Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 251, Page 249: A Little Bit of Ambition
25%.

This number, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirred up ripples in the conference room of Jieyou Media.

Dai Ying seemed to have made up her mind, without the slightest hesitation or testing.

She released Zhou Mingyuan's hand, her eyes crinkling as she smiled and said...

"I hope this sincerity will lay the most solid foundation for our in-depth cooperation in the future."

This time, even Zhou Mingyuan's eyes showed a hint of surprise, which quickly turned into a deeper smile.

He anticipated that Dai Ying would increase her stakes, but he didn't expect her to be so decisive and take it all in one go.

"Mr. Dai."

"I've thought about it."

Dai Ying raised her hand, as if anticipating what the other person would say, and responded with a smile.

"This judgment is based on the value and future potential demonstrated by Jieyou Media. To be more polite would only make me seem narrow-minded."

"It's 25%, I'll give you a new set of detailed terms later."

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Shen Yunrong felt her heart pounding.

She subconsciously pushed up her glasses, trying to use the gesture to hide the turmoil in her heart.

25% is an outrageous figure!

This means that for that live stream with a GMV of one million, Jieyou Media's revenue share almost doubled!
She could almost instantly calculate the dizzying exact amount in her mind.

Du Jianuo found it even more unbelievable.

She took a deep breath, her starry eyes wide open, looking at Dai Ying and then at Zhou Mingyuan, as if she couldn't believe her ears.

He Min stood in the corner of the conference room, her fingers tightening slightly as she held the folder, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

"In that case."

Zhou Mingyuan stopped dwelling on the numbers, and his smile became even more genuine.

"Then thank you for your trust, Mr. Dai. Jieyou Media will certainly not let our partners down."

"Alright, Mr. Zhou, no need for formalities."

Dai Ying sat down again, and the atmosphere immediately became relaxed and lively.

"To celebrate our strategic partnership and the historic success of our live stream, shall we find a place to relax tonight?"

"no problem!"

Zhou Mingyuan acted swiftly and immediately gestured towards He Min with his lip.

"Let's book a good spot. Last time the mission was urgent, so let's do our best to be good hosts tonight."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Zhou."

Dai Ying nodded, agreeing to go along with the host's wishes.

The joy of success and the shock of huge bonuses need an outlet.

A celebratory banquet is undoubtedly the best way to do it. The marriage between capital and emerging talents can also heat up more quickly over drinks.

"Isn't it?"

"Holy crap, they've agreed on a 25% revenue split?"

"Wouldn't that mean making a fortune?"

"Oh my god."

Within just ten minutes, the news had spread throughout the Jieyou Media office area.

The female anchors and staff who were not invited to the meeting room had already caught wind of the revenue sharing ratio through various channels, enough to make everyone's breathing catch in their throats.

In a company primarily composed of young people and heavily reliant on information and traffic, gossip spreads faster than anyone could imagine.

Qi Baitao was currently holed up in her dorm room, absentmindedly fiddling with the lipstick on the table.

Her phone screen was lit up, displaying a small group chat that did not include her boss, Zhou Mingyuan.

——【A High-End Wellness Club for Wealthy Women to Relieve Their Worries】

The group chat has exploded.

[Holy crap!!! Is this for real?! 25%?! ...

A message popped up accompanied by countless exclamation marks.

[Millions in sales, 25% commission... I'm bad at math, can someone help me calculate how much that is???]

I knew it would be effective, but I didn't expect it to be this good!

[The key point is the profit sharing, ladies! The highest it gets in the industry is probably only 20%, right?]

[@DuJiaNuo, did the brand representatives come to pick it up in person?]

That's an exaggeration.

Qi Baitao's fingers swiped rapidly across the screen as she watched the messages pop up, her little mouth never closing.

As the first person in the group to know Du Jianuo, she found it difficult to describe her feelings at this moment.

Are you happy for her?

There is indeed a little bit of that.

Would I be honored to be a part of this?

That makes sense.

But more than anything, I felt a mixture of anxiety and envy that was hard to put into words.

We're all former employees of Tianyu Media, so why is there such a big difference between us?
Million GMV.

25%.

The two numbers seemed to possess a magical power, swirling endlessly in her mind.

It's true, we just finalized it. We're having dinner together right now, we'll talk later!

The person involved finally spoke up in the group, bringing the decision to a conclusion.

[Your sisters will celebrate with you when you turn back~~~]

Qi Baitao took a deep breath and replied in the group chat.

After replying to the message, she put down her phone, her gaze sweeping over the thick stack of textbooks on her desk, lost in thought.

She is also a junior at Huazhong University of Science and Technology this year, and is the most highly educated signed talent in the entire Jieyou Media.

Originally, for her, live streaming was just one of many development paths to test the waters.

But now, she finds that what she didn't intend has unexpectedly blossomed into something wonderful.

The future that Jieyou Media pointed out to everyone is becoming increasingly clear.

Is it still necessary to follow my advisor's advice and pursue graduate studies?
Is it possible that I'll be the next one to become a viral sensation?
If I could get business orders and a share of the profits, I'd be laughing in my sleep.
Qi Baitao bit her lip, her beautiful eyes darting around as she stared intently at her unparalleled figure in the mirror, a stream of thoughts bubbling up in her mind.

She shook her head, trying to dispel some unrealistic thoughts, but the longing in her heart became clearer and clearer.

In another corner, Qu Yue, who came to the company this morning without having any classes, was much more direct.

After gossiping for a while, she stood up from her chair and asked the male operations manager at a nearby workstation, "Is it true?"

"25%! That's the industry ceiling, right?! Could we maybe get some of these benefits in the future?"

The male operations manager pushed up his glasses, looking quite rational: "According to what Assistant He just told the boss, it shouldn't be false."

"And after all, it's the top streamer who generated millions in GMV in a single live stream, so increasing the revenue share is reasonable."

"Yueyue, you don't need to worry!"

The male operations manager said excitedly, "On the one hand, the company's revenue has increased significantly, and our basic benefits and resource allocation will definitely improve."

"On the other hand, with your talent, you might just be the spokesperson for the next business partnership!"

"Really? Then I need to go and learn from Uno!"

Qu Yue is a woman of action; as she spoke, she actually started to peek into the conference room, but the male operations manager quickly pulled her back.

"My dear aunt, the big shots are discussing serious matters. Wouldn't you be asking for trouble if you went now?"

"Fine, I'll just message her privately."

Qu Yue's eyes lit up even more.

Unlike Qi Baitao's restraint and Qu Yue's excitement, another streamer, Chen Keke, simply put on her headphones and opened Du Jianuo's live stream replay.

She watched with unusual seriousness, not admiring the dance and movements, but observing the rhythm of the other person's interaction, the flow of their words, and their performance on camera.

The huge commissions acted like a shot in the arm, making many people see the astonishing potential of this industry.

The entire Jieyou Media seems to have been hit by a magic stone made of gold. On the surface, it maintains a calm routine, but beneath the surface, ambition and restless currents are surging.

Most of the signed talents are re-evaluating the company's potential and re-planning their own future.

In the evening, the lanterns are lit.

One of the most iconic night views of Wuhan is the long riverbank and riverside avenue.

Neon lights flash and cars and people bustle about, outlining the prosperous outline of this provincial capital in central China. A river breeze carries moisture, and in a historic old building along the river boulevard, there is a restaurant called Guanlan Pavilion.

The storefront is unassuming, with only a small bronze plaque indicating that a hidden world awaits inside.

Vintage chandeliers, dark wood floors, and old photos with an artistic flair hanging on the walls.

Most importantly, it boasts a riverside terrace with excellent views.

He Min had already arranged everything. The reserved spot was a table on the terrace closest to the river view, with the brightly lit bridge just above.

The lights of the boats on the river were reflected on the water, casting long shadows.

Inside the private room, representatives from Jieyou Media and MALA ACTIVE took their seats in turn.

After a full day of detailed discussions, the basic framework was finalized, and both sides were in good spirits.

Dai Ying went back to the hotel to change her clothes. She was wearing a high-quality champagne-colored silk shirt, exuding a powerful aura.

"President Zhou really knows how to choose a location."

Dai Ying admired the river view and praised it sincerely.

"The river view has its expansiveness during the day and its brilliance at night."

Zhou Mingyuan smiled and raised his slender flute glass, the champagne bubbling up with cheerful, delicate bubbles.

"Come on, let's toast to everyone's happy cooperation!"

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou and Jieyou Media, for showing me new possibilities and huge potential. It's a pleasure to cooperate with you!"

Dai Ying also stood up.

The clinking of glasses filled the room.

The atmosphere was quickly ignited.

"To be honest, Mr. Zhou."

After a few rounds of drinks, Dai Ying's cheeks flushed, and she gently swirled the glass in her hand, her tone tinged with curiosity.

"I've always been very interested in it."

"Your way of looking at problems, your perspective on doing things, and your understanding of the essence of business are completely unlike, well, unlike most people your age."

“Even many veterans in the e-commerce industry who have been immersed in it for many years may not have your insight.”

"Could you please satisfy my curiosity, Mr. Zhou? Do you have a family background in business, or do you have a mentor guiding you?"

Dai Ying had been pondering this question for a long time.

At this moment, fueled by alcohol and the atmosphere, the question naturally came out.

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Zhou Mingyuan smiled upon hearing this.

He took a small sip of wine, his gaze fixed on the distant river, his voice calm.

"Mr. Dai, you flatter me. There is no expert who can guide me."

"I come from an ordinary family. I just tend to be a bit thoughtful, I see a lot of things, and I think a lot."

"If we must talk about enlightenment and influence, then we have to thank this information-exploding internet age,"

"Young people are curious about everything, so they delve into everything, trying to understand the patterns and logic behind phenomena, and in addition..."

The man paused, carefully choosing his words.

"In addition, I may have been a little luckier than others. I met a talented senior student while I was in school, and I caught the platform dividend of live-streaming e-commerce. I stumbled and struggled, but I gradually figured it out and got to where I am now."

Ultimately, it was the times that gave us the opportunity.

".That's it."

Dai Ying listened attentively, her slender fingers tapping lightly on the table as she nodded.

It's not hard to see that the other party's answer was somewhat evasive.

While candidly sharing some of his experiences, he cleverly preserved the core mystery and personal touch, attributing his success to luck.

Is meeting your future top news anchor while still in school considered lucky?
Dai Ying's gaze fell on Du Jianuo, whose eyes were bright and her brows were full of shyness.

"Mr. Zhou is too modest."

"Your little bit of luck and exploration is something that countless people never achieve in their entire lives."

Fine food and wine, beautiful scenery and auspicious time, coupled with the immense joy of settling down during the day, made the conversation at the table relaxed and wide-ranging.

The two groups chatted about everything from the delicious food and beautiful scenery of Wuhan and Hangzhou to recent industry news, and then to some embarrassing stories and insights from their respective entrepreneurial and working processes.

The clinking of wine glasses filled the room with joy.

Then, the waiter brought out the last dessert.

The carefully plated mango pomelo sago dessert with osmanthus jelly features distinct segments of grapefruit pulp, tempting mango puree, and a translucent osmanthus jelly that resembles a work of art, topped with small mint leaves.

"Come on, try this. It's refreshing and helps with hangovers. It tastes great."

Zhou Mingyuan called out to everyone and was the first to pick up a small spoon.

Sitting not far away, Shen Yunrong had already drunk countless cups; the best way to show happiness was to empty her glass completely.

Although it wasn't her first job, it was the first time she had experienced the immense sense of accomplishment from participating in and succeeding in a project.

interesting.

She followed suit, picked up the cold little spoon in front of her, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in her mouth.

The cool and smooth texture did indeed relieve the worsening dizziness.

But she soon realized that the effects of the alcohol were still gradually building up.

My vision began to blur and overlap, and my hearing also became hazy and indistinct.

The sounds of laughter and conversation around me, and the whistles of ships on the river, seemed to drift through a warm veil.

She tried to maintain her posture, lifting her back slightly off the chair, attempting to concentrate on listening to Zhou Mingyuan and Dai Ying's conversation.

But they found that their voices were sometimes clear in their ears, and sometimes so distant that they seemed to be on the horizon.

"Jiangcheng has changed a lot in the past few years."

The conversation had long since shifted to impressions of the city, and everyone was much more relaxed.

"Especially along the river, the planning is getting better and better."

"Yes."

Zhou Mingyuan nodded.

"But I actually prefer to go to the winding alleys in the old town, where you can find the true local flavor of Jiangcheng."

“For example, on Rouge Road, the night market comes alive at night and can stay lively until two or three in the morning.”

"Really?"

Dai Ying rested her chin on her hand, clearly intrigued.

In fact, despite Hangzhou's greater internationalization and development, its nightlife is rather lackluster.

"Next time, if you're free in the evening and want to try something different, I can take you to a more authentic experience. I guarantee it'll be much more interesting and down-to-earth than those formulaic high-end restaurants."

Zhou Mingyuan spoke frankly, revealing his eight white teeth.

"Okay! It's a deal!"

Dai Ying readily agreed.

As Shen Yunrong listened, she subconsciously nodded, her lips maintaining a perfectly curved shape. Yet, she felt her jaw grow heavier and heavier, as if filled with lead, yet also as light as if filled with cotton.

Two conflicting feelings intertwined repeatedly.

She raised her hand to push up her glasses, but her finger almost poked her forehead.

Oh right, I wore colored contact lenses today, which is unusual for me.

It's no longer a pair of framed glasses.
Du Jianuo was the first to notice her unusual behavior, and leaned closer to ask in a low voice.

"Are you alright, Sister Yun? Your face is quite red."

At first glance, the older sister had an unnatural blush from her neck to her forearms.

"Uh"

Shen Yunrong's face at this moment looked as if it had been dyed by the most beautiful sunset.

A few strands of hair fell loosely across her forehead and cheeks, giving her an unusual air of languidness.

In her dazed state, she heard Du Jianuo's question, and it took her several beats to turn her head and blink a few times.

"Huh? It's nothing."

"fine."

Her voice was much softer and more indistinct than usual, with a slightly drawn-out ending and a hint of naivety.

Zhou Mingyuan also noticed something amiss.

what's the situation?
Shen Yunrong is...
Was drunk?
(End of this chapter)