A writer has arrived in the Chinese entertainment industry.

When Su Liu first rented the three-story building on Huashan Road, it served as both a residence and a studio. Later, as the company grew, he had to move out and find a new apartment.

The third floor houses Su Liu and An Wenxiu's offices, with an outer room serving as a small living room that also functions as Xiao Liu's workstation. At this moment, Xiao Liu and Reba are lounging on the sofa, leisurely snacking and watching TV, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

To be precise, it was two people relaxing, while the other person was staring at their phone with a furrowed brow, looking as if they were trying to solve some world-class problem.

This person was naturally Su Liu.

It all started when he woke up this morning and saw a message Chen Duling had sent at midnight. He was too tired yesterday and went straight to sleep, so he didn't see it in time.

The message contained two lines of numbers.

First line: 1, 3, 6. Second line: 3, 7, 12.

When she first woke up, her mind was still resetting, and she subconsciously sent a message to ask what the other person meant, but to her surprise, it went unanswered and Chen Duling never replied.

Although Su Liu was helpless with mathematics, he immediately realized that it was a step difference sequence after he came to his senses.

1、3相差2；3、6相差3；以此类推，第四位是10。

同理，3、7相差4；7、12相差5；所以第四位是18。

The final answer is 10 and 18.

But the problem was, what did those two numbers mean? Su Liu was completely baffled. It wasn't until he glanced at his phone that he realized today was October 18th.

Why is she posting today's date? Is she a riddle teller?

Chen Duling has completely disappeared; she doesn't reply to messages or answer phone calls. Fine, she dares to challenge a mystery writer. Very well, let's have a showdown then.

Despite her usual introverted nature, like a little hedgehog hiding its head, Su Liu was ashamed of his own unwavering determination to walk the path of abstraction.

He glanced at the two people engrossed in watching TV and asked, "Is today some special day?"

Reba was stuffing potato chips into her mouth, chewing them with a satisfying crunch. Hearing this, she paused, then said hesitantly, "A special day? Today is Friday."

Xiao Liu, standing to the side, shook his head blankly: "It's not payday, nor is it the anniversary of the Rainbow Mark. Apart from the weather forecast saying it will get colder, there doesn't seem to be anything special."

"Wait a minute," Su Liu raised her hand to pause, "Putting everything else aside, what's the anniversary of the Rainbow Mark?"

"This is it."

Su Liu followed her gaze and saw that there were five different colored mugs on Xiao Liu's table, arranged in the order of the colors of a rainbow.

"You... need five cups for work?"

"We use different colors from Monday to Friday. When we get to the fifth color, it means the weekend is almost here!"

"You wish, Xiao Liu. Drive me tomorrow; I need to pick someone up."

Xiao Liu's world suddenly turned gray, and his eyes went blank. "Teacher Su, you're so annoying."

"By the way," Reba suddenly said, "why haven't I seen President An?" She had only seen An Wenxiu on the day she signed the contract.

"Oh, I'll have Sister Wenxiu look for some poorly managed or investment-needed game companies in Shanghai these next couple of days, and see if we can buy one."

"Wow, is our company going to make games too?"

It really was a case of "speak of the devil, and he appears." Just as they were chatting, An Wenxiu called, asking Su Liu to immediately go to P1 COFFEE near Gate 5 of Jiaotong University on Guangyuan West Road.

"Dilraba, are you going?" Su Liu waved his phone.

"What am I supposed to do? I don't know anything about acquisitions."

Su Liu joked, "Of course, we'll use our femininity! We'll seduce them!"

Dilraba crossed her arms, goosebumps rising all over her body. "I'm not going."

The company was just a few steps away from Guangyuan West Road. Su Liu hopped on his electric scooter and stopped in front of the coffee shop a few minutes later.

Pushing open the glass door, An Wenxiu was already sitting by the window waiting. As soon as she saw him, she rolled her eyes at him: "One minute you're making a movie, the next you're making a game. I really don't understand what's going on in your head all day long."

"I'm working diligently to plan the company's future!" Su Liu sat down next to her with a grin. "Maybe in a few years, Sister Wenxiu, you'll be the president of a super-sized conglomerate."

"You just talk the talk," An Wenxiu snorted irritably. "I'm the one doing all the work."

Su gave a fawning smile, "The capable should do more, right?" Then she asked, "Who did you invite?"

"The day before yesterday, I took a liking to a company called miHoYo and went to talk to their founder..."

"Mihoyo!" Before An Wenxiu could finish speaking, Su Liu's voice rose eight octaves, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. "We're going to invest in Mihoyo?!"

An Wenxiu gave him a pair of dead fish eyes. "Let me finish!"

"Oh, go on."

"They've already secured one million in angel investment. While the funds aren't abundant, they're enough to support the development of their new project and the company's operations," An Wenxiu said calmly, taking a sip of her coffee. "That's why when I proposed a full acquisition, they decisively refused. Even a controlling stake wasn't an option. If they wanted to invest, they insisted on signing a shareholder agreement and implementing an dual-class share structure to ensure absolute control of the company."

The dual-class share structure, also known as AB share design, separates voting rights from profit rights. This is almost a standard practice for large companies in the future to ensure the founding team has absolute say.

"And then?" Su Liu leaned forward nervously, his face full of anticipation. He knew all too well what the name miHoYo meant.

"Then I gave up," An Wenxiu said casually.

Su Liu's tone suddenly rose, "Give up?! How could you give up?"

I don't like their attitude.

"This...this is really..." Su Liu pounded his chest in frustration, feeling as if he had let go of a trillion-dollar spaceship. "So, who did we meet today?"

"Their president, Liu Wei, introduced me to an alumnus who said they were looking for investors."

Who is it?

Before the words were even finished, the coffee shop doorbell rang twice. Two men wearing glasses and dressed simply walked in. They looked around, their eyes lighting up when they saw An Wenxiu, and they quickly walked over.

"Excuse me, are you General Manager An?" The man with the round face and amiable appearance spoke first.

"it's me."

"Hello, hello," he quickly introduced himself, "My name is Yao Men."

The thin-faced man next to him then spoke up: "Hello, Mr. An, I am Chen Kai."

"Hello, please have a seat." An Wenxiu gestured to the two of them and introduced, "This is our CEO, Mr. Su."

The two sat down, their gestures revealing the awkwardness and nervousness typical of tech geeks. "Hello, Mr. Su."

"Let's get down to business," An Wenxiu said, getting straight to the point. "Liu Wei mentioned my requirements to you, right?"

"It was mentioned," Yao nodded. "Brother Wei said that President An wanted to acquire it outright, or at least have absolute control."

"What are your opinions?"

Yao hesitated for a moment and did not answer directly: "How about I introduce our team to you two first?" As he spoke, he took out a laptop from his bag.

"Actually, we're currently operating as a studio called studioGM. We mainly do some outsourced programming and art work," Yao Men said, turning the computer around. "This is a game we collaborated on with another team this year, called 'Noodle Shop Girl'."