. Huang He had immediately cursed Brother Ma for being pretentious. However, truly possessing over a hundred million in funds, and with no risk of failure as long as he followed the plan, Huang He found that the amount of money had simply become a matter of numerical difference to him. No matter how much money he had now, wasn't he still eating in the factory canteen and eating his mother-in-law's home-cooked meals at home?
His car was still the same Mercedes from before. At this moment, Huang He even felt incredibly dejected. He realized that the challenge in life had already been lost.
Was this the distress of the wealthy?
Then let this kind of distress be amplified.
"What, Mr. Huang, you don't even know your own future?" Seeing that Huang He had been silent for over a minute, Masayoshi Son's smile reappeared.
"I just feel that those futures lack challenge!" Huang He shook his head, then said with a serious expression, "I've casually thought of setting five small goals for my future, hoping to achieve them one by one in twenty years."
"Oh, we're eager to hear them!" Brother Ma and Little Ma said simultaneously.
"My first small goal is to become the world's richest man. I've thought about it, and this one is still quite challenging!" Huang He touched his nose.
"..." Brother Ma and Little Ma's mouths dropped open in unison. They had seen arrogance before, but never so much. Becoming the world's richest man was just a small goal? Then what were the other five goals?
"For my second goal, it's to promote and disseminate Chinese culture, making China the center of world culture, and for the world to understand and love Chinese culture... Uh, this goal might be a bit vague, so let's make it more specific. Let's have 1 billion non-Chinese Mandarin learners globally, and at the same time, let Chinese culture become the mainstream culture of the world!" Huang He continued.
As soon as this goal was uttered, the two Mas realized that the word "arrogant" was no longer sufficient to describe Huang He; the word "crazy" was more appropriate. If he wasn't crazy, he could never say such things.
Having 1 billion non-Chinese Mandarin learners globally... English only has about 2 billion speakers. Is Huang He intending to have Mandarin officially replace English as the world's primary language?
The difficulty of this task was countless times greater than becoming the world's richest man.
Furthermore, Huang He still had three goals yet to be revealed.
"My third goal!" Huang He continued, "This is not just for me, but for all Chinese people. I hope that through the collective efforts of all Chinese people, China's GDP will surpass that of the United States in twenty years, becoming the world's number one economy!"
"..." Faced with the third goal, the two Mas didn't know how to respond.
Surpassing Britain and America? Was this Huang He still living fifty years ago?
"My fourth goal... it's actually similar to the third one. I'm tired of hearing people talk about the US dollar all the time, so in twenty years, let's switch to a different currency for global settlements. I think the Renminbi is quite good!" Huang He said, yawning.
"Is this Huang He trying to get the US Marines to come to China specifically to shoot him?" Masayoshi Son tried his best to maintain a calm expression.
"And the last one!" Huang He scratched his head, "This is actually my personal goal. I really like mechas, so I want to be able to pilot a real, functional robot and walk around the city in twenty years. That would satisfy me. This mecha doesn't need to be too big, similar to the Gundams in your Japanese animations, about five stories high. It should be able to run, jump, fly, pose, and shoot... Forget it, that's not allowed domestically. Aside from the weapon system, it should be similar to a Gundam!" Huang He said with a face full of anticipation.
This was truly Huang He's personal wish, as he had sold Gundams for two to three years in his previous life and was a veteran model kit enthusiast, dreaming of piloting a Gundam himself.
Although men should drive Zaku, Zaku were too ugly; Gundams were much cooler.