Starting from a Fake University-Chapter 1555 - 821: This is the True Entrepreneur (Please Subscribe)_2

Chapter 1555: Chapter 821: This is the True Entrepreneur (Please Subscribe)_2

"That’s good. After all the challenges overseas markets faced over the past half year, things are finally moving more smoothly. Do you have a rough revenue prediction for the overseas market?"

Ding Yue asked again.

"Principal Ding, if the subsequent sales go smoothly, then the overseas market revenue for the first few years could reach several hundred billion, or even more. As for the annual revenue afterwards, we can’t make any guarantees—after all, it depends on market conditions. There might be competitors or potential market saturation by then."

An Yujia answered earnestly.

"Hmm."

Ding Yue nodded slightly, feeling fairly satisfied with this revenue forecast. Combining both domestic and overseas markets, the profits from electric vehicles were certainly substantial. Given that Feiyue Group managed costs exceptionally well, the profits—after deducting costs—tended to exceed other car manufacturers by at least thirty percent, if not more.

"The profits from electric vehicles must be allocated and managed wisely. First and foremost, make sure all employees responsible for electric vehicles, including factory workers on the production lines, receive proper benefits and well-being packages."

Ding Yue gave simple instructions to An Yujia.

Since Feiyue · Future’s electric vehicles were selling well and generating considerable profits, there was no reason to shortchange any of the employees involved—especially those working on the front lines in the factories.

"Understood, Principal Ding. I’ll make sure to arrange everything properly."

An Yujia nodded, responding seriously.

Encountering a boss like Principal Ding was a first for An Yujia. He consistently sought to improve the welfare of company employees and was even willing to share significant portions of the profits from product sales with all employees involved in the projects. This was vastly different from other domestic and international corporate bosses, who usually focused on squeezing maximum value out of their employees. Ding Yue, however, worked tirelessly to offer employees generous returns for their contributions.

This was precisely why An Yujia was so willing to wholeheartedly follow Principal Ding in developing Feiyue Group. A company like this undoubtedly had tremendous potential for growth. If the right opportunities were seized, it could one day become the world’s most powerful tech company—and possibly expand beyond just the tech sector.

Of course, all of this hinged on Mist City Arts and Science University being able to cultivate exceptional talent, most of whom would join Feiyue Group. This aspect was critical.

Currently, around thirty to forty percent of Feiyue Group’s employees were "high-level" recruits from Mist City Arts and Science University. The remainder were mainly technical talents responsible for production processes, hired either from other universities or through general social recruitment.

After all, relying solely on the students from Mist City Arts and Science University couldn’t possibly sustain such a massive business empire like Feiyue Group’s current industrial chain.

In An Yujia’s eyes, someone like Principal Ding truly deserved the title of a genuine entrepreneur.

Unknowingly, An Yujia and Principal Ding had already been chatting for nearly an hour, covering topics ranging from Feiyue · Future’s electric vehicle overseas market to the formation of the Feiyue Aerospace club. Ding Yue had essentially gathered all the information he wanted regarding Feiyue Group’s various affairs.

"Principal Ding, Director Xiong Yang said they’ll soon be arriving at the school."

At this moment, Secretary Wen Ruohan suddenly reminded.

"All right, got it."

Upon hearing this, Ding Yue nodded, then said to An Yujia, "Miss An, let’s go together to meet this senior figure in football."

"Mr. Zhao Dejiang?"

An Yujia asked.

"That’s right. This time, our Feiyue Football Club defeated Shuangjiang Football Club and advanced to the Xia Super League, gaining significant public attention. Riding the wave of this popularity, we plan to establish our own youth training and league systems. These initiatives involve certain business considerations, so you’ll need to take on extra responsibilities, Miss An."

Ding Yue said, smiling at An Yujia.

"All right, Principal Ding. I’ll do my best, but I’m not a professional in football. I can only assist Mr. Zhao Dejiang in this area."

An Yujia replied modestly.

"Hahaha, Mr. Zhao Dejiang hasn’t even agreed to join us yet."

Ding Yue spread his hands, stood up, and said to his AI robot, Big White, "Big White, let’s go together to the school gate to welcome Mr. Zhao Dejiang."

"Yes, Principal."

Big White responded, then moved to stand by Principal Ding’s side.

An Yujia and Secretary Wen Ruohan followed Principal Ding out of the office, heading toward Mist City Arts and Science University’s gate.

When Ding Yue and the group arrived at the school gate, about ten minutes later, a black business car slowly approached the gate. This car was the one Director Xiong Yang had driven to pick up Mr. Zhao Dejiang.

"They’re here."

Ding Yue said, taking a few steps forward.

Mr. Zhao Dejiang, as a veteran in the football field, was now in his early fifties. The purpose of inviting him over wasn’t to act as a football coach. After all, Mr. Zhao had been a professional player for the national team many years ago and might not be as familiar with the current tactics or trends.

So, why did Ding Yue invite Mr. Zhao over?

Clearly, though Mr. Zhao wasn’t suited to be a coach, he was an excellent fit as the person in charge of building Feiyue Football’s youth training systems and Feiyue Cup league systems. Mr. Zhao understood the kind of youth training systems and league environments needed in the country. Most importantly, like Feiyue Football Club’s players, he was a pure football enthusiast.

Only individuals like Mr. Zhao, driven by passion rather than profit, were truly suitable to oversee Feiyue Football Club’s future youth training systems and league structure.

"Yue, I heard you got Mr. Zhao Dejiang to come over, huh?"

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded nearby.

It was Huang and Bin—they had also come over. They must have heard that Mr. Zhao was arriving and decided to come welcome him as well. Ding Yue hadn’t specifically asked them to come. After all, not every matter required their involvement; they had their own busy schedules.

"Why are you two here? Indeed, it’s Mr. Zhao Dejiang. As we discussed before, we’re aiming to create a better environment for the youth training systems and football league systems. I think Mr. Zhao is a great candidate to oversee these. What do you think?"

Ding Yue smiled and asked Huang and Bin.

"Yes, Mr. Zhao Dejiang is indeed a very genuine football enthusiast. His attitude toward domestic football reflects frustration and a strong desire for improvement. I think he’s highly suitable."

Xu Bin nodded earnestly.

"I don’t know much about Mr. Zhao, so I won’t comment. But if you and Bin think he’s fitting, then I’m sure he is."

Huang Youjie spread his hands, smiling.

When the black business car stopped, Director Xiong Yang got out of the car first. He then respectfully invited Mr. Zhao Dejiang to step out of the car.

At over fifty years old, Mr. Zhao looked older than the average person of his age. Perhaps years of worrying about domestic football had taken a toll on him. For a long period, Mr. Zhao had struggled to realize his ambitions within the national football association due to various power struggles.

This was precisely why Mr. Zhao felt pleased when Ding Yue invited him over. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

That said, Mr. Zhao was still uncertain about whether Feiyue Football Club could support his aspirations and ideals.

Ultimately, Mr. Zhao’s greatest aspiration was to create a truly excellent football environment in the country. Achieving this would require robust youth training systems and league structures.