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

Ye Chen didn't think much of it.

He casually placed his car keys on the black marble countertop.

The key tapped lightly against the countertop, producing a crisp sound.

Su Xiaowan's gaze fell unconsciously on the Mercedes key, then quickly moved away.

She secretly glanced at Ye Chen.

My gaze swept over his deep, handsome face, then fell on the watch on his wrist, and my heart skipped a beat.

Unable to contain her shock, she asked softly.

"Mr. Ye, you... bought a car?"

She immediately regretted asking the question.

It is actually inappropriate for a hotel receptionist to pry into a guest's private affairs.

But she was just too curious.

The contrast in this boy is too striking.

Ye Chen leaned against the counter, turning to look at her.

Seeing Su Xiaowan's expression of wanting to ask but being afraid of offending her, he couldn't help but smile.

"yes."

"Shanghai is too big, and taking the subway is too tiring."

I bought a means of transportation on a whim.

A means of transportation.

A top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz costing 2.6 million.

Su Xiaowan was speechless, unsure how to respond to those words.

She blinked, managing only a professional smile for a moment, but her ears were secretly turning red.

The middle-aged man checking in next to him almost dropped his ID card when he heard this.

He glanced subconsciously at the black Mercedes outside the door, then at Ye Chen.

Only one sentence remained in my mind.

Are young people these days really this outrageous?

Looking at Ye Chen's youthful face, Su Xiaowan suddenly felt an extremely strong desire to explore.

He is clearly very young.

His smile even has a refreshing, sunny vibe, like that of a big, cheerful boy.

Yet, when he stands here, he exudes a composure that commands respect.

It's like a mystery.

The more I look at it, the more I want to get closer.

The closer I got, the more unfathomable it seemed.

"Could you please bring two bottles of ice water to my room? Thank you."

Ye Chen did not continue the topic.

He picked up his car keys, waved to Su Xiaowan, and turned to walk towards the elevator.

She nodded quickly.

"Okay, Mr. Ye, I'll take it up to you right away."

Ye Chen entered the elevator.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

Su Xiaowan stood at the front desk until the elevator numbers started to rise before she finally let out a long breath.

She reached out and gently patted her burning cheeks.

Looking down, I saw my name tag on my chest swaying slightly under the light.

Su Xiaowan.

She suddenly felt that Ye Chen's pronunciation of her name sounded especially pleasant tonight.

Another female colleague on duty next to the receptionist came over and asked in a low voice.

"Xiaowan, who was that handsome guy just now?"

"Do you know him?"

Su Xiaowan pursed her lips gently.

"Hotel guests".

My female colleague glanced at the Mercedes outside the door, and her eyes lit up.

"A hotel guest? Driving this kind of car to stay at the entire Ji Hotel?"

"That's too low-key."

Su Xiaowan did not respond.

She gazed in the direction of the elevator, her heart pounding even harder than her colleagues'.

Low key?

Maybe.

But what really mattered to her was neither the car nor the watch.

It was Ye Chen's attitude from beginning to end.

He didn't show off.

There was no deliberate showing off.

Even when saying "more than two million vehicles for transportation," it sounds like a casual joke.

This extreme contrast is an irresistible attraction for any young girl.

Back in the room.

Ye Chen took off his suit jacket and casually draped it over the sofa.

He went into the bathroom, took a shower, changed into a comfortable bathrobe, dried his hair, and walked to the French windows.

The city lights outside the window are dazzling.

The traffic flow resembled luminous rivers.

This city is growing rapidly.

In the next decade or so, countless wealth myths will be born here, but countless youths and ambitions will also be swallowed up.

In his previous life, Ye Chen was the kind of person who was repeatedly battered and bruised by this city.

work overtime.

optimization.

Mortgage.

anxiety.

Sweeped along by the times, yet never quite reaching the edge of the card table.

But this life is different.

He was already seated at the card table.

Moreover, they hold the cards for the next decade or so.

Ye Chen opened the top-of-the-line Apple laptop and skillfully logged into the overseas developer backend.

In the few seconds it took for the page to load, he casually picked up the ice water on the table and took a sip.

Soon, the background data was refreshed.

The Angry Sparrow.

Total overseas downloads: 3.17 million.

Daily GG earnings: $83,000.

Total earnings: US$1.42 million.

The download curve remains steep.

Like a rocket that has been ignited, there is almost no sign of it slowing down.

Ye Chen stared at the screen for a few seconds, his expression remaining calm.

More than 1.4 million US dollars.

Converted to RMB, that's close to ten million.

In 2010, this would have been enough to drive most entrepreneurs crazy.

But in Ye Chen's eyes, this was still just an appetizer.

The real value of "The Angry Sparrow" is not this cash flow.

Rather, it proved three things.

First, the growth of mobile internet users has begun to explode.

Secondly, the organic traffic advantage of overseas app stores is extremely significant.

Third, the capital market has been aroused by this broken bird, which has fueled its greed.

Capital becomes foolish when it becomes greedy.

Ye Chen opened his email.

Sure enough, there were several new emails in the inbox.

Redwood.

IDG.

SoftBank.

There are also two mid-sized Silicon Valley funds.

The email subject lines were getting increasingly urgent.

"I hope to establish contact with Mr. Chen as soon as possible."

"Strategic investment intention regarding 'The Angry Sparrow'."

"We are willing to offer a generous price."

Please be sure to reply.

Ye Chen didn't reply to a single letter.

He simply opened one of the emails and glanced at the quote.

Valuation of five million US dollars.

Ye Chen laughed.

"These people really think I'm some college student who's never seen money before."

He's not in a hurry right now.

What's in a hurry is capital.

Those venture capitalists who saw the first wave of mobile internet dividends but hadn't yet figured out how to play the game were the ones in a hurry.

Those who are anxious are the ones who want to buy the printing press at rock-bottom prices.

All Ye Chen had to do was to let the fishing line out a little longer.

Wait until they start fighting.

Wait until they start fighting over it.

They'll drive the prices up to outrageous levels on their own.

Then he will slowly and leisurely reel in the catch.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

Zhang Bo sent a message.

"Mr. Ye, Su Ya has confirmed that she will arrive at Xingchen Interactive at 10:00 AM sharp tomorrow."

Another sentence was added at the end.

"However, she said she had one condition."

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and replied.

"What are the conditions?"

Zhang Bo sent it quickly.

She said she wouldn't keep unclear accounts.

Ye Chen looked at those words and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

interesting.

That's so interesting.

He picked up his phone and replied via voice message.

Tell her.

"What I have in abundance here is clear accounting."

"See you tomorrow."