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

The waiter brought over a bottle of freshly decanted red wine and poured a third of it into Ye Chen's wine glass.

Ye Chen picked up his wine glass and gently swirled it twice.

In his past life, when he was posting on programmer forums, he spent a lot of time browsing wine tasting posts. Now, he's copying that rhetoric, and it sounds quite convincing.

After taking a sip, the astringency of the tannins did indeed dissipate considerably.

"This time it tastes right."

Ye Chen put down his wine glass and finally turned his gaze to Xia Meng's face.

Looking at Ye Chen's calm and expressionless face, Xia Meng suddenly felt uncertain.

This kid's reaction is too abnormal.

There was no ecstasy, no anger, and no panic at being threatened.

Does he think the money is too little? Is he manipulating the price?

Xia Meng suppressed her anger and decided to offer another sweet treat.

"If Mr. Ye is not satisfied with this number..." she softened her tone, adopting a condescending attitude.

"Considering your youth and talent, I can personally make the decision to apply for an additional several hundred thousand US dollars in floating funds from higher authorities."

"Five and a half million US dollars, that's EA's bottom line, and the highest price you can get."

Ye Chen picked up a clean white napkin and slowly wiped his mouth.

Then he casually tossed the napkin onto the table.

He leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms over his stomach, and sized up Xia Meng across from him.

"Manager Xia."

Ye Chen spoke, his voice not loud, but it carried a condescending tone.

"Doesn't EA conduct due diligence before negotiating acquisitions?"

Xia Meng was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

"Five and a half million dollars?"

Ye Chen chuckled softly, his laughter full of mockery.

"Are you insulting my intelligence by bringing me this number, or are you exposing EA's poverty?"

Xia Meng's face instantly darkened.

"Ye Chen, don't be so stubborn! You think you've created World of Warcraft just because we spent over five million US dollars on two of your little games?"

Ye Chen was too lazy to waste words with her.

He took out the iPhone 4, unlocked the screen, and opened the Apple developer backend.

The phone screen was flipped and pushed directly in front of Xia Meng.

"Look carefully at the numbers above."

Ye Chen tapped his fingers on the table.

Xia Meng frowned and looked down at the screen.

She froze after just one glance.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

The screen displays real-time background data for two games from Star Interactive.

Angry Sparrow, daily GG earnings: $12.8.

Temple Run, daily in-app purchases plus GG earnings: $19.5.

Total daily net profit: US$32.3.

Moreover, the green curve representing profits is soaring upwards at an extremely steep angle.

Xia Meng's mind went blank.

More than $300,000 a day—she came to discuss a full acquisition with figures that were less than half a month's worth of other people's revenue?

My face is burning with pain.

All those words I just said have now become resounding slaps in the face, hitting me hard across the cheek.

"Did you understand?"

Ye Chen put his phone away and tucked it into his pocket.

"My company's daily revenue is enough to buy several of your Panameras."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

"You're taking less than a month's profit from me and trying to buy all my copyrights? Manager Xia, are you kidding me?"

Xia Meng opened her mouth, but her throat was dry, and she couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

The data she possessed was severely outdated.

She had no idea how terrifyingly profitable the new game Temple Run was.

"As for the threats you mentioned," Ye Chen said calmly.

"Reskinning and plagiarism? Go ahead and copy. I've registered the core gameplay mechanics, all the art assets, and the brand trademarks of Temple Run in twelve major markets around the world. If you dare to release a reskinned product, my international legal team will sue you in every market until you're taken down globally."

"Channel suppression?" Ye Chen chuckled. "You think too highly of yourself. These two games rely entirely on organic traffic generated by social sharing; they don't need to worry about app store regulations. Can you stop the speed at which players spread the word spontaneously?"

Xia Meng was completely deflated.

Her prized capital tactics were shattered in the face of this eighteen-year-old.

She had always thought of herself as a high-ranking hunter.

Only now do I realize that I'm nothing but a clown.

"This restaurant is nice today."

Ye Chen stood up and straightened the hem of his clothes.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Manager Xia. But please don't invite me to these pointless gatherings in the future; I'm very busy."

After saying that, Ye Chen turned and left.

"etc!"

Xia Meng suddenly stood up and called out to him urgently.

She couldn't just let Ye Chen go like that.

Based on her years of professional experience, these two games are definitely phenomenal money-making machines.

Missing out on them would be the biggest mistake of her career.

Ye Chen stopped walking, but didn't turn around.

Xia Meng, wearing high heels, quickly walked around the dining table and stood in front of Ye Chen.

The previous arrogance and domineering attitude vanished, replaced by obvious panic and urgency.

"Mr. Ye, we can renegotiate the price! I'll contact the North American headquarters immediately for a reassessment!"

She hastily raised her hand to make a "pause" gesture, but the movement was so large that the tight silk shirt was stretched even tighter.

Her full curves rose and fell violently with her rapid breathing, and her neckline was slightly open.

"We don't have to talk about acquisition." Xia Meng stared at Ye Chen, her voice lowered slightly.

"We can talk about exclusive agency, global multi-transaction, or any cooperation model you're willing to discuss."

She took half a step forward, reducing the distance between them to less than thirty centimeters.

The rich yet restrained scent of perfume once again filled my nostrils.

"Just don't leave tonight."