We agreed not to date, so why are you crying now that I've become the richest man?

Xia Meng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ten minutes later, the two vehicles drove out of Zhangjiang Integrated Circuit Port one after the other.

Ahead was Ye Chen's black Mercedes-Benz S600 flagship sedan.

Behind them was Xia Meng's red Porsche Panamera.

Looking at the steady black Mercedes-Benz in front of her, Xia Meng couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly.

An eighteen-year-old boy, a freshman in college, is driving this old-fashioned "boss car"!

The combination with that dull black color makes it look incredibly outdated. Anyone who didn't know better would think he had stolen an elder's car and was driving it like a personal chauffeur.

However, despite her complaints, Xia Meng quickly felt a surge of irritation.

Because although this car is rustic, it cost nearly three million yuan to get it on the road, which is a whole level more expensive than the Porsche that she, a senior executive of a foreign company, drives.

This means that the traditional money-spending approach is completely ineffective against this kid.

The car was parked in front of an upscale French restaurant near Lujiazui.

The waiter respectfully opened the car door.

Ye Chen tossed the car keys to the valet and turned to look at Xia Meng, who was walking over.

The restaurant has a wonderful ambiance, with melodious cello music echoing in the main hall.

The two sat down by the window.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the bustling night view across the Huangpu River.

The waiter handed over the menu.

Xia Meng pushed the menu directly in front of Ye Chen.

"Mr. Ye, please order whatever you like. This meal is on me."

Ye Chen didn't stand on ceremony. He opened the menu and smoothly ordered tomahawk steak, foie gras, and several signature side dishes, and also opened a bottle of expensive red wine.

The entire ordering process was natural and casual, without the slightest restraint.

Xia Meng picked up her lemonade and took a sip, her gaze remaining fixed on Ye Chen.

"President Ye has really kept things well hidden," Xia Meng tentatively asked.

"The freshmen of the Computer Science Department at National Chiao Tung University haven't even officially started school yet, and the games 'Angry Sparrow' and 'Temple Run' have already topped the North American best-selling charts."

"Right now, so many venture capital firms and gaming giants are searching the world for 'Chen,' but who would have thought that this person is only eighteen years old?"

Ye Chen spread the napkin on his lap and chuckled softly upon hearing this.

"It's just earning some pocket money, nothing to brag about."

Pocket money?

Xia Meng almost spat out the lemonade in her mouth.

You call a net profit of tens of thousands of US dollars a day pocket money?

"Mr. Ye is too modest." Xia Meng leaned forward, her bodycon skirt riding up a bit because of her sitting posture, making the lines of her thighs even more eye-catching.

"Since we're here for a meal, let's get straight to the point."

"I know you're not short of money right now, and Starry Sky Interactive's revenue is indeed impressive," Xia Meng began to offer her stakes, "but you should know how murky the overseas game market can be."

"Without any background or channel support, relying solely on organic traffic to become popular will quickly lead to a bottleneck. The recommended placements in major app stores, overseas tax risks, and the attacks from envious investors are all things that a startup team cannot withstand."

Ye Chen picked up the wine glass and gently swirled the scarlet liquid inside.

He looked at Xia Meng, waiting for her to continue.

"Therefore, what EA can give you is not just funding, but also the world's top distribution channels, risk resistance capabilities, and resources to turn these two games into world-class IPs."

Xia Meng leaned back in her chair, waiting for the reaction of the eighteen-year-old freshman in front of her.

She had absolute confidence in what she said.

Funding, distribution channels, and risk resistance capabilities.

With these three mountains pressing down, even seasoned entrepreneurs in their thirties and forties in China have to bow their heads and smile obsequiously, let alone a student who hasn't yet experienced the harsh realities of society.

Ye Chen didn't reply.

He picked up the silver knife and fork, the blade cutting through the golden, crispy crust of the Wellington steak with a soft crackling sound.

Cut off a small piece of pink beef with black truffle sauce and put it in your mouth.

Chewing and swallowing.

He didn't glance at Xia Meng once throughout the entire meal, his posture was extremely relaxed, he was clearly just there to freeload.

Xia Meng's confidence gradually crumbled.

She waited patiently for a minute.

Ye Chen remained focused on the food on his plate, even slightly frowning.

"Waiter." Ye Chen raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

A waiter wearing a vest walked over quickly and bent down.

"This Lafite hasn't been decanted long enough; the tannins haven't dissipated at all." Ye Chen pointed to the wine glass. "Take it back and decan it again, using a wider-bottomed decanter."

"Yes, sir, I'm so sorry." The waiter quickly picked up the decanter and left.

Seeing this scene, Xia Meng felt her anger rising.

She talked at length about global strategy and channel support.

This kid is actually nitpicking the taste of red wine?

Did they really treat this as a free French feast?

"Mr. Ye," Xia Meng raised her voice, interrupting Ye Chen as he prepared to cut the second piece of steak, "Did you hear what I just said?"

Ye Chen didn't even look up: "I'm listening, you can continue."

The tone was extremely perfunctory.

Xia Meng took a deep breath.

Her legs, restless, shifted their position under the pencil skirt.

She decided to cut to the chase and just throw money at it.

When dealing with college students who are inexperienced and naive, the most direct approach is often to use numbers.

Five million US dollars.

Xia Meng placed her hands on the table with her body crossed, leaning forward, exuding a strong sense of pressure.

"This is the full acquisition price that EA offered to StarCenter Interactive."

She stared intently at Ye Chen's face, trying to catch any trace of shock or ecstasy in that young man's expression.

Five million US dollars, which is equivalent to more than 30 million RMB.

In Shanghai in 2010, this amount of money was enough to buy a luxury house in the city center, enough for an ordinary person to squander for several lifetimes.

She didn't believe a freshman could remain unmoved by such a number.

However, Ye Chen didn't even falter in his rhythm of cutting the steak.

Instead of looking up, he casually picked up the black pepper grinder next to him and sprinkled some ground pepper into the plate.

Xia Meng gritted her teeth, thinking that Ye Chen was stunned by the astronomical figure and couldn't react.

She crossed her arms over her chest, leaned slightly forward, and continued to apply pressure.

"Mr. Ye, let's be frank. Not everyone can hold onto their share of the overseas market."

"Without the support of large companies, these lightweight games will quickly fail in overseas markets."

"Do you believe that if EA just lets the news out, tomorrow the North American app store will feature ten reskinned games that are exactly the same as yours?"

"At that time, the traffic will be divided up, your downloads will plummet, and if you hire a few online trolls to post a few thousand negative reviews, triggering Apple's review mechanism, your game will be taken down and banned."

Xia Meng spoke more and more fluently, regaining the arrogance of a multinational executive.

"Taking this five million dollars to cash out and leave, comfortably finishing your college education, and becoming a multi-millionaire is the smartest choice you can make right now."