A perfect life begins with changing the timeline.

Whether this sudden "confession" counts as an engagement ceremony is actually not quite certain for the young couple.

It happened very naturally, almost like a natural progression.

But after it happened, apart from the third battle that started because of their surging emotions, their relationship seemed to remain unchanged.

Then, Xiao Fan fell asleep.

I don't know if I fainted or what, but when I opened my eyes again, it was already a little after five o'clock.

"oops!"

She was stunned when she saw the time and quickly went into the bathroom.

Less than five minutes later, after coming out again, she rummaged through drawers and cabinets to get her makeup bag and started applying it to her face.

Hearing the commotion, Li Mu went into the bedroom, glanced at her, and shook his head speechlessly:

"Are you going to wear heavy makeup?"

"Light makeup? You don't understand. Go away, don't bother me."

"All right."

Li Mu remained silent.

Time flew by and it was already past 6 o'clock.

Finally, Xiao Fan got ready, dressed in a very low-key outfit of sweatpants and a short-sleeved shirt, and wearing a mask and baseball cap:

"Shall we go?"

Li Mu, who had already changed, nodded:

"Walk."

The two went out, and when the elevator came up, one of them naturally stood in a corner of the elevator.

At first glance, it's as if they don't know each other.

The elevator was empty at the moment, and Fan Bingbing, looking down at her phone, said:

"Over 11?"

"What?"

"My bonus this month... Good heavens, how much does hao123 earn in a month now?"

Upon hearing this, Li Mu knew what she was talking about and nodded.

"We just had a phone call. Including QQ163, these two websites have made 80 yuan in profit this month."

"Is it higher than last month?"

"Um."

With Li Mu's agreement, the elevator stopped. After glancing at the residents who had entered, Fan Bingbing lowered her head and shut her mouth.

She waited until the elevator reached the underground parking garage and the two of them came out before continuing:

"I really didn't expect... that investment of 500,000 would yield such a high return."

"But he definitely won't work with me anymore."

Li Mu's tone was very calm.

Fan Bingbing was taken aback, then seemed to understand something, and said:

"Indeed... he used to like contacting me. But... starting from the second half of last year, when our monthly revenue first exceeded 400,000, he basically stopped contacting me. Is he doing the same to you now?"

"Yeah. Basically, they just call each month when it's time to distribute dividends, and briefly mention the month's revenue or something."

"You're feeling resentful, aren't you?"

"If you were in my shoes, would you feel resentful? I bought 70% of your company's shares for 500,000, and now I'm making 800,000 a month, but I only get a little over 200,000 before taxes."

"That's different. If it weren't for your 500,000, he might still be a lowly internet cafe manager."

"Isn't that how people are?"

Faced with his girlfriend's somewhat indignant tone, Li Mu shrugged:

"That's why I said he won't ask me to cooperate again... and he doesn't need to anymore."

"...Indeed, so what's your next step?"

"There's not much to do. Just sticking with hao123 and qq163 is enough. As for the other websites he started, they're not really part of his core business. The more popular they are, the better. Last year he called me and asked if I was interested in fundraising. I said no, but if someone wanted to fund it, I could sell my shares. Since we said we were brothers in arms, I'll definitely leave him some dignity in the end. As for the rest… while internet companies are lucrative, Fanli isn't bad either, right?"

"Definitely. It will definitely be no worse than internet companies in the future. Just trust me!"

"ha……"

As they talked, they walked to the car and got in together.

As soon as Fan Bingbing fastened her seatbelt, she couldn't help but say:

"But people say that old friends' hearts are easily changed."

"It has always been so."

The Audi started and drove out of the parking space.

……

"Haha, Fan Bingbing, Li Ji."

Inside the hotel's private room, seeing Ding Lei alone, the two men greeted him with smiles.

After exchanging greetings, Li Mu asked curiously:

"Just the three of us?"

"Yeah, Fan Bingbing is here. Does she really need a lot of people for a casual meal?"

Ding Lei is now in high spirits, a far cry from his previous despondency in the "private equity" era.

The next sentence left Li Mu speechless:

"Fan Ye, has your sect run away yet? Want to eat together after we finish?"

"No, I just arrived today and haven't done anything yet."

Li Mu rolled his eyes.

have to.

You two can talk.

Anyway, Old Li doesn't play games...

Of course, the two only chatted for a few words. After Ding Lei instructed the waiter to serve the dishes, he curiously asked Li Mu:

"Is Li Ji done with his work now?"

"Yes. How is Mr. Ding's elder's health recovering?"

"He's all better now. We had a family gathering the other day, and when we talked about it, he thanked you. If we hadn't gone directly to Director Zhong for a checkup... it could have been very dangerous if it had been delayed."

The two were talking about how, in March, a relative of Ding Lei's was suspected of being infected, so he called Li Mu. He had seen the newspaper reports about Li Mu and wanted Li Mu to help him inquire.

At that time, Li Mu was having tea with Director Zhong, who was taking a short break. Director Zhong immediately started a phone consultation and arranged for Li Mu to be hospitalized.

He was discharged after about twenty days in the hospital, demonstrating a steady, accurate, and decisive approach.

For this, Ding Lei thanked Li Mu profusely.

Li Mu smiled and waved his hand:

"That's good. If you have any problems in the future, just contact me anytime."

"Ha, okay."

Fan Bingbing, standing to the side, asked curiously:

"Mr. Ding, I haven't seen you online much these past few days. What have you been up to?"

"Busy with MMS stuff."

Ding Lei didn't hide anything; since they were all quite familiar with each other, he shrugged and said:

"Look, there are more and more color screen phones now, and the number of MMS users is increasing. We are in talks with China Mobile about operational matters."

"MMS?"

Li Mu, who had just switched to a color screen phone, was quite unfamiliar with the term and asked curiously:

"I remember the advertisement said that phones would be able to send pictures soon, right? It really will?"

"Yes, you can."

Ding Lei glanced at the black V3 in Li Mu's hand and said:

"Li Ji hasn't received it?"

"No. I just got a color screen today, she bought it for me... Mr. Ding, so if that's the case, being able to send MMS means it's like QQ, right? The phone can access the internet?"

"That's right. And the MMS function is still under development, but in the future, its functions will definitely be more abundant. Li Ji, haven't you noticed? The color screen phone you're using now has a very large screen, especially this Motorola. When you send a text message, seventy or eighty characters, it takes up to half of the screen."

Li Mu took out his phone and glanced at it, and found that it was indeed true.

In the past, due to the limited display size of mobile phones, a long text message required scrolling through several pages, but now the screen is indeed very large.

"In the future, SMS messages may even have no character limit, because MMS content is becoming increasingly rich. Just considering its information capacity, 100kb is enough to hold more than 50,000 characters. Think about it, how many words are in a book?"

Ding Lei gestured a height:

"This book is so thick, but it can probably be contained in just three or four MMS messages. By then, nobody will buy physical books anymore; everyone can just read it on their phones."

Li Mu's eyes suddenly lit up, and following Ding Lei's train of thought, he said:

"So, according to you, newspapers would work too?"

"……oh?"

Ding Lei was also taken aback.

They seemed to think that what Li Mu said made a lot of sense.

But Fan Bingbing sees things from a different perspective:

"Reading newspapers on a phone? The text is too short, and newspapers have so many pages. Many people skip to the news they're interested in, and you can't really operate a phone like that."

"Well……"

Upon hearing this, Li Mu felt that it made sense.

But Ding Lei had a different thought after hearing this:

"But you can do SP (special effects)."

What is SP?

"It's just the telecom operators. Why don't you design your own MMS message? Theoretically, you can send many MMS messages, such as one for finance and another for politics. Wouldn't that be convenient?"

"Is it possible?"

"Technically, it's feasible, because our company previously evaluated turning 163 into an MMS website to increase user traffic. But... the difference between our comprehensive website and your newspaper, Mr. Li, is that our content needs to be more complex. You change it every day; to put it bluntly, as I just mentioned, a 100kb MMS message has more than 50,000 characters, and even with some pictures, there's still a lot of content that can be stored. But our website can't do that; its information storage requirements are too high. Unlike you, we don't change the content every day. So... your idea is actually quite good."

"Well……"

Upon hearing Ding Lei's words, Li Mu fell into deep thought.

And you know what...

It seems... that's really the case.