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

Ye Chen stood up and patted Lu Yuan on the shoulder.

"The base layer is done; the next step is to fill in the visuals."

He walked to the whiteboard in the center of the office area and picked up a black marker.

The pen tip moved quickly across the whiteboard, sketching out the basic outline of a parkour scene in just a few strokes.

He put down his pen and turned to look at Han Yue.

"Personnel recruitment is priced at the highest level, with no upper limit on the budget."

"Add three people to the development team, one for the UI and one for the concept art. Even if we have to pay double the salary to poach them from other companies, we must get them to me."

The office area was quiet for a few seconds.

Lu Yuan and Han Ming exchanged a glance and sat up straight.

Working with a boss who is technically savvy, financially well-funded, and doesn't waste time, they understand what that means.

Ye Chen not only gave them money, but also broke down the core gameplay and art style for them. This completely won them over.

Ye Chen looked at everyone and softened his tone: "Han Yue, go and book a nice restaurant, get a large private room, to celebrate the official opening of Xingchen Interactive today."

Han Yue mentally reviewed the nearby restaurants.

"Mr. Ye, how about 'Yu Jing Ge' nearby? The environment is nice, and there's a large private room that can accommodate more than twenty people. It's just a few minutes' walk away."

She used to work at another startup, and she would spend ages calculating how much money her boss would spend on a barbecue meal that cost 200 yuan per person.

The average cost per person at Yujing Pavilion is several hundred yuan, and she only mentioned it tentatively.

Ye Chen nodded immediately: "Let's go with that."

The programmers were ecstatic.

"President Ye is so generous!"

"Eat your fill tonight, and tomorrow you'll be grinding your liver to pieces at the office!"

……

The sound of typing gradually subsided.

Lu Yuan stretched, his bones cracking.

Han Ming gulped down the now-cold coffee on the table and rubbed his sore eyes.

Ye Chen walked over and clapped his hands: "That's enough for today. If we can't finish our work, let's fill our stomachs first."

Suya was organizing the documents on the side.

Today she wore a fitted black business suit, with her legs looking straight and long in black stockings under the pencil skirt.

She folded up the reports and walked over to Ye Chen.

"Mr. Ye, the detailed accounts of the funds pool are ready, and the overseas funds settlement channels have all been opened. They will be on your desk tomorrow morning." She closed the folder, her voice crisp.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work these past few days," Ye Chen replied casually.

Han Yue changed out of her serious demeanor from the morning; a light-colored, bodycon mini dress accentuated her full curves, and her long, fair legs were quite eye-catching. She walked over in high heels.

"Ms. Ye, everyone's almost done getting ready." She pulled over the flustered girl behind her. "This is Lin Yao, the receptionist who just started working today."

Lin Yao had just graduated, and her business suit was a size too small, making her white shirt look bulging.

Her hands were clasped together in front of her, revealing her youthful innocence.

"Hello, Mr. Ye." She lowered her head and spoke very softly.

Ye Chen nodded: "Hello, welcome to the company. Do your best and don't be nervous."

"Let's go, target Yujing Pavilion, let's eat our fill." Ye Chen waved his hand and took the lead towards the gate.

The evening breeze in Shanghai was slightly cool in early autumn.

It's rush hour now, and everywhere is congested with traffic and hurried workers.

Ye Chen didn't drive; instead, he walked with everyone else.

Along the way, he chatted with Lu Yuan and Han Ming about the details of the game.

The atmosphere was very relaxed.

Ye Chen joked with them, showing no airs of a boss whatsoever.

Lin Yao followed behind, and looking at Ye Chen's broad back, her nervousness dissipated considerably.

Ye Chen walked ahead, pointing to several young people waiting for the bus by the roadside, who were holding various button phones.

"See those phones?" Ye Chen asked casually.

Lu Yuan glanced at them: "Nokia, Motorola, and a few domestic knock-off phones."

Ye Chen said with certainty, "In two years at most, these phones with physical buttons will become electronic waste. Apple's fourth-generation phone has already broken the barrier to smartphones. Next, the Android camp will launch a fierce counterattack. Large screens and touch screens are the future."

Han Ming adjusted his glasses: "Does President Ye mean we need to fill all the pits before everyone realizes what's going on?"

"That's right." Ye Chen nodded. "Right now, app stores are full of poorly made, half-finished products, which is called a blue ocean. When those traditional game giants realize what's happening and come in with teams of hundreds of people and hundreds of millions of dollars, that'll be called a red ocean. Our advantage right now is speed."

Lu Yuan was thrilled: "President Ye, if that's the case, then the few of us can take down those big companies?"

Ye Chen patted him on the shoulder: "Big companies have their own problems. The processes are cumbersome and the decision-making is slow. By the time they finish a dozen meetings and decide on the project, our game has already made its first round of money and started working on the sequel. In the world of martial arts, speed is the only way to win."

These words completely convinced Lu Yuan and Han Ming.

Their previous boss only made empty promises, while Ye Chen was showing them a map of the future.

A few minutes later, the group arrived at the entrance of "Yujing Pavilion".

A three-story Chinese-style building with carved beams and painted rafters.

A row of luxury cars was parked at the entrance.

In the Zhangjiang Science and Technology Park, this is considered a very high-end venue for business banquets.

Pushing open the glass doors, the lobby is resplendent in gold.

A crystal chandelier casts a soft light, a thick handmade wool carpet lies beneath your feet, and a faint scent of sandalwood fills the air.

A waitress in a cheongsam approached and bowed slightly: "How many of you are there? Did you make a reservation in advance?"

Han Yue stepped forward: "Hello, this is Han Yue from Xingchen Interactive. I made a reservation for the 'Emperor's Box' by phone this afternoon."

The waiter took the business card, checked it through his earpiece, and said with a respectful smile, "Ms. Han, the information is correct. The 'Emperor's Box' is ready. Please follow me."

A waiter led the way.

Ye Chen stepped forward to follow.

Su Ya walked beside him, maintaining the standard subordinate position of half a body length.

Lin Yao followed behind, looking around. It was her first time in such a high-end restaurant, and she was filled with curiosity.

The group followed the waiter and headed straight for the luxury private room at the end of the corridor.

When we arrived at the door, the waiter was about to push it open.

Han Yue stepped forward and took the initiative to open the heavy double wooden door of the private room.

Imperial Chamber of the Imperial Palace.

On the mahogany round table, Australian lobsters, grouper, and top-grade Wagyu beef were laid out in abundance.

Lu Yuan and Han Ming sat in their chairs, not daring to touch their chopsticks for a long time.

These two people are usually quite satisfied with a bowl of beef noodles with a braised egg, but suddenly sitting in this kind of private room, they don't know where to put their hands and feet.