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Xia Yu pointed to the data on the screen and spoke eloquently.

"My approach is cultural localization. In the North American version of Sky Soul, we retain the core function of anonymous sharing, but introduce strong social attributes such as 'interest groups' and 'offline parties'."

"We've repackaged the concept of 'Cloud Wasteland' and transformed it into a 'cyberpunk sanctuary' that aligns with Western aesthetics. Online, they can anonymously find resonance in different interest groups; offline, we can collaborate with local entertainment giants to host masked parties with a cyberpunk theme."

"This way, we retain the essence of our software while also catering to the social habits of European and American users."

As soon as Xia Yu presented her proposal, the meeting room fell silent.

The executives exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes gleaming with surprise. This plan was simply a stroke of genius! It perfectly resolved the cultural differences that had caused the issues.

Jiang Ye looked at Xia Yu, who was shining brightly on the stage, and his tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed, and a smile of appreciation appeared on his lips.

"Okay, let's proceed according to President Xia's plan." Jiang Ye made the decision decisively.

"To implement this plan, I need to personally fly to New York to negotiate with several top American MCN agencies and offline entertainment giants," Xia Yu said, looking at Jiang Ye with a firm tone.

"I'll go with you," Jiang Ye said without hesitation.

The waters in New York are too deep; those Wall Street financial tycoons are no pushovers. He wasn't comfortable letting Xia Yu go alone.

……

The next day, Jiang Ye and Xia Yu boarded a first-class flight to New York.

The transoceanic flight of more than ten hours left me feeling extremely tired.

Jiang Ye had been working non-stop for the company lately and was already exhausted. Not long after the plane stabilized, a strong drowsiness washed over him.

He leaned back in the large airline seat, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

Without realizing it, Jiang Ye tilted his head and leaned it directly on Xia Yu's shoulder.

Xia Yu was looking at negotiation materials on her tablet when she felt a weight on her shoulder. She turned around and saw that Jiang Ye had already fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

His breathing was even and long, his brows were slightly relaxed, and his face, which usually exuded coldness and authority, appeared extremely relaxed and quiet at this moment.

Xia Yu was stunned for a moment, her body stiffening slightly.

She wanted to wake Jiang Ye, but when she saw the faint dark circles under his eyes, a sudden pang of heartache welled up inside her.

She sighed, put down her tablet, and adjusted her posture to make Jiang Ye more comfortable.

Jiang Ye smelled a faint fragrance while he was sleeping.

That was the scent emanating from Xia Yu's hair, a blend of high-end shampoo and her unique body fragrance. It smelled wonderful and gave people an unprecedented sense of peace.

Jiang Ye instinctively snuggled closer to Xia Yu's neck, finding a more comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Ye slept very soundly.

Jiang Ye opened his eyes groggily, not knowing how much time had passed.

He found himself still leaning on Xia Yu's shoulder, while Xia Yu was looking down, flipping through the documents in her hands.

Jiang Ye was stunned for a moment, then quickly sat up straight.

"Sorry, I fell asleep," Jiang Ye said awkwardly, rubbing his eyes.

Xia Yu turned her head, rolled her eyes at him, and stretched her slightly sore shoulders.

"So you're finally awake? Your head's like a lead ball, it's making my shoulders feel like they're about to break."

Looking at Xia Yu's coquettish expression, Jiang Ye felt a warm current suddenly surge in his heart.

He discovered that Xia Yu had maintained this position the whole time, without moving, just so that he could get a good night's sleep.

"Thank you." Jiang Ye looked at Xia Yu, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"What are you thanking me for? It's because you're the boss." Xia Yu pouted, deliberately pretending to be indifferent.

Jiang Ye smiled, his gaze inadvertently falling on Xia Yu's legs.

Xia Yu wore a black, tight-fitting bodycon dress today. Her long, straight legs were wrapped in thin black stockings and crossed over each other, exuding a fatal allure.

Jiang Ye's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his eyes became somewhat fiery.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Xia Yu's hand, then rested his head on her long, slender legs.

"Hey! What are you doing!"

Xia Yu was startled, and a blush instantly spread across her cheeks. She tried to push Jiang Ye away.

"My shoulders are sore, let's find somewhere else to lean on." Jiang Ye said with his eyes closed, looking like a shameless rogue.

"Jiang Ye! You filthy scoundrel! Get up right now!" Xia Yu scolded in embarrassment and anger, punching Jiang Ye's shoulder twice with her small fists.

"Don't move, let me sleep a little longer." Jiang Ye not only didn't get up, but instead rubbed his face against Xia Yu's leg.

Xia Yu felt weak all over from his rubbing against her, feeling both ashamed and annoyed, but seeing Jiang Ye's exhausted appearance, she ultimately couldn't bring herself to push him away.

Her face flushed, she let Jiang Ye lean on her lap, but her heart was pounding like a rabbit's.

The journey was surprisingly enjoyable amidst their subtle flirtation and playful banter.

……

The plane landed at New York's John F. Kennedy International Airport.

Without resting, the two went straight to a top-tier private club in Manhattan.

There, the heads of several top American MCN agencies and offline entertainment giants had been waiting for a long time.

The atmosphere at the negotiating table was tense.

These Wall Street financial tycoons, dressed in suits, exuded arrogance and shrewdness. They completely disregarded Sky Soul, a social media platform from China, and their proposed cooperation terms were extremely demanding.

"Mr. Xia, we've seen the data for your software in the North American market, and it's a complete disaster."

A portly American man leaned back in his chair, a cigar between his fingers, his tone full of disdain.

"We are willing to provide channels and resources, but we want 80 percent of the equity in SKY SOUL's North American branch and absolute control."

Upon hearing this condition, Xia Yu let out a cold laugh.

"Eighty percent? Mr. Smith, are you robbing me?"

Xia Yu did not back down, her sharp gaze fixed on the American old man opposite her.

"SKY SOUL's core value lies in our algorithms and user ecosystem. All we need is localized operational channels, not to hand over the company to others."

"If that's your attitude, then I think there's no point in us continuing this discussion."

Xia Yu stood up, making a move to leave.

"Wait, Ms. Xia," another young executive wearing gold-rimmed glasses called out to her.

"We can lower our equity requirements, but you must open up your underlying data interfaces so we can share your user data."

"Impossible!" Xia Yu refused decisively. "User privacy is SKY SOUL's bottom line, and no one can cross it!"

The negotiations have reached a stalemate.

These Wall Street tycoons are clearly trying to take advantage of the situation and squeeze every last drop of value out of Sky Soul.

Jiang Ye sat next to Xia Yu without saying a word.

He watched Xia Yu engage in a fierce debate at the negotiating table, standing firm against those arrogant financial tycoons and demonstrating extremely strong negotiating skills.

Her logic was rigorous, her data detailed, and every counterattack accurately hit the opponent's weak point.