The Cicada Illuminates the Night

At the age of twenty-five, Xia Jingchan is already at the top of the venture capital circle, followed by six men who have conquered their respective worlds. Taking the crown, the stars, and half the world in hand, they asked her what she wanted. She pushed away the contract and pointed to the night sky of the Sahara Desert. The next second, 100,000 square kilometers of photovoltaic matrices lighted up at the same time, the light pierced the darkness, and day came early for the African continent. "I want light," she said, "not the light of diamonds, but the light that makes it possible to read at night in the most remote villages." The financial tycoon wanted to crown her with money, so she asked him to establish the Global Women's Entrepreneurship Fund; the military and industrial leader promised to use force to protect the empire, and she turned missile technology into disaster relief logistics; the media emperor chased her with the camera for seven years, and she turned the camera to the forgotten corner of the world. They had thought it was a competition to conquer her, only to realize later: she had never been chosen. When the spotlight of history was on her, the whole world was asking: "Xia Jingchan, what do you want?" She stood in the center of the ocean of light, with the energy map extending to the horizon behind her: "I want every girl to walk without being afraid of the dark." "I want knowledge no longer to be interrupted by sunset." "I want every pair of eyes on this continent to see their future in the light." On the day she reached the summit, she did not choose any throne. She bent down and became the source of light itself.