HBWnovel Chapter 307
Chapter 307
At seven o'clock, the lecture began.The massive lecture hall, which seated hundreds of people, was fully occupied.
Ji Shunying, the founder of the Haicheng Ji Group, was a name that resonated like thunder.
He started from scratch, founding the Ji Group during the early waves of the commercial boom. Using minimal resources to achieve massive gains, he quickly established a firm foothold in the market through a few brilliant business decisions. Over the years, under his leadership, the Ji Group had continuously grown, its business empire expanding wildly from a single initial industry to multiple sectors, including finance, real estate, technology, and entertainment.
More than a decade ago, Huaqing University had invited him.
But Old Master Ji was a man of action; he knew how to do things, not how to talk about them, so he had refused.
If Rong Yu hadn't been studying at Huaqing University, he absolutely never would have appeared in this classroom.
Old Master Ji looked radiant. Standing on the podium in a Chinese tunic suit, he looked toward a group of students walking in from the doorway and spotted Rong Yu at a glance.
Among all these young people, his mother had the most vibrant energy and was the most eye-catching.
He smiled and waved, gesturing for Rong Yu to sit in the first row, but his smile froze the moment it appeared.
Why was that guy, Sheng Qingyan, following his mother?
There were exactly five seats in the first row, and five people sat down. From left to right, they were Sheng Ciyuan, Sheng Qingyan, Rong Yu, Yu Kexin, and Xue Yun.
The class bell rang, and Old Master Ji couldn't care about anything else. He cleared his throat and began, Hello, students. I've been in the business world for so many years, I assume there's no need for an introduction?
The students immediately chimed in:
No need, no need! We all know you, Old Mr. Ji!
The Ji Group is the leading enterprise in Haicheng, who wouldn't know your great name!
Old Master Ji smiled in satisfaction and got straight to the point. Today, we are going to talk about the opportunities and challenges of college student entrepreneurship. However, before we begin, I want to gauge how much everyone here knows about this topic.
Rong Yu was originally quite curious about how this old boy would teach the class, feeling much like parents of this era watching their children perform at a kindergarten Children's Day show. However, she saw her old son's eyes dart around mischievously.
She was far too familiar with this expression.
It was the precursor to him doing something bad.
Sure enough, Old Master Ji's gaze locked precisely onto Sheng Qingyan. He smiled and said, This male student in the white shirt, could I ask you to answer a few questions?
The eyes of the entire classroom turned in unison toward Sheng Qingyan.
Rong Yu: ...
She knew he would pull a stunt like this, she just knew it!
Yu Kexin raised her hand. Reporting to the teacher, this is not a student, but the military martial arts instructor for the freshman camp!
It seems this instructor is very interested in the knowledge of college student entrepreneurship. It is my honor, Old Master Ji continued to smile amiably. Since he has come to my classroom, he is my student. Is there a problem with a teacher asking a student to speak?
Sheng Qingyan straightened his back and stood up.
He was too tall. Standing in the first row, he was like a solid wall, blocking everyone's line of sight.
Old Master Ji sneered inwardly, but his face remained genial. I'll ask a simple, basic question. Please explain the difference between a full ratchet provision and a weighted average provision, and their impact on an entrepreneurial team.
Sheng Qingyan: ?
He could take down a sniper in a single second, and he could locate a target ten kilometers away in a sandstorm, but he completely couldn't understand these words that sounded like absolute gibberish to him.
Seeing him standing there looking bewildered.
The little person in Old Master Ji's heart couldn't help but put his hands on his hips and laugh up at the sky.
He snorted. You don't even know such a simple piece of knowledge, so why did you come to listen to this class? I see your standing posture is quite standard, but unfortunately, your head is empty. Young man, having nothing but brute strength won't do...
At this time, a student in the front row raised his hand. Old Mr. Ji, your question itself is contradictory. The full ratchet provision only applies when the subsequent financing price is lower than the previous round, whereas the weighted average provision applies to all situations. The two shouldn't be comparable.
Old Master Ji: ...
When he was studying back in the day, there weren't so many bizarre terms. It was Yuan who had written them into the lesson plan. Because he had to teach, he had researched it for several days in advance just to understand the superficial meaning. If he had to go deeper, he wouldn't be able to say anything.
Of course, he wasn't here to teach students these basic concepts in the first place.
He was a man of action, so naturally, he would start from practical situations.
He came up with this question to make Sheng Qingyan lose face, but he didn't expect that the one losing face would be himself...
Sheng Qingyan suddenly spoke up. What Old Mr. Ji means is for us to consider the differences in the applicable scenarios of these two provisions. Just as there are no completely identical battle plans on the battlefield, business decisions also need to be adapted to local conditions.
This analogy made Old Master Ji's back relax, and he immediately said, Exactly, this is exactly the direction I wanted to guide everyone to think about. Alright, you can sit down. Now, let's officially begin the lecture.
Old Master Ji adjusted his collar in front of the microphone. Most of the unpleasantness from just now seemed to have been absorbed by the podium. He sat on the edge of the podium, his legs dangling in the air, looking much more approachable and easygoing like a grandpa next door than when he was standing.
Speaking of my first time starting a business... he recalled. It was different from you guys now. At that time, carrying the eighty yuan I got from selling an ancestral inkstone, I rented a tin shed next to the train station...
A low murmur of amazement rippled through the audience below. Some students were busy taking shorthand notes in their notebooks, but he tapped his finger at them. Don't write down these useless things. You won't be able to use them in this era anyway. Just sit nicely and listen to the story.
Old Master Ji's voice echoed in the classroom.
Rong Yu seemed to see that eight-year-old child from years ago. He had also stood on a stage, wearing a big red flower, telling stories to the children in a loud, clear voice.
Time flew by in the blink of an eye, and he had become the Old Mr. Ji respected by everyone, capable of guiding the youth.
Sometimes there was cheerful laughter in the classroom, sometimes there was thoughtful silence, and sometimes new ripples of insight were drawn out, immersing the entire space in a peculiar tension—it held both the awe for a business legend and the relaxation of listening to a neighborhood grandpa tell old tales.
Sheng Qingyan suddenly squeezed Rong Yu's hand gently. A-Yu, I have to go.
According to regulations, he had to report back to the base tonight.
He had asked his leader for an extra two hours of leave, and dragging it out until now was pushing it to the absolute limit.
He reluctantly let go of Rong Yu's hand, took another look at Old Master Ji who was teaching with great enthusiasm on the stage, quietly got up, and bent over to walk out of the classroom.
When Old Master Ji finished his lecture, he subconsciously looked toward Rong Yu, and then casually glanced beside her. The seat was empty. For some reason, his heart suddenly felt empty as well.
He obviously hated this person being with his mother. Now that this person was gone, shouldn't he be happy?
Oh, he seemed to have forgotten something. He forgot to say thank you to Sheng Qingyan—thank him for the gift Sheng Qingyan had sent on his birthday, that bullet-shell mecha car that carried his beautiful childhood dreams.