After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

Zhichun East Lane.

Around 8 or 9 o'clock.

Having probably finished digesting her food, Chen Xinyi pulled her younger brother into the house.

The door to the master bedroom was closed.

Jin Shilin and Lin Siyan sat in the living room, the atmosphere subtle.

The problem is, the landlord originally intended to rent out this house.

The interior design is so-so, so the soundproofing is also so-so.

In the living room.

Jin Shilin could vaguely hear sounds coming from inside, and shook her head helplessly.

"What does she gain from this? She always starts trouble, and she never learns from her mistakes."

"Or is it really that enjoyable for her? That she keeps doing it so much? She can't get enough of it?"

Lin Siyan remained silent.

She looked down and flipped through the coffee shop's ledger. She turned several pages, but couldn't concentrate on a single word.

Jin Shilin leaned back on the sofa and sighed, "I'm going to be lounging around until noon tomorrow again. The three Heytea stores are opening next week, and this boss doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all."

"Sister Shilin, please stop talking," Lin Siyan finally spoke, her voice very low. "As long as Xinyi is happy."

Jin Shilin glanced at her, then hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but didn't.

Everyone can see Lin Siyan's feelings for Chen Xinyi.

Everyone in the circle knew the truth, but Chen Xinyi pretended not to know.

Or rather, she wasn't unaware; she just didn't want to point it out.

Jin Shilin previously thought that Chen Xinyi might be worried that if she revealed the truth, she and Lin Siyan would no longer be able to remain friends.

Now, Kim Se-rin can't help but overthink things.

Jin Shilin got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. When she came back, she sat down next to Lin Siyan.

"Siyan, don't take some things too seriously. Her obsession with Wei Yi is ingrained in her bones."

Lin Siyan smiled, but it looked worse than crying.

"I know. I've known from the beginning."

She closed the ledger, stood up, tucked it under her arm, and said in her usual calm tone, "I'm going to take a shower first, and then go to bed early. I have to go to Heytea tomorrow to oversee the renovation inspection."

Jin Shilin watched her walk towards the bathroom, picked up her water glass, took a sip, and said nothing more.

In the bedroom, during halftime.

Chen Xinyi lay on the pillow, her hair disheveled, looking weak but with bright, sparkling eyes, like a cat that had just finished a fight.

Although they lost, they didn't lose in terms of momentum at all.

Wei Yi leaned against the headboard and looked through the backend data of Tage Travel on his phone.

The number of registered users has exceeded 500.

To achieve this result on the first day is quite impressive.

Keep in mind that the liberal arts college only has a little over three thousand students, and today is only the first day, yet one-sixth of them have already registered.

This efficiency, tsk, Sulei is just a little ugly.

Otherwise, he would resemble his sister somewhat.

Chen Xinyi rolled over and rubbed her toes against his calves.

"What are your next steps in making a profit from your shared bike business?"

She hadn't thought to ask that while she was in the living room, but now that she's taking a break, her mind is clearer.

After considering it for a moment, Wei Yi decided to be honest.

He shared his honest assessment of the track.

He never intended to make money from deposits and ride fees. This thing itself doesn't make much money; it's only 50 cents an hour, or 10 yuan a month, which doesn't even cover operating costs.

What he wants to earn is the money from the capital that enters the market later.

He gave a general overview of the development path of bike-sharing, using a tone of "his own speculation."

First, scale up the user base, collect user data, and optimize daily active users and retention rates.

Once the model proves to be viable and the data looks good enough, investors will come knocking on our door.

They'll raise funds through angel rounds, Series A, Series B, and Series C, continuously increasing their valuation, and then cash out and exit when the industry is at its hottest.

He said he didn't want to earn money from users, but from investors.

"I see." Chen Xinyi nodded after listening, quickly accepting this logic. "But are you sure that capital will come in later? Would they do such a loss-making business?"

"Yes," Wei Yi said with certainty.

He briefly mentioned the concept of the sharing economy, mentioning power banks and car sharing.

These are things that others may do in the future. As long as they can scale up and build up data, investors will be willing to pay for the story.

After listening, Chen Xinyi remained silent for a few seconds, then reached out and pinched his cheek, pulling it outwards.

"What exactly is going on in your head? You only scored 560 on the college entrance exam, but you have a whole bunch of stuff to say about this."

"Sis, you think it's reliable too?"

"Nonsense." Chen Xinyi rolled her eyes at him. "Have you forgotten what your sister studied? Economic law and commercial law. Economics and commerce are what you're supposed to study. Your logic is correct. Internet startups burn money to gain scale in the early stages, and then rely on capital to take over. This strategy has been proven both domestically and internationally long ago."

Wei Yi felt a weight lifted off his shoulders.

He had always been afraid that his ideas were too ahead of their time, and that his sister wouldn't believe him if he told her. Now it seems he was overthinking it.

He suddenly realized that he had really been spoiled by his older sister in his past life.

Although he had the advantage of being reborn with foresight, in terms of practical implementation, without the help of his sister, Jin Shilin, Lin Siyan, and Su Lai, he could only become a wealthy old man on his own, and wouldn't be able to accomplish anything significant.

Even with the shared bicycle business, he was afraid he couldn't manage it well on his own.

In his previous life, he barely passed his job as the deputy director of a subdistrict office in Chaoyang District.

Instead of messing around on your own, it's better to entrust the actual execution to the most powerful external brain, Chen Xinyi.

All you need to do is use your "comprehensive judgment," which is the ability of a reborn prophet, to point in the right direction.

It's just like the tea beverage industry. He provides the direction, and his sister leads the team to implement it. Perfect division of labor.

Chen Xinyi turned over and suddenly shouted towards the door.

"Siyan! Come in here for a moment."

Wei Yi froze.

"Sis, we're all naked!"

Chen Xinyi smiled and pulled the blanket over to cover her private parts.

But the covering was extremely perfunctory, basically only providing psychological comfort.

The door was pushed open a crack, and Lin Siyan peeked in.

Seeing the state of the two people on the bed, her expression didn't change, but her ears turned bright red.

She stood at the doorway, her gaze stiffly avoiding Wei Yi, looking only at Chen Xinyi.

"Pour me a glass of water, I'm thirsty. Thank you." Chen Xinyi said this as naturally as if she were commenting on the nice weather.

Lin Siyan responded and turned to pour water.

When he returned, he placed the cup on the bedside table, keeping his gaze fixed on Chen Xinyi's face the entire time, while strictly avoiding Wei Yi who was next to him.

After finishing her water, Chen Xinyi handed the cup back and casually asked, "Brother, do you want some?"

"No, I'm not thirsty," Wei Yi said awkwardly, shaking his head.

Lin Siyan took the cup, left, and closed the door again.

The corridor was silent for a few seconds. Wei Yi suddenly realized something.

His sister did this several times in his past life.

Every time, either he and she were disheveled or had just finished making love, she would use various excuses to call Jin Shilin or Lin Siyan in.

He would ask for water, make a conversation, or ask what we were having for dinner. He had all sorts of reasons, but the common thread was that he was always there, and he was never wearing clothes.

In his past life, he only felt embarrassed and even shy. He told his sister countless times that he would talk about it after he got out.

His sister just wouldn't listen, smiling and saying it was okay, it was okay, they were family and she wasn't afraid.

He panicked.

They're all girls, what are you afraid of?

He finally figured it out in this lifetime.

This is his sister doing desensitization.

She deliberately wore down Jin Shilin and Lin Siyan's psychological resistance little by little, using repeated "accidental encounters" to gradually make them get used to the existence of this scene.

She was gradually bringing in her two most trusted best friends.

Boiling a frog in lukewarm water.

This woman is playing chess.

Wei Yi turned to look at Chen Xinyi.

Chen Xinyi casually shrank back into the blankets, a faint sense of satisfaction on her face.

"Sis, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"What do you mean, intentional?"

"I just called Sister Siyan in."

Chen Xinyi placed the cup on the bedside table, turned over so her back was to him, and spoke in a languid tone.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm sleepy, going to bed."

Wei Yi looked at the back of her head and sighed inwardly.

Forget it, why should I care about this?

In the end, I didn't lose out; in fact, I gained a lot.

In my past life, I overestimated myself, which led to my untimely death.

He felt that if he continued to cultivate at his current pace, even all of his sister's girlfriends from his previous life wouldn't be enough for him.

The night was deep outside the window, and the chirping of insects could be heard in the distance.

Wei Yi put his phone on the bedside table and lay down.