The establishment of Mae Gang University seems to be a very ordinary thing for Mae Gang.

It's just that what everyone didn't expect was this.

Jiang Yang's decision, as well as what he calls the "first lesson" today, became the beginning of a complete fission in this world.

It was as if he was holding a handful of seeds in his hands.

These seeds are sprinkled into the soil and begin to take root and germinate immediately.

Dig deep into the ground, and then start to grow like crazy.

The students who chose to stay at Mae Gang University did not expect it either.

They didn't expect the gift that the school had received them to be so "terrifying".

One company per person that has been in operation for more than one year.

Principal Jiang famously said: Practice.

The market is a global market.

From cars to household appliances to daily consumables in life.

All kinds of brands, all kinds of businesses.

Most of these are enterprises that have encountered bottlenecks in their development, or they are in a state of "sub-health".

When the students of Meigang University get their respective companies, they not only have to face the problem of smoothly pulling these companies out of the dark and looking for opportunities in the global market environment, but they are even very likely to form a state of "forced" progress.

That's cannibalism.

"Sometimes it's not necessarily your peers who kill you."

This was President Jiang's last sentence to the students at the opening ceremony.

There is competition among companies in the same industry, and there is competition among companies in different industries.

Inter-bank competition.

It is worth mentioning.

The 500 companies selected by Meigang University seem to have been carefully arranged for a long time.

Not only does the scope of competition in the market shrink indefinitely, but the 500 companies mainly focus on three major industries.

Internet, electronic technology, energy.

No matter how you go around, these 500 companies can't escape the situation of competing with each other.

Even the beginning is full of gunpowder.

The first batch of students in Meigang since the establishment of the school started their road of fighting.

After the opening ceremony, a mysterious guest waited for a long time in Jiang Yang's office.

The man was very tall, only about 1.6 meters tall.

The face of a Westerner, but the skin is very tanned, with a hint of bronz.

It was hot, but he was dressed in a formal evening gown with a swallowtail at the back and a London hat.

There are crutches in the right hand, but the leg is not lame.

The moment Jiang Yang entered the door, male

The man immediately got up.

Take off your hat, place it on your abdomen, and then bend down slightly to salute.

"You, it's Jiang Yang, Mr. Jiang."

The man smiled cutely, as if he had been an old friend of Jiang Yang for many years, and the standard of Chinese speaking, but his grasp of sentence breaks and rhythm was not very good, and it sounded a little weird.

Jiang Yang stood in front of the door and looked at Shen Yitong.

Shen Yitong stood on tiptoe and whispered in Jiang Yang's ear, "The person introduced by Sein, a descendant of De Jud, is a Chinese national, named Mu Haipeng."

With Shen Yitong's introduction, the man's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he smiled and nodded towards Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang stood up straight and looked at Mu Haipeng stretching out his right hand: "Jiang Yang."

The smile on Mu Haipeng's face was even stronger, he put the scepter aside, his feet quickly moved forward, and as he walked briskly, he immediately stretched out his hands, grabbing Jiang Yang's right hand and swaying excitedly.

"Contemptible, surname, Mu."

"Mu Xiuji's Mu, the magnificent sea, and the Peng of thousands of miles."

Speaking of this, Mu Haipeng still held Jiang Yang's hand, not forgetting to explain his name.

The height difference between the two is very large, which is a stark contrast.

Jiang Yang's right hand was Mu Haipeng

Grabbing it, he nodded slightly, and said, "The Jiang of the Jiang Yang thief, the Yang of the Jiang Yang thief."

「……」

「……」

Mu Haipeng and Shen Yitong were both stunned.

Then, Shen Yitong looked at Mu Haipeng and shrugged his shoulders slightly, and went to the side to pour tea.

"Haha."

Mu Haipeng's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he looked at Jiang Yang and said, "Z Xi is humorous."

Jiang Yang said: "Call me Jiang Yang, Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang."

"Understood."

Mu Haipeng still smiled deeply, and his eyes never left Jiang Yang's eyes: "Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Yang looked at Mu Haipeng's eyes and nodded slightly.

There was a pause of about two seconds.

Stretch out your right hand and head towards the sofa.

Mu Haipeng smiled even deeper, and bent down: "You please first."

Jiang Yang still stood straight: "The one who comes is a guest."

Another two seconds.

Mu Haipeng squinted his eyes and smiled: "Then, it's better to be respectful and obey your fate."

With that, he let go of his hands that grabbed Jiang Yang and walked straight to the sofa.

Reaching out and wiping the clothes on his back, he carefully set his hat aside.

Turning, straightening his chest, he sat down.

Shen Yitong brought tea.

Mu Haipeng's eyes turned into a crescent moon with a smile, and he looked at Shen Yitong: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Shen Yitong replied

He smiled again, then stretched out his right hand and motioned for the guests to have tea.

Then he walked over to the couch across from him and stopped.

Didn't sit.

Just stood there quietly.

It wasn't until Jiang Yang lifted his leather shoes and walked to the sofa and sat down that Shen Yitong continued to make tea and made Jiang Yang a new cup.

"Mr. Jiang is really, humorous."

Mu Haipeng stood in front of his crotch with his hands, sat up straight, and looked at Jiang Yang with a smile: "The first time I heard it, a great person, like this, describes himself. In the following, I would like to express my deep, sorry for what I just said, words and deeds."

Such a strange way of breaking sentences made Shen Yitong a little breathless when he heard it.

There was even a feeling of wanting to speak for him.

Jiang Yang didn't seem to think so, looked at Mu Haipeng and said, "At this time, Meigang is doing business on the sea. As the master of Mae Hong Kong, I want to watch the sea and eat."

"Mei Hong Kong is engaged in monopoly trading."

"It's not clean."

Jiang Yang picked up the teacup, blew it slightly, and looked up at Mu Haipeng: "It's not too much to say that it's a robber."

Mu Haipeng's smiling eyes were crooked, and he sat down and bowed to Jiang Yang: "Admire, admire."

"Great and humble, great hidden in the rivers and lakes."

"Obviously, I did something that changed the world, and even, changed the footprints of history."

Mu Haipeng seemed to be tired when he spoke, inhaled, and continued: "But still, don't show off, don't be high-profile, keep the rhythm firmly in your own hands."

"Shaken, whole world. But he hid it well, himself. Deeply hidden, fame. Really, really, it's amazing."

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

Jiang Yang looked up at Mu Haipeng: "If you have anything to say, just say it, you don't have to go around in circles."

"Of course, there are some things that make me embarrassed that I don't have to talk about them anymore."

Jiang Yang leaned on the sofa, one leg cocked, and looked at Mu Haipeng with a smile.

"For example, let me kick Ye Wenjing away."

Jiang Yang tilted his head and looked into Mu Haipeng's eyes: "Cooperate with Sain."