Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

Business Line

The atmosphere in the conference room of the group's headquarters was as heavy as the low-pressure clouds before a storm. The group's top executives sat around the huge oval conference table. The documents in front of them were piled up like a mountain. Everyone had a solemn or anxious look on their face. The projector was flashing with dense data and charts. It was an analysis report on the group's future strategic direction, and also a preliminary blueprint for the "Spark Plan" that was about to be launched.

Jiang Ciyou sat at the head of the conference table, wearing a neat black suit that highlighted her tall figure, and her neat short hair made her look particularly energetic. Her eyes were firm and sharp, scanning everyone present, and the pen in her hand tapped rhythmically on the table, breaking the silence of the conference room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the business world we live in is changing rapidly and competition has never stopped. Now, the group has reached a critical turning point. We cannot be satisfied with our existing achievements. We must explore new areas and create greater value." Jiang Ciyou's voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the conference room.

She stood up slightly, walked to the projector, picked up the pointer, pointed to the data on the screen and said, "Look, everyone, after market research and analysis, we found that female entrepreneurs around the world are facing many difficulties: lack of funds, lack of resources, limited connections... But they also have unlimited potential and innovative spirit. If we can support them, it will not only be a good deed, but also a new growth point for the group and cultivate future business pillars for society."

The executives in the audience began to whisper and discuss. Some nodded in agreement, while others looked doubtful. The financial director pushed his glasses and expressed his concerns: "Mr. Jiang, I understand your strategic vision, but this is a huge investment after all. One billion is not a small amount. In terms of risk assessment..."

Jiang Ciyou smiled slightly and raised his hand to interrupt him: "Of course I have considered the risks. An investment without risk cannot be called a real investment. But I am confident in this plan. We are not blindly throwing money around. Instead, we will establish a rigorous screening mechanism to ensure that funds flow to the most promising projects. At the same time, we will also provide them with all-round support, including a mentor team, marketing promotion, supply chain docking, etc."

After a heated discussion, the Spark Plan was finally passed unanimously by the board of directors. Once the news came out, it immediately caused an uproar in the business community. The media rushed to the news, and major financial newspapers and TV stations rushed to report this heavy news.

Not long after, Jiang Ciyou was invited to give a speech at Harvard Business School. This world-class business school brings together the best and most ambitious business talents from all over the world. They dream of changing the world and are eager to absorb knowledge and find the secret of success. The lecture hall was packed with students in formal attire, their eyes full of anticipation and curiosity. They came here early to grab the best seats, just to catch a glimpse of this legendary business woman.

Jiang Ciyou walked up to the podium with a confident step, and the audience burst into warm applause. She was wearing a simple and elegant white suit, paired with an exquisite pearl necklace, and her every move showed elegance and calmness. She smiled and nodded to the audience, and after the applause died down, she began her speech.

"Students, I am very happy to be here today to share with you some of my experiences and insights on the business path." Jiang Ciyou's voice was clear and infectious, and it spread throughout the lecture hall through the microphone. She talked about her journey from betrayal on her wedding night to overcoming many difficulties and finally building a business empire. The students in the audience listened with great interest and exclaimed from time to time.

However, just as the speech was coming to an end, a young student sitting in the front row suddenly stood up with a provocative look on his face and asked loudly: "Ms. Jiang, your so-called 'Spark Plan', which invests 10 billion to support young female entrepreneurs, sounds great, but is it just a carefully planned show? After all, the business world is cruel. Do you really think these inexperienced novices can succeed? How can you guarantee that this huge amount of money will not be wasted?"

For a moment, the whole audience was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Jiang Ciyou and the student. Jiang Ciyou was not angry about this question. A hint of appreciation flashed in her eyes. She nodded slightly and motioned the student to sit down.

"My dear student, your question is very sharp, and it is exactly what many people have doubted. I admire your courage to raise questions on this occasion." Jiang Ciyou said calmly, "First of all, I want to say that the Spark Project is not a show. I am well aware of the cruelty of business and the challenges faced by start-ups, but precisely because of this, I am more willing to lend a helping hand. Every great company was once a tiny seed that needed someone to give it sunlight, rain and soil in order to thrive."

Jiang Ciyou signaled his assistant to turn on the big screen, and connected with several female entrepreneurs who have participated in the "Spark Plan". The camera switched, and the first person to appear on the screen was a young woman from rural India. She was wearing a traditional sari, with excitement in her eyes. She said in not very fluent English: "Before I met Mr. Jiang's "Spark Plan", I was just an ordinary woman with a dream of starting a business. I had no funds, no connections, and no support from my family. But Mr. Jiang's team discovered the potential of my project and not only gave me the start-up capital, but also helped me contact suppliers and mentors. Now, my company has successfully launched a series of environmentally friendly household products, with orders coming in continuously, and it has also created employment opportunities for local women."

Then, an African American woman appeared on the screen. She founded a technology company that focused on developing medical and health applications for minority communities. "If it weren't for the Spark Project, my company would have died a long time ago. Mr. Jiang and his team believed in my ideas, gave me a platform to showcase them, and gave me the opportunity to cooperate with large companies to expand the market. Today, our applications have helped tens of thousands of people get more convenient medical services."

As the beneficiaries shared their success stories, the atmosphere in the lecture hall gradually changed from doubt to admiration. The students' eyes were full of respect, and the student who asked the question also lowered his head in shame. Jiang Ciyou proved the value of the "Spark Plan" with practical actions, which not only won reputation for the group, but also lit the fire of hope for global female entrepreneurs.

Family Line

At the same time, the Lu family residence far away in China was shrouded in tension and worry. Lu Chengyan, the son of Jiang Ciyou and Lu Jingchen, was always full of energy, sunny and handsome, but now he was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face. His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, his lips were bloodless, and there was an IV tube in his arm, and the drip of medicine slowly flowed into his body.

After receiving a call from the school teacher, Lu Jingchen rushed to the hospital anxiously. He looked at his weak son on the hospital bed, his heart full of self-blame and heartache. He knew that Lu Chengyan had always worked very hard, whether in school or participating in various social practice activities, he always went all out to prove himself and not embarrass his parents.

Sitting on a chair beside the bed, Lu Jingchen gently held his son's hands. Those hands were once full of strength, but now they were so weak. His eyes were slightly red, and he said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Son, why are you so stupid? Why don't you know how to take care of yourself?"

After a long time, Lu Chengyan slowly woke up. His eyes were a little confused. Seeing his father sitting beside the bed, he forced a smile: "Dad, I'm fine, just a little tired."

Seeing his son trying to be brave, Lu Jingchen felt even more upset: "You said you were fine, but you exhausted yourself. Do you know how worried your mother would be if she knew?"

When Lu Chengyan mentioned his mother, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes: "Dad, don't tell Mom, she is busy with the group's affairs now, and I don't want her to be distracted."

Lu Jingchen sighed helplessly: "Kid, you are still thinking about these things at this time. If your mother knew that I kept it a secret from her, she would definitely not forgive me."

However, the truth will eventually come out. Jiang Ciyou learned about her son's hospitalization right after finishing her speech at Harvard Business School. She was extremely worried and immediately changed her flight ticket and rushed back to China. Along the way, her heart was in her throat, and her son's illness kept appearing in her mind, and she was full of self-blame.

When she arrived at the hospital ward, it was already late at night. The lights in the ward were dim, Lu Chengyan was already asleep, and Lu Jingchen was sitting beside the bed, looking tired. When he saw Jiang Ciyou coming in, he quickly stood up and gestured to keep quiet.

Jiang Ciyou walked gently to the bedside, looked at her son's haggard face, and couldn't help but burst into tears. She carefully sat down on the bedside, held her son's hand, put it on her cheek, and whispered softly: "Son, mom is back, wake up."

Lu Chengyan seemed to feel his mother's call, moved his fingers slightly, and slowly opened his eyes. Seeing his mother's face full of tears, his heart ached: "Mom, why are you back? I'm fine, really."

Jiang Ciyou gently stroked her son's forehead: "Silly boy, you are already sick, how can mom not come back? Tell mom, what happened?"

Lu Chengyan hesitated for a moment, but still said truthfully: "Mom, I recently participated in an entrepreneurial competition, and at the same time I had to prepare for the school exam. It was really tiring. I want to make some achievements to make you and Dad proud of me."

Jiang Ciyou listened to her son's words, feeling touched and distressed: "Son, you are already very good, don't put so much pressure on yourself. In my heart, your health is the most important thing."

In the ward late at night, the mother and son had a heart-to-heart talk. Lu Chengyan confided his inner pressure and confusion to his mother. He longed to make achievements in the business field and contribute to society like his parents, but he was worried that he could not reach their level. Jiang Ciyou listened patiently and gave encouragement and comfort from time to time.

"Son, you know, when I was your age, I also experienced confusion and setbacks. But as long as you stick to your dreams and take one step at a time, you will always find your own path. Don't be too impatient, mom and dad will always be by your side to support you." Jiang Ciyou's voice was gentle and firm.

Lu Chengyan nodded slightly, tears flashing in his eyes: "Mom, I understand. I will take care of my health in the future, and you don't have to be too tired."

Jiang Ciyou gently wiped away her son's tears: "Okay, let's work hard together. When you are discharged from the hospital, Mom will take you to do what you like and relax."

On this quiet night, the ward was filled with strong family affection. Jiang Ciyou and Lu Chengyan became closer. They understood and supported each other and faced the challenges in life together. Lu Jingchen was watching this scene with a lot of emotion in his heart. He knew that the warmth and strength of the family was their strong backing for fighting in the business battlefield. No matter how big the storm was, as long as the family worked together, there would be no obstacles that could not be overcome.

Outside the window, the night is deep, and the hurried footsteps of medical staff can be heard occasionally in the hospital corridor. But in this small ward, it is full of hope and love, like a bright light in the darkness, illuminating the way forward.