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

Ye Chen clicked on it.

Downloads of "Angry Sparrow" continue to surge in North America.

GG revenue and paid subscription fees are still increasing.

Current cumulative earnings.

US$760,000.

Ye Chen glanced at it, his expression unchanged.

Seven hundred and sixty thousand US dollars, which is more than five million yuan.

For the average freshman, this is money they wouldn't even dare to dream of.

For Ye Chen, this was just the first round of warm-up funds.

The popularity of this Flappy Bird won't last forever.

He must sell it to the most willing investor when it is at its most valuable.

Then use that money to rob something even bigger.

Mobile social networking.

Mobile game platform.

Group buying and food delivery.

short video.

Digital currency.

In the next decade, all the emerging opportunities will still be waiting to be ignited in the darkness.

And he was holding a lighter in his hand.

Ye Chen closed the background app and then opened the document.

Create a new folder.

Folder name:

Starry Sky Interactive.

He began to list tomorrow's schedule.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Zhang Jiang was inspecting his office.

At 11:00 AM, contact the agency to register the company and obtain a business license.

At 2 PM, confirm the company account and financial outsourcing.

At 4 PM, I contacted a headhunter to find two programmers and one administrator.

In the evening, I compiled a list of overseas buyers for "The Angry Sparrow".

Redwood.

SoftBank.

IDG.

Latitude and longitude.

These investors are unaware that the mysterious developer who caused gamers worldwide to smash their phones has already arrived in Shanghai.

They would never have imagined it.

The developer named "Chen" is actually just a freshman about to enroll at Shanghai Jiao Tong University.

Ye Chen closed his laptop and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Nanjing West Road was brightly lit.

The traffic below is constant.

The city's nights are never short of ambition.

Ye Chen had one hand in his pocket and the other holding the newly released iPhone 4.

The screen's dim light illuminated his profile.

He still has that youthful spirit.

But in his eyes, there was already the composure of a financial player.

In his past life, he served as a beast of burden in this city for twelve years.

In this lifetime, he wants this city to remember a name.

Ye Chen.

Shanghai, here I come.

The next morning at eight o'clock.

When Ye Chen came out of the hotel lobby, Nanjing West Road was already awake.

The coffee shop on the roadside had just opened when white-collar workers in suits hurried past carrying briefcases, and taxis lined up one after another.

The mornings in Shanghai never wait for anyone.

Ye Chen bought a rice ball and a cup of hot soy milk at the convenience store.

He ate as he walked towards the subway station.

White T-shirt, jeans, sneakers.

He was still carrying the old backpack he had brought from the county town.

Anyone who sees this would only think that he is a college freshman who has just arrived in Shanghai.

Transfer from Line 2 to Line 13.

Forty minutes later, Ye Chen got off at Zhangjiang Road Station.

Stepping out of the subway station, the atmosphere is completely different from that of Nanjing West Road.

There were no luxury shop windows lining the streets, nor were there dense crowds.

The roads here are wide, the buildings are square, and the glass curtain walls gleam coldly in the sunlight.

The science and technology parks stand there quietly, like machines that haven't been started yet.

Occasionally, shuttle buses drive by the roadside, their bodies adorned with the logos of various technology companies.

The Zhangjiang of today is not yet as bustling and expensive as it would become in later years.

Rents haven't been driven sky-high by the internet wave.

A large number of office buildings are waiting to be leased.

For ordinary entrepreneurs, this is a testing ground.

For Ye Chen, this was an unlocked vault.

He took out his phone, glanced at the address, and headed east along Zuchong Road.

Ten minutes later, the gate of the integrated circuit port appeared on the right.

There is a security booth at the entrance of the park.

The security guard was sitting with his legs crossed, engrossed in reading a newspaper.

Ye Chen walked over, tapped the windowsill with his finger, and smiled brightly.

"Brother, how do I get to the investment promotion center?"

The security guard put down his newspaper and looked up at him.

White T-shirt, sneakers, old backpack, and a youthful face.

The security guard was stunned for two seconds.

"Are you here for an interview?"

Ye Chen smiled.

"No interviews needed, just come and rent an office."

The security guard's expression suddenly became quite interesting.

It's like hearing a primary school student say they want to buy an apartment.

He looked Ye Chen up and down again.

"How old are you?"

"eighteen."

The security guard opened his mouth, but then swallowed back what he wanted to say.

All sorts of strange things can happen in Shanghai.

He pointed inside.

"The investment promotion center is on the first floor of Building A. Turn left after entering."

"Thanks, brother."

Ye Chen waved his hand and entered the park with his bag on his back.

The landscaping at the integrated circuit port is quite good.

Several glass-walled office buildings are arranged in a staggered pattern, with a small square in the middle.

A coffee shop, a convenience store, and a staff canteen—it has everything.

Low-key.

practical.

Nobody cares who you are.

This is exactly what Ye Chen wanted.

His company can't afford to be conspicuous right now.

What he wanted wasn't prestige, but rather a discreet, efficient, and convenient way to recruit people.

The school was just a cover for his identity.

The company was his real battlefield.

The first floor of Building A houses the business development center.

The storefront is not large.

There were two people sitting inside.

A young man in his early twenties was typing on a computer.

Another woman in her thirties was standing by the window making a phone call.

The woman wore a light gray business suit, had short, neat hair, a slender waist, and a capable posture.

The skirt suit was tailored to fit her figure, clearly outlining the curves of a mature working woman, but she didn't exude any frivolity; her eyes were sharp, and her movements were efficient.

The name tag had four characters written on it.

Investment Manager, Zhou Lin.

Ye Chen pushed the door open and went in.

The young man looked up at him and was clearly taken aback.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

Ye Chen spoke calmly.

"Looking for an office, 150 to 200 square meters, fully furnished, preferably with a private meeting room."

The young man's gaze swept over Ye Chen.

After reading it, his face clearly showed two words.

doubt.

"Sir, are you here on behalf of the company?"

"My own company."

The young man's lips twitched slightly.

Ye Chen was all too familiar with this reaction.

The taxi driver had the same look in his eyes yesterday.

When young people say they want to spend money, the whole world thinks they're joking.

Ye Chen did not explain.

For him, explanation is the cheapest thing to do.

The result is what matters.

Zhou Lin, who was by the window, hung up the phone and turned to walk over.

She glanced at Ye Chen, her expression showing no disrespect, and immediately extended her hand.

"Hello, I'm Zhou Lin, the business development manager. May I ask your name?"

"Ye Chen".

Ye Chen shook hands with her.