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

Less than five minutes after the email was sent, Zhang Bo called.

"Mr. Ye, have you finished reading?"

"I've finished watching it."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Zhang Bo originally thought that Ye Chen would need at least half a day to study it.

Unexpectedly, the list was completed in less than ten minutes.

This efficiency is faster than that of HR managers in many established companies.

"Mr. Ye, I'll contact the candidates today and arrange the first round of interviews as early as tomorrow."

"The location is set at your company?"

Ye Chen glanced at the photo of his empty office and smiled.

"The company doesn't even have a desk right now."

Zhang Bo chuckled twice.

"How about we make a reservation at a coffee shop first?"

"Need not."

Ye Chen spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM, 12th floor of Building B, Integrated Circuit Port."

"The tables and chairs will arrive today."

Zhang Bo immediately replied, "Okay, I'll let them know."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Chen got up and went out.

A company can exist without a reception wall.

But we can't let the candidates come in without even a place to sit.

That's not called being low-key.

That's called being stingy.

Ye Chen went to a nearby office furniture market.

He didn't buy a fancy boss's table, nor did he choose a genuine leather sofa.

Six ordinary desks.

Six ergonomic chairs.

A conference table.

Eight conference chairs.

Two filing cabinets.

Water dispenser.

Power strip.

router.

Whiteboard.

Add a few more potted plants.

The whole package cost less than 30,000.

The female saleswoman at the furniture store followed Ye Chen closely, her attitude becoming increasingly enthusiastic.

At first, she thought Ye Chen was a student running errands for his boss.

Her smile finally blossomed when Ye Chen swiped his card to pay the full amount.

He opened his phone to check his emails.

Two more emails from overseas venture capitalists have arrived.

One of them even stated it in the title:

We are willing to negotiate an investment at a valuation of three million US dollars.

Ye Chen almost burst out laughing after reading it.

Three million US dollars?

It's like giving alms to beggars.

The Angry Sparrow has now grossed nearly one million US dollars.

Are you still talking about investment with a valuation of three million?

You're trying to fool him.

Ye Chen did not reply.

Even read receipts have been turned off.

Four o'clock in the afternoon.

The furniture was delivered to the integrated circuit port on time.

The installation technician worked in the office for two hours.

The 150-square-meter space, which was originally empty, finally looks a bit like a company.

A row of desks by the window.

The middle section is an open workstation.

A conference table and whiteboard are set up in the glass conference room on the left.

There was a water dispenser and coffee in the break room.

Placing green plants in a corner instantly elevates the ambiance.

Not luxurious.

But it is clean, practical, and orderly.

Ye Chen stood at the door and looked around, then nodded in satisfaction.

In the early stages of starting a business, there's no need for grand gestures.

The best-looking renovation is one that can start construction.

He picked up his phone, took a few photos, and sent them to Zhao Peng.

Less than half a minute later, Zhao Peng called.

Holy crap!

"Chenzi, where are we?"

"Don't tell me you bought an office in Shanghai!"

Ye Chen leaned against the conference room door, grinning mischievously.

"I couldn't afford to buy it, so I rented it."

Zhao Peng's voice even changed tone.

"The rent is outrageous!"

"Didn't you go to the freshman orientation camp beforehand?"

"You adapted way too fast!"

"Everyone else adapts to the dorm, but you're already adapting to the boss's chair?"

Ye Chen was amused.

"Low-key, college student social practice."

"Practice my ass!"

Zhao Peng was yelling on the other end of the phone.

"You call this social practice?"

"You've put yourself into the real world ahead of time!"

Ye Chen laughed out loud.

"Fatty, cherish your innocent summer vacation while you can."

"When you come to Shanghai, I'll show you the world."

Zhao Peng immediately perked up.

"What kind of world are you talking about?"

"For example, letting you sit in the office and play with that damn bird."

"roll!"

Zhao Peng cursed and swore.

"My hands start to shake when I hear the word 'bird' now."

Ye Chen hung up the phone, a smile still on his lips.

My friend is still my friend.

This feeling isn't bad.

night.

Ye Chen returned to the hotel and continued reviewing emails and organizing interview questions.

He wasn't prepared to ask too many textbook questions.

Those who are truly capable only need to look at the project details.

A thousand words are less effective than having him break down the logic of the gameplay.

The next day at 9:30 a.m.

Ye Chen arrived at the company ahead of time.

He bought a few bottles of mineral water and grabbed a few cans of coffee from the convenience store downstairs.

10 o'clock sharp.

The first candidate has arrived.

Zhou Yi.

Twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

White shirt, black-rimmed glasses, and neatly styled hair.

When he walked into the office, his first reaction was to be stunned.

They probably didn't expect that this newly registered company would have such a decent office environment.

But when he saw Ye Chen sitting in the conference room, his expression froze for a moment.

too young.

He looks too young to be a boss.

Ye Chen stood up and reached out his hand.

"Zhou Yi, right? Hello, I'm Ye Chen."

Zhou Yi quickly resumed his professional smile.

"Hello, Mr. Ye."

But that "President Ye" sounded a little awkward.

Ye Chen didn't pay any attention.

It's normal to have doubts.

An equivalent exchange will suffice.

After sitting down, Ye Chen skipped the pleasantries and got straight to the point.

"Your resume states that you are proficient in Apple application development, network communication, interface architecture, and performance optimization."

"I'd like to hear what projects you've worked on that best demonstrate your expertise in these four areas."

Zhou Yi had clearly prepared.

Project background.

Team size.

Technology selection.

Personal responsibilities.

The entire presentation was fluent, smooth, and quite impressive.

It's so beautiful it looks like she's reciting a script.

Ye Chen nodded after listening.

"If I were to make a single-player game..."

"The core technologies are click feedback, collision detection, and random obstacle generation."

"The goal is low memory usage, low power consumption, and fast loading."

"How would you dismantle it?"

Zhou Yi paused.

"That depends on the specific requirements document."

Ye Chen smiled.

"No documentation found."

"Just one sentence about my needs."

"When the user taps, the character jumps upwards."

"If you don't click, it will fall."

"If you hit an obstacle, you fail."

"Let me explain the thought process first."

Zhou Yi paused for two seconds before starting to talk about the UI layer, controllers, resource loading, and basic animations.

That's not entirely wrong.

But it's too much like making utility software.

He was talking about an animation component.

This isn't about a game.

After listening for five minutes, Ye Chen had already reached a conclusion in his mind.

It works.

But it can't be the core component.

After the interview, Zhou Yi left politely.