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

Zhao Peng rummaged through the food with his chopsticks for a long time, his expression growing increasingly serious.

"There's way too little beef!"

Ye Chen looked down.

"That's a bit too little."

"It took me ages to find two pieces."

"It's alright, it'll do."

Zhao Peng picked up a small piece of beef and examined it closely.

"This piece isn't even as big as the tip of a chopstick."

Ye Chen smiled.

"Be content. You're lucky to have beef. We haven't even given you any technology yet."

The two chatted and ate at the same time.

Halfway through the meal, Zhao Peng suddenly lowered his voice.

"By the way, how's that little game of yours coming along?"

"It went fairly smoothly."

Ye Chen took a sip of soup, speaking casually.

The overseas revenues of "The Angry Sparrow" and "Temple Run" are still rising, and more than 100 million US dollars are lying in the Hong Kong Island account.

There's no need to tell Zhao Peng all of this.

It's not a lack of trust.

But even if Zhao Peng finds out now, it won't do him any good.

Zhao Peng nodded and did not ask any further questions.

"As long as everything goes smoothly."

"If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know. I don't know anything about professional stuff right now, but I can definitely run errands and do odd jobs."

"Don't even think about running errands for me yet."

Ye Chen put down his chopsticks and glanced at him.

"I'm asking you, how do you plan to spend your university years?"

"How will we get through this?"

Zhao Peng was taken aback; he had clearly never seriously considered this question.

"Attend classes regularly, don't fail exams, play games at internet cafes during breaks, and occasionally have a meal with classmates."

He paused, then added confidently.

"Anyway, university has only just begun, what's the rush?"

Ye Chen glanced at him.

"At this rate, four years will be gone in the blink of an eye."

"What else?"

Zhao Peng looked unconvinced.

"Isn't university for enjoying your youth?"

"High school was so suffocating for me for three years. Now that I'm finally free from supervision, I can't just stay in the classroom studying all the time, can I?"

"So your biggest hobby is hanging out in internet cafes?"

"That can't be called the biggest."

Zhao Peng thought about it carefully.

"The main reason is that internet cafes are convenient; dozens of computers can be set up together, creating a great atmosphere for playing games."

"When I'm hungry, I can order instant noodles; when I'm sleepy, I can lie down in a chair; and on weekends, I can book an all-nighter—it's even more comfortable than the dorm."

Ye Chen did not respond immediately.

In those days, home computers were not yet widespread, and internet cafes near universities generally did good business.

Especially on weekends, most shops of any size are packed.

If you choose a good location and upgrade the machine configuration and environment, you can definitely make money.

Of course, this amount of business is nothing to Ye Chen now.

However, it's perfect for Zhao Peng to practice on.

Ye Chen always remembered the kindness Zhao Peng had shown him in his previous life, lending him 50,000 yuan in an emergency.

But remembering is one thing.

He wouldn't simply slip Zhao Peng a sum of money, nor would he use connections to arrange a managerial position for him.

Giving them a chance is possible.

Whether Zhao Peng can handle it or not depends on himself.

Ye Chen pondered for a moment, then suddenly spoke:

"Since you like internet cafes so much, how about I open one?"

Zhao Peng's action of slicing noodles stopped in mid-air.

"What did you say?"

"Open an internet cafe."

Ye Chen spoke calmly.

"We'll choose a location near your school, make it a bit bigger, and get the equipment and environment set up properly."

Zhao Peng stared at him for a few seconds, and when he was sure he wasn't joking, his eyes lit up.

"You provide the money, and I'll manage it?"

"That's wishful thinking."

Ye Chen interrupted him without any politeness.

"You can't even figure out how much you spend in a month, how can I entrust a store to you?"

Zhao Peng's excitement immediately diminished by half.

"Then why are you telling me this?"

"I'll open the shop, and I'll find the person in charge."

Ye Chen explained:

"Don't think about becoming a manager yet. When you don't have classes or are free on weekends, go over and lend a hand, and learn how to run a business from others."

"Attend classes when you're supposed to; don't use minding the shop as an excuse to skip class."

Zhao Peng blinked.

"So, you mean I don't need to watch over it every day?"

"Of course not! You're still a student. Can you spend all your time in internet cafes?"

Ye Chen looked at him.

"Besides, the ultimate goal of opening an internet cafe is to make money, not to provide you with a dormitory."

"You should start by learning the simplest things: who to contact to fix the machine when it breaks down, how to schedule employees, how to implement a membership system, and what the daily revenue and expenses are."

"Aren't you studying finance? Once you understand the course material, you can try looking at the accounts."

Zhao Peng was stunned.

"Why are you making so many regulations just to open an internet cafe?"

"Otherwise what?"

Ye Chen countered with a question.

"You think you can just buy a few dozen computers, put them in a store, hang up a sign, and then sit back and collect money?"

Zhao Peng answered with exceptional honesty.

"I used to think that way."

That's why we need to find professionals to take charge.

Ye Chen said:

"You have no experience right now. Putting you in charge would be a joke, and it would also affect your classes."

"First, observe and ask questions of others. If you can truly learn something, opportunities will naturally arise in the future."

Zhao Peng stroked his chin.

"Then what was I in the past?"

"Part-time odd jobs"

"Could you choose a better-sounding one?"

"intern."

"Still not impressive enough."

Zhao Peng tentatively asked:

"How's the store manager's assistant position?"

Ye Chen almost burst out laughing.

"The store hasn't even opened yet, and you've already assigned positions?"

"Status does not determine ability, but a prestigious position can increase work motivation."

Zhao Peng said in a very serious tone:

"If you keep asking me to do odd jobs, I definitely won't have the energy to work."

"OK."

Ye Chen was too lazy to argue with him.

"Store manager assistant is fine."

"But we'll still move things as usual, and run errands as usual."

Zhao Peng patted his chest.

"no problem."

Ye Chen continued to remind him:

"Also, an internet cafe is a business, not your private game room."

"You can't take advantage of knowing me to let your classmates use the internet for free, and you can't just touch the money in the store."

Even close brothers need to keep clear accounts.

Zhao Peng picked up his drink and touched Ye Chen's cup to the hand.

"rest assured."

"I will definitely take the money I'm owed, and I will never poach Mr. Ye's employees."

"Don't rush to call him General Manager Ye."

Ye Chen glanced at him.

"First, make sure you understand the book. Then, if you can really understand accounting and be reliable in your work, I'll promote you."

Zhao Peng's eyes lit up.

"So, does that mean I'll still have a chance to become a manager in the future?"

"have."

Ye Chen nodded.

"But not now."

"We'll talk about it again when you're able to stand on your own."

"no problem."

Zhao Peng agreed with exceptional ease.

"I'll buy a calculator when I get back to school."

Ye Chen paused.

"You studied finance, are you planning to conquer the world with a calculator?"

"Otherwise what?"

"never mind."

Ye Chen was too lazy to criticize him.

"After the National Day holiday, I'll have someone check if there are any suitable shops near your school."

"Site selection, decoration, and equipment procurement will all be handled by knowledgeable people. Don't talk about it before things are finalized."