How can you become a star without money?

Chapter 79 Don't move, this angle is beautiful [3rd update, please subscribe]

On his way to the dinner party with Deng Wendi, Wang Yao was still pondering who to give the $300 million to.

The place Deng Wendi chose was the Shilla Hotel, managed by Li Fuzhen.

As one of the highest-level luxury hotels in Korea, Wang Yao felt that this hotel was indeed much less elegant than the Peninsula Hotel, perhaps due to a lack of cultural heritage.

Led by Secretary Kim, Wang Yao went straight to a restaurant on a separate floor. The restaurant was empty except for Wang Yao's table of guests, a total of 6 people eating. However, there were more than a dozen chefs busy in the open kitchen, and as many as 26 service staff, all of whom were standard Korean beauties.

With so many people serving them, they don't even need to eat; just the sheer number of people is enough to intimidate anyone.

For ordinary people like Luo Yan and her daughter Nazha, this kind of occasion was truly unbearable. They were brought here by a private car after finishing their project, and if Wang Yao hadn't confirmed it, they would have almost thought they had been kidnapped.

I accidentally wandered into the Heavenly Palace, it was terrifying.

Seeing Wang Yao appear, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Yan quickly stood up and grabbed her son, "What's going on? Such a big commotion, are you crazy?"

Naza also looked at Wang Yao curiously. Her face was still swollen from the injections she had received, and it was quite cute.

"Someone is trying to take advantage of your son, so let's just relax and enjoy ourselves." Wang Yao looked around but didn't see Deng Wendi. He guessed she was waiting for the grand finale.

"You haven't offended anyone, have you? This is Korea, we don't know anyone here. Should we call the police?" Luo Yan said suspiciously.

"Don't worry, the beauty industry in Korea is pretty good. Your skin is noticeably more radiant now." Wang Yao pulled Luo Yan down to sit and started chatting to ease their stress.

Perhaps because their leader had arrived, they finally relaxed a bit, even in the unfamiliar environment surrounded by wolves.

As the temporary host, Secretary Kim also began to play the role of easing the atmosphere, sharing her experiences about the Shilla Hotel and Goryeo.

"Brother, could you take some pictures for me later?" Naza asked expectantly.

“No problem, this place is quite photogenic and can be chosen as a filming location.” Wang Yao smiled.

When the first round of appetizers began to be served, Deng Wendi finally arrived late.

Perhaps to show how much she valued Wang Yao, she specially changed into a low-key yet deliberate dress.

It can be said that they are very particular.

And it wasn't just her; Lee Boo-jung, also dressed in a formal gown, followed behind her, but she didn't sit at the same table as them; instead, she went to another corner.

As she passed Wang Yao, she deliberately glanced at him and adjusted the hem of her floor-length skirt, seemingly in a provocation.

My legs are blocking the view, what are you looking at now, you little pervert?

Wang Yao's attention was drawn to Li Fuzhen, while the others' attention was drawn to Deng Wendi.

For her, almost every Chinese woman of this era knows her; she was once one of the most talked-about figures during casual conversations. The other is the Harvard girl.

Luo Yan and Nazha's mother were both stunned, feeling an inexplicable sense of absurdity, as if a character from a TV series had suddenly appeared in real life.

Deng Wendi, on the other hand, seemed quite at ease. After all, they were roughly the same age and could find some common ground to talk about.

Deng Wendi's attitude was very convincing, and her praise and appreciation for Wang Yao were undisguised in every sentence.

This made Luo Yan's expression increasingly stiff, and she had a momentary illusion.

I wonder if I'll soon have a daughter-in-law who's about my age.

Apart from Deng Wendi and Wang Yao, everyone else experienced some indigestion after the meal.

By the time dessert was served, they had almost finished eating. Deng Wendi and Luo Yan excused themselves, asking Secretary Jin to take good care of them, and then led Wang Yao to a quiet spot to get down to business.

“I discussed it with the company, and $100 million is not a problem, but it cannot be paid in one lump sum. It needs to be paid in stages, and if we see results, the budget may be more than $100 million.”

Wang Yao raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this, not expecting her to make her own offer so quickly.

It does seem a bit urgent.

"What effect is Sister Di referring to?" Wang Yao asked, puzzled.

"What can you do with $10?" Deng Wendi asked rhetorically.

"You wouldn't be thinking of signing Qu Shou for this price, would you?" Wang Yao said with a squinting smile.

“At least Ma Ruode can go, right?” Deng Wendi said with a smile.

She had someone do the calculations that afternoon. Whether it's Ma Ruo or Qu Shou, if they publicly announce that they're joining another platform, regardless of the general traffic, some fans will definitely follow them there, which is equivalent to having a topic traffic entry point.

“Today I visited a senior Korean in the internet industry and I had a new idea.” Wang Yao didn’t answer, but instead shared his idea of ​​making Myspace mobile.

"Mobile devices?" Deng Wendi was a little lost in the thinking of the young people.

They can't even figure out how to do it on PC, why are they trying to do it on mobile?

"You should know about the iPad that Apple announced a few days ago, right, Sister Di?" Wang Yao said with a smile.

"Of course, I've already tried it. It's a very interesting product, but I feel it's not very useful. It's not as good as a laptop for office work, and for audio-visual entertainment, it's just an enhanced MP4 player? That's what the industry thinks." Deng Wendi frowned.

"The iPad is indeed a product somewhere between an MP4 player and a laptop, but with the enrichment of software and hardware upgrades, its impact on office and entertainment users will far exceed that of laptops. Mobile and lightweight devices will definitely be the mainstream trend in the future."

Because they increase the frequency with which users use the software. Since QQ allowed mobile login, its daily active users have nearly tripled, and the user base, which hadn't seen significant growth for several years, has also seen a substantial increase.
This is the trend. Once internet giants realize the importance of mobile devices, they will gradually abandon cumbersome platforms like PCs.” Wang Yao smiled, but his tone was unusually confident.

“But that’s a future matter,” Deng Wendi said, frowning, somewhat persuaded.

“Maybe tomorrow. Besides, the internet itself is the future. It’s unwise to not bet on the future and get entangled in the past. This might be the biggest opportunity to overtake others.” Wang Yao stared intently at her.

"How much does it cost to develop software?" Deng Wendi asked. "Not expensive, I can even pay for it in advance," Wang Yao chuckled.

"It seems you're really confident about this." Deng Wendi was somewhat surprised; even if the cost wasn't high, it would still be at least tens of thousands of US dollars.

So confident?
“My confidence is useless; it’s Sister Di who needs to be confident. If the CEO can’t cooperate, then any operational strategy will be greatly compromised. So I want to ask, Sister Di, how much are you willing to give?” Wang Yao said in a deep voice.

"What do you want?" Deng Wendi asked in return.

"Let's make a bet." Wang Yao stared at her for a while, then decided there was no need to argue, knowing full well that she didn't have many chips.

"Myspace signed a performance-based agreement with me, in which I would be responsible for the mobile app development, and we also signed an annual contract worth $100 million, payable in installments, but the first installment could not be less than 30% of the budget."

Then, based on 1000 daily active users (DAU), if that is achieved, I can choose to renew a $10 million annual cooperation agreement and exchange the mobile app for 20% of Myspace's shares. If I do not renew the cooperation agreement, I will receive an additional $200 million in compensation, and the app will belong to me.

If the agreed-upon goals are not achieved, I will continue to provide services free of charge until they are completed.

Deng Wendi was stunned for a moment, then quickly calculated, "You want to do something worth 30 million US dollars with 100 US dollars? You're that confident?"

“Skyfire currently only has $60 available. If Sister Di is confident, then I am confident too,” Wang Yao chuckled.

Although Myspace's total valuation is less than $6000 million, it sounds a bit excessive for Wang Yao to mortgage 20% of his equity with an app. However, if it really achieves 10 daily active users in China, the valuation will be close to $5 million. If the same model succeeds globally, it could at least bring the company's valuation back to over $500 million.

A betting agreement involves both parties bringing together various unequal treaties and betting that the other party cannot fulfill them. If they do, it's a win-win situation.

But no matter what, Myspace is not at a disadvantage.

"I like partners who are all-in. Don't worry, I won't let you suffer." Deng Wendi's eyes sparkled with admiration.

“Going all in is a kind of wisdom.” Wang Yao curled the corners of his mouth, his smile cold.

Deng Wendi was momentarily stunned.

What a fierce kid.

"Then I wish us a pleasant cooperation." Deng Wendi snapped out of her reverie and asked the waiter for champagne.

"Follow-up execution may require Sister Di's cooperation," Wang Yao said, raising his glass.

"Don't worry, I never let my friends suffer losses. I will use the profits from other domestic businesses to subsidize your initial investment." Deng Wendi chuckled and clinked glasses.

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Wang Yao was interrupted by a phone call from Chi Ming.

The president of the shell company we talked to before wanted to discuss the acquisition and asked Wang Yao if he had time.

It's almost 8 p.m. now. Wang Yao originally wanted to postpone it until tomorrow, but things seem to have piled up again, and he doesn't have time to waste too much time on this small collaboration.

"Sister Di, could you help me find a quiet, private place to chat?" Wang Yao asked.

"What do you need to do? This is fine. This is Fu Zhen's private reception room," Deng Wendi said with a smile.

"Is this convenient?" Wang Yao looked around at the space, which was easily five or six hundred square meters and big enough to open a buffet restaurant. This was actually a private room?
"As long as it's not something illegal, it's convenient," Deng Wendi joked.

Wang Yao smiled and asked Chi Ming to arrange a meeting at the Shilla Hotel. Once there, he would have Secretary Kim pick them up.

After giving the instructions, I took a few photos of Nazha. Worried that my mom and the others might be bored, I told them to go back and rest first.

They were already quite tired from the cosmetic procedures they had done that day, and the shock they had experienced that evening only added to their exhaustion. Before leaving, Luo Yan repeatedly reminded Wang Yao that he had to go home that night.

Wang Yao was both amused and exasperated.

"Kid, you can take pictures?"

When Wang Yao returned to the private room, Deng Wendi was on the phone. Li Fuzhen took the initiative to come over and chat with her. Perhaps because she had drunk a little alcohol, her skin appeared light pink.

"You know a little? Do you want to take pictures, sister?" Wang Yao had nothing else to do, so he was just killing time.

"What kind of photography are you good at? Landscapes? Portraits?" Li Fuzhen asked someone to bring over several DSLR cameras and lenses for Wang Yao to choose from.

"I'm pretty good at taking candid shots," Wang Yao replied casually as he adjusted his camera.

"Oh? Paparazzi?" Lee Boo-jung was taken aback and blurted out.

“It’s a bit different from paparazzi, would you like to give it a try, sister?” Wang Yao raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Alright, if the photos are good, it'll cover today's expenses; if they're not good, then we'll pay." Li Fuzhen stretched lazily and led Wang Yao to the sofa by the French windows.

The sofa is in a classic style and looks like it's made in at least six figures. The Shilla Hotel is located in a prime location in Seoul, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the bustling Seoul night view. Lee Boo-jung, dressed in an elegant gown, looks exceptionally luxurious.

The essence of candid photography is that you don't need to deliberately plan your movements. Li Fuzhen ignored Wang Yao and just looked at the night view on the sofa, waiting for the shutter to click.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no sound.

Why is this guy so slow at adjusting the camera? Is he even skilled?
Just as Li Fuzhen was getting impatient, she suddenly felt a pair of long, strong hands gripping her neck.

She could clearly feel the distinct knuckles of those hands on her slender neck, and the burning heat in the palm lines almost scalded her neck.

Whether it was suffocation or terror, her mind went blank, but her body instinctively struggled, only to fall into the sofa.

When she came to her senses, the huge lens of the DSLR appeared in front of her like a terrifying one-eyed monster.

Along with the click of the shutter, a man's smiling words of advice rang out.

"Don't move, this angle is beautiful."

(End of this chapter)