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

Ye Chen signed his name on the last few pages of the document and casually pushed it back.

"After Temple Run is launched, the fund return plan will proceed according to the second plan." Ye Chen set the tone in a few words, speaking calmly.

"Initial profits will be held in an overseas fund pool for subsequent user acquisition, promotion, and investment strategies."

"The operating funds in China are converted into RMB in batches under the guise of technical service fees to ensure a clean accounting record."

Suya carefully put the documents away, habitually holding them to her chest.

The fitted business suit was already taut, and now, with the documents pressing down on her full curves, the arc became even more eye-catching, exuding a fatal allure of a mature and sophisticated woman.

"No problem, I'll personally handle the accounts." She looked at the boss who had just turned eighteen and couldn't help but think to herself, "His skills and shrewdness are simply overwhelming."

Ye Chen opened the drawer and threw in several spare contracts.

He then stood up and picked up the casual jacket draped over the back of the chair.

"I'll entrust the company's daily operations to you and Han Yue, while Lu Yuan will be in charge of overall coordination on the technical side." Ye Chen put on his coat and put one hand in his pocket.

"I'm going to register at Jiaotong University tomorrow, so I won't be coming to the company every day anymore."

Upon hearing this, Su Ya couldn't help but laugh and teased, "Boss, have you finally remembered you're still a student? Are you planning to experience a bit of innocent youth on campus?"

"Just going to familiarize myself with the place," Ye Chen laughed out loud, stepping towards the door.

"Call me if it's urgent. Make your own decisions on non-critical matters. Don't bother me with trivial things."

"Okay, Mr. Ye, take care. Have a great time at university." Su Ya smiled as she watched him leave, her eyes full of admiration.

Stepping out of the company building, the evening breeze of Shanghai greeted me, carrying a pleasant coolness.

Ye Chen walked towards the underground parking garage and pressed the key to the black Mercedes-Benz S600.

The car lights flashed, like the eyes of a ferocious beast opening.

He got into the driver's seat and started the engine decisively.

Now, Star Interactive's framework is fully in place.

"The Angry Sparrow" is a money-printing machine overseas, "Temple Run" is about to be submitted for censorship, and all funding channels have been opened.

The first piece of the business puzzle, a perfect closed loop.

Tomorrow, Shanghai Jiao Tong University.

It's time to truly experience university life.

……

The next morning.

All Seasons Hotel in Shanghai.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow on the carpet.

Ye Chen stuffed a few changes of clothes into his backpack, zipped it up, and picked it up casually.

Today he wore a very simple white T-shirt, paired with dark casual pants, exuding a refreshing and sunny boyish vibe.

As for the Vacheron Constantin watch worth 250,000 yuan, he casually picked it off and stuffed it directly into the inner pocket of his backpack.

There's no need to flaunt a down payment for a house on your wrist when registering for school.

The main goal is to make money discreetly.

I took the elevator downstairs, and the reception area was very quiet.

Su Xiaowan was looking down as she organized the check-in registration form.

Today she was wearing an extremely form-fitting black hotel uniform, the buttons of her white shirt stretched taut by her impressive bust, as if they might burst open at any moment.

The waistline is extremely slender, so thin it could be grasped in one hand.

Beneath the bodycon skirt, a pair of long, slender legs encased in black stockings stood straight, clad in five-centimeter black high heels, her figure incredibly alluring.

Hearing footsteps, Su Xiaowan looked up and immediately put on an impeccable professional smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Ye. Would you like us to arrange for housekeeping today?"

"No need, I'm here to check out today." Ye Chen pushed the room key over, his tone relaxed.

Su Xiaowan paused noticeably for half a second.

This young Mr. Ye has lived here for so long, leaving early and returning late every day.

At first, she thought he was just a rich second-generation heir who came to Shanghai for tourism because his family was rich.

But a few days later, they picked up a top-of-the-line Mercedes-Benz worth over two million yuan.

In addition, the composed and authoritative aura he exudes is something that ordinary rich kids can't fake.

"Okay, I'll process it for you right away." Su Xiaowan quickly typed on the keyboard, checking the bill. "Mr. Ye's trip to Shanghai is over? Are you going back to your hometown?"

"No, I need to register at the school," Ye Chen replied casually.

Su Xiaowan's fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, froze in mid-air.

"School?" She looked up abruptly, her eyes wide open.

"Yes, Shanghai Jiao Tong University." Ye Chen put one hand in his pocket and smiled innocently.

Su Xiaowan's mind went blank on the spot.

Jiaotong University? Registration?

"You... just graduated from high school?" She couldn't help but ask this extremely inappropriate private question.

"Is it strange?" Ye Chen chuckled. "Don't I seem like a freshman?"

Su Xiaowan stared intently at the boy in front of her.

Wearing a white T-shirt and casual pants, with a sunny and cheerful smile, he is indeed a refreshing and handsome young man.

But whenever she thought of his Mercedes S600, which cost over two million yuan, she felt as if her worldview had been completely shattered.

A high school graduate who just turned eighteen is staying in a luxury hotel in Shanghai, booking a king-size bed room for an extended period and driving a top-of-the-line luxury car.

The contrast is absolutely outrageous!

"No, not at all," Su Xiaowan blurted out, then quickly added, "I mean... you look much more mature than your peers."

The bill was printed out, and Ye Chen signed it neatly.

Su Xiaowan returned the deposit to the original card.

As she handed over the bank card and receipt, her fingertips twitched slightly, and she inadvertently placed a pink sticky note under the receipt.

"Mr. Ye, this is my private number." Su Xiaowan looked directly into Ye Chen's eyes, her voice very soft, with a hint of subtle flirtation.

"If you have any hotel needs in Shanghai in the future, or if you need help arranging accommodations for friends visiting, feel free to contact me anytime. I can get you the lowest internal discounts."

Ye Chen glanced at the note; the handwriting was neat and elegant.

He didn't refuse, casually put the note in his pocket, took out his phone, and dialed the number directly.

The next second, Su Xiaowan's phone vibrated in her pocket.

"My number." Ye Chen waved the black iPhone in his hand, turned around and waved casually, "I'm leaving, see you later."

Watching Ye Chen push open the door and walk into the morning light, Su Xiaowan let out a long sigh of relief.

She took out her phone and carefully saved the missed call, adding the name "Ye Chen" to the contact.

After thinking about it, I added a very special suffix to the end – "VIP".

……

underground garage.

Ye Chen opened the door of the Mercedes-Benz S600 and threw his backpack into the passenger seat.

ignition.

The V12 engine emitted a deep, resonant roar.

The black sedan drove out of the hotel and smoothly merged into the morning rush hour traffic.

Starry Sky Interactive's framework is in place, overseas funding channels are open, and Temple Run is progressing steadily.

The first piece of the business puzzle has been perfectly fitted.

Next, it's time to fully experience the exciting university life I've been looking forward to.

However, Ye Chen did not drive the car directly into the Jiaotong University campus.

He rented a long-term parking space in the underground garage of a high-end office building, two streets away from the school gate.

Park the Mercedes steadily and lock it.

With that ordinary black backpack on his back, he walked to school like any other freshman.

In September, the sun blazes down on Shanghai.

At the main entrance of Shanghai Jiao Tong University, a huge red banner stretched across the entire lintel.

The words "Welcome to the Class of 2010" shone brightly in the sun, and the leaves of the two rows of plane trees rustled in the hot wind.

Ye Chen, carrying a black backpack, dragging a suitcase in his right hand, and wearing white running shoes, walked into the school gate at a leisurely pace.

Wearing a white Nike short-sleeved shirt and dark gray sweatpants, he looked clean and tidy, without a trace of nouveau riche style.

On both sides of the campus road, there were senior students holding signs indicating the departments.

The loudspeakers were so loud they made my ears ring, playing the registration instructions on a loop, and the air was filled with the vibrant noise of youth.