The screen that was originally showing the briefing PPT immediately showed the situation of the Global Harbor track.
The boiling scene of the game immediately attracted everyone's attention. Jin Shao was unreliable in his work, but he was proficient in everything when it came to playing. As long as he was given good enough props, he could present the best viewing effect. This was truly an exciting event that materialized video games and turned F1 racing into 3D.
Ji Shiyi narrowed his eyes complacently, but when he saw the drone in Jun Yi's hand, his face changed.
In the fleeting aerial footage, Little Monsoon was taken from Junyi by the staff and placed at the take-off point.
"Turn off the drone's intelligent system, quickly." Ji Shiyi immediately contacted the chief engineer.
"But in this case, Little Monsoon is just an ordinary drone!"
"Close it immediately." Boss , had sweaty palms.
He doesn't pursue winning, nor will he lose easily. It doesn't matter how good the ace senior's flying skills are. The powerful core chip of the Little Monsoon allows it to quickly cross obstacles and reach the finish line without anyone's control. It is an intelligent drone that wins by algorithms and can learn by itself.
In order to make Xiao Jifeng pass the organizer's inspection, Ji Shiyi put a lot of thought into it, but as soon as Jun Yi got started, he could find the abnormality of Xiao Jifeng.
This is cheating. As a successful businessman, Ji Shiyi never cares about the outside world's evaluation, but at this moment he cannot stand the contempt and alienation that Jun Yi might show after knowing the truth.
The big screen in the mall simultaneously broadcast the fierce battle on the track. The high-speed motion camera of Jifeng recorded the fleeting sprint posture of each drone, and the small Jifeng controlled by Junyi gave the audience a first-person sensory experience. Everyone present seemed to be sitting in the cockpit of the drone, soaring in the air at high speed.
"It's amazing! Ji Feng's new racing plane has surpassed at the turn! W Club's female pilot Jun Yi is far ahead. Her textbook-like flight trajectory makes her invincible. Dashan, did you see that?"
"Yes, I heard that Junyi used Monsoon products for the first time today. In e-sports, it's like playing a new hero with bare hands and becoming a god all the way. How amazing is she?"
The two commentators are masters in the fields of F1 racing and e-sports respectively, and are both used to big scenes. However, they found that they had to speak faster in order to keep up with the race against time on the scene.
"The main force is flying towards the Sky Ring, and the fun is about to begin."
The drones had to pass through the center of the 30-meter-high Ferris wheel, which was only one and a half meters in diameter, like a narrow and dangerous bottle mouth. Several drones were swarming into it, refusing to give way to each other. Only one drone stood out from the melee with its deft operation.
"Oh, it's Z! The fourteen-year-old pilot from the W Club, he is currently the youngest player participating in this competition. Don't think that being young means you are a 'bronze'. In the speed racing arena, Z is the king!"
Xiao Z's drone shot out like an arrow, and the drones behind it had no time to turn around and crashed into steel and iron one after another. The images of the drones exploding sent back by the Monsoon Sports Camera made the audience excited. The scene of the racing drone competition had never been so lively.
"Boss, the number of online viewers has exceeded five million," Assistant Ma said excitedly, "No, it's now five and a half million, and it's still rising. The barrage has covered the number."
Ji Shiyi's heartbeat gradually calmed down, and he finally realized that he was too focused on Jun Yi's game. But it was precisely his carelessness at the briefing that made the investors present more convinced that rare goods were worth buying.
Ji Shiyi stood up and walked to the front of the stage, glancing at everyone arrogantly: "If you have changed your mind, let's continue."
The screen behind cut back to the noisy game scene.
The Global Harbor track is indeed a carefully arranged show. Everything is for Monsoon’s financing briefing. Monsoon will never do business at a loss.
"Before the development of e-sports competition, how many people could have predicted that these electronic 'opium' and internet-addicted teenagers could become golden cash cows? What I want to do is not only a product, but an ecosystem." Ji Shiyi rested his hands on the table, leaning forward slightly, like a beast ready to attack at any time, "If you want to know what other entertainment consumption growth points there are after e-sports, become my partner now."
As a child from a wealthy family, Ji Shiyi is well aware of the operating rules of capital. They never help when it is needed, but only add icing on the cake.
But before the flowers could bloom, the spring breeze had to blow, and he caught that breeze.
"Oh my god, there is no doubt that W Club will win! Their fleet is ten seconds ahead of their opponents. The champion will be born among the four W members!"
"Wait a minute, Z's drone is a little strange, let's get a close-up."
Xiao Z was indeed the fastest person to pass the "Sky Ring", but he also paid a price. People could clearly see on the big screen that one of the four propellers of Xiao Z's drone was no longer functioning properly, and the damaged motor was groaning.
Little Z was panicking and tried hard to control the tri-rotor to keep balance. It was less than halfway, but the end seemed far away, which was a huge test of the pilot's control and psychological quality.
"Turn off the diagonal propellers, pay attention to the torque, and go in a straight line." Zhuo Fan's voice rang out in the team channel, "Focus, Xiao Z, don't give up, you can do it."
The audience watched with bated breath as Xiao Z's drone gradually stood up from its horizontal position.
A quadcopter drone does not really need four propellers to keep flying. In special circumstances, it can maintain balance with the torque of only two propellers, just like its "relative" helicopter. This is a dangerous decision. If there is a slight mistake in operation, the drone will explode on the spot while flying at high speed.
Xiao Z decided to give it a try. Although he was not good at Chinese and English, he could quickly calculate the torque and momentum of the entire drone and adjust the strategy quickly by using the stick.
"Go!" Little Z was burning with excitement, with only one goal in his eyes - the finish line!
"Everyone disperse." Jun Yi ordered in the channel, and immediately the three leading drones rolled to both sides, making way for a wide straight road.
"Oh my god, player Z's drone is standing up and accelerating. This is the first time I've seen such an operation. He surpassed Psyduck and Gong Ming from the same club, surpassed Jun Yi, and sprinted towards the finish line!"
Little Z suddenly understood what Ji Shiyi said. He didn't need his mother to approve of the path he had chosen, but he wanted her to know that he had never wavered on the path he had chosen. Rather than saying that winning was to prove to his mother, it was more like proving to the immature self in her heart!
The courage to move forward in the face of adversity inspired the entire audience. Among the enthusiastic crowd, a woman was extremely excited.
"That's my son!" Little Z's mother desperately shook the stranger next to her, with pride overflowing from her eyes, "Look, he's in the front! My son is the first!"
Close-up shots were taken back from the audience seats, and the grandeur of the entire stadium was displayed using conventional aerial photography techniques. The number of people watching the live broadcast online continued to increase, and the results were soon announced on the big screen. The four pilots from the W Club were undoubtedly at the top of the list.
"Brother Yi, you gave up the first place?" Psyduck stared at the scoreboard in disbelief, "Giving up?"
"Without water, the aircraft's performance is limited." Jun Yi shrugged.
The hundreds of pressure tests Junyi conducted in the past few days were all single-plane test flights of the Little Monsoon. She did not expect that the propeller of the Little Monsoon would be disturbed when the high-speed airflow passed. In order to prevent the plane from crashing, she chose to slow down and maintain balance.
"But there's no need to..." Psyduck's words were interrupted by the enthusiastic cheers from the audience.
The champion of this game, Xiao Z, took off his FPV glasses, and tears flowed from the eyes of this youngest player in the field.
He excitedly waved to the audience: "Mom, here I am, I won!"
The charm of competition lies in the fact that everyone has his or her own battlefield. Even if there are many difficulties and even if there is little hope, one must fight hard.
But no one ever cheered for Ji Shiyi on the battlefield.
The briefing ended, and the situation was as Ji Shiyi expected. There were so many investors that he had to conduct the next round of screening to determine the winner. The competition between industry and capital is a war without the smoke of gunpowder. Now investors are bidding for investment because Ji Feng does have the strength, and Ji Shiyi must choose carefully, otherwise he will be eaten up.
After the follow-up work was done, outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, thousands of lights were already on. Ji Shiyi let everyone go home for dinner for the first time in nearly three months. This was the first time in nearly three months that everyone got off work on time.
However, Ji Shiyi was in no hurry to go back. He was the only one living in the large flat in the city. In comparison, Monsoon Technology, where the whole company often worked all night, seemed more like his home. He packed up his documents and was the last one to leave work again.
After taking a few steps, the sound of a cell phone vibrating was heard in the empty corridor.
Ji Shiyi glanced at the caller ID, his shrewd look faded, and he picked up the phone reluctantly.
At first, he could still press the elevator button and listen to the other party patiently, but later he just pinched his temples and waited for the torture to end.
"Shiyi, we agreed that you must come home during the New Year." The woman's weak voice on the phone kept repeating, fearing that he would stand her up like he did last time.
"I don't think my father would want to see me." Ji Shiyi's tone was lukewarm and he had tried his best to be restrained.
"But, I want to see you, Shiyi." The woman paused and pleaded in tears, "Mom misses you so much. It's been a long time since you came home."
Ji Shiyi sighed deeply, feeling powerless and frustrated. His mother's humble words seemed to have grown arms that wanted to pull him back to the dark memories of his childhood.
Back then, his mother took him to the Ji family out of the sincere desire to live a good life, but his naive mother did not know that blood ties were not the bond of the Ji family, but interests were, and his birth was an original sin. Ji Shiyi, who knew this well, would rather endure his brother's beatings than face his weak mother's repeated pleas.
"Let's talk about it later." Without waiting for the other party to speak, Ji Shiyi turned off his mobile phone. The joy he had gained in the mall was completely extinguished, and his mood fell to the bottom.
He walked back and forth aimlessly in the empty corridors of the monsoon, just like every early morning or late night, like a lonely emperor inspecting his territory, or like a bound soul wandering in a deserted castle.
Ji Feng was Ji Shiyi's barrier, allowing him to break away from the relationship with the Ji family with confidence. Only by making more money could he build a thicker barrier, so he never stopped, even if he was very tired.
When I think about it this way, life is really boring.
Ji Shiyi raised his hand and pushed open the glass door on the ground floor of the building, stepping into the dark winter night. The cold wind blew up the strands of hair on his forehead, revealing a pair of frosty eyes.
"Hi!" A cheerful voice came from the flower bed in the corner, "I thought you were going to sleep in the office."
He was startled and looked down hesitantly.
The girl was looking up, her eyes sparkling with joy. She didn't know how long she had been waiting downstairs. At this moment, a thin layer of dew covered the brim of her baseball cap, and her little face was flushed by the wind.
"Princess Shiyi, you finally came out of the castle tower. I was waiting for you."
"What do you want to see me for?" Ji Shiyi put his hands in his coat pockets, giving off an aura that said "keep away from strangers".
Jun Yi would not be forced to retreat by his appearance. When the two of them were at loggerheads, Ji Shiyi's attitude was much more arrogant than it is now. She tilted her head and smiled, "Happy birthday! Princess Shiyi, I didn't prepare a gift, so I'll treat you to a meal."
There were unidentifiable emotions swirling in Ji Shiyi's black eyes.
"Today is not my birthday."
"ah!"
Nie Qianqian had specifically reminded Junyi of Ji Shiyi's birthday a few hours ago. Senior Qianqian always paid attention to details, and of course she reminded Junyi to send a text message on behalf of the club to congratulate the investor on his birthday, but Junyi was so good that he just left the celebration party and rushed back from Changzhou.
Turns out I got it wrong, so embarrassing.
Jun Yi's smile was about to collapse, and she couldn't help but take a step back. Almost at the same time, her eyes went dark, the baseball cap on her head fell to the ground, and she was held in Ji Shiyi's arms.
He hugged her too tightly, like a drowning man hugging a piece of driftwood. Jun Yi was suffocating in the warm coat, his face pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat getting faster and faster.
"What's wrong?" Jun Yi stretched out his hands and patted Ji Shiyi's straight back. The coat felt so good that she couldn't help but touch it again and again.
Ji Shiyi couldn't sort out the burning sensation in his heart, and felt that the negative emotions in his body gradually dissipated as Jun Yi patted him again and again. He didn't know what magical power Jun Yi had, but he could always be redeemed by her actions.
"Hey, did someone bully you?" Jun Yi asked hesitantly, "The creditor is here again? It's too bad for a company as big as Jifeng."
You are the creditor.
Ji Shiyi laughed dully, shaking Jun Yi's heart and lungs through his chest. He did not let go, and neither did Jun Yi. They kept hugging each other, like a couple reunited after a long separation.
After a long time, Ji Shiyi finally took a step back.
"Why don't you come up to me?"
"The lady at the front desk said you were in a meeting and couldn't see me without an appointment." Jun Yi quickly picked up the hat on the ground and put it on to hide the blush on his face. "Later, everyone got off work, so I had to wait here. I couldn't help it. You are the big boss, Princess Shiyi."
"Don't call me that," Ji Shiyi raised the corner of his mouth, "Take away those two words and call me that."
"Okay, princess." Jun Yi smiled playfully.
"Oh, where's the sincerity?"
"Oh, don't worry about it." Jun Yi pulled his sleeve, "Let's go, I'm hungry, I'll treat you to yellow croaker noodles."
Ji Shiyi put his cold little hand into his coat pocket and held it tightly.
The per capita consumption of delicious food in the mind of poor student Jun Yi has never been high, and it is completely incomparable to the dinner that Ji Shiyi booked for the club in Changzhou.
"It's here. Please sit down first and I'll go buy it." Jun Yi said to the people around him.
The shop is noisy, with four benches beside a table and no air conditioning. The signature dish is the hot yellow croaker noodles, which are full of oil and have the taste of a late-night food stall.
"Junyi, long time no see." The old man in the store greeted her. She looked up and saw a man in a well-dressed suit, squatting and entering the store. He looked different from the office workers who usually came here to eat. He was arrogant and cold, with his own aura. But the next second, the man took off his heavy coat, smiled at Junyi, and seemed no different from an ordinary person.
"Hey, bring your friends."
"He's my very good friend. Please add some more ingredients."
When Jun Yi paid for the noodles and sat opposite Ji Shiyi, he realized that the big boss was out of place in the small shop, just like a phoenix condescending to land in a chicken coop. Ji Shiyi didn't care. He reached out and took two pairs of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick holder, skillfully broke them apart and inserted them into the noodles, making people wonder if this person often eats at small street shops.
"What are you looking at?" Ji Shiyi curled his lips, looking very confusing.
Jun Yi blurted out: "Look...you look good!"
Ji Shiyi chuckled, seeming very satisfied with this answer.
In fact, Ji Shiyi is not picky about food. Jun Yi probably doesn't know that when Ji Shiyi first started his business, he and his friends lived in a rented house in a residential building, with no food to eat. They ate whatever was cheap, even rice with ketchup. He was very frugal with himself, and he hasn't changed until now, but he was extravagant and wasteful in maintaining a club.
"Ah!" Jun Yi suddenly pointed at the color TV on the wall of the shop and slapped Ji Shiyi's arm. He was so excited that he almost broke his hand. "Look, we're on TV!"
The sports news station was broadcasting the highlights of the Changzhou Global Harbor racing car competition. Perhaps it was the first time they had seen such a thrilling and exciting competition, and many people in the noodle shop looked up to watch.
After the game, there was an interview with the pilots. The person who was interviewed on behalf of the champion team was the acting captain Gong Ming. If Jun Yi hadn't gone back to Shanghai to have dinner with Ji Shiyi, it would have been her who appeared on TV.
Gong Ming followed Nie Qianqian's script and thanked the club owner and the event broadcaster, which gave Monsoon Technology a sense of presence for free. Gong Ming, who always wore a black mask, also left a deep impression on the audience with his mysterious and handsome image, and attracted many female fans. Of course, that's a story for later.
"According to our reporter, the State Sports General Administration will select members for the national drone team in the third quarter of next year. After e-sports became an event in the Asian Games, drone racing will also become an internationally popular event in the future."
"Is there really a national team? I thought you were fooling Xiao Z."
"Tsk!" Ji Shiyi said with disdain, "Why would I waste my time lying? The National Games have always had fixed-wing drone competitions. In recent years, multi-rotor drone competitions have become popular internationally, and the General Administration of Sports must of course plan to train players. E-sports, drone racing, and robot fighting are known as the world's three major intelligent sports. E-sports cannot beat South Korea, but our racing drones cannot lose again. Do you think I'm investing in a club for charity?"
"Princess Shiyi, you understand very well."
"Of course, to do something you have to have a long-term plan and strictly execute it. You won't get far just by talking about ideals."
Jun Yi felt inferior to her. She had been playing with drones for so long, but she had never cared about the overall environment. It was not so much that she was obsessed with winning, but rather that she only saw what was in front of her.
She hadn't even thought about what she would do after graduating from college. If she only treated drones as a hobby, she would sooner or later be like Coach Zhuo Fan, bowing to life. Before she met Ji Shiyi, she had never thought about these things.
The points ranking of the Global Harbor Station was broadcast on TV, and Ji Shiyi suddenly glanced at Jun Yi.
"Lost?" Ji Shiyi pretended to be regretful and said, "I really didn't expect it."
"I'm sorry, I let Xiao Jifeng lose." Jun Yi lowered his head even lower, almost dipping it into the noodles.
"I didn't ask you to win."
Jun Yi's chin was lifted by Ji Shiyi's fingers. The handsome face so close to her and the real touch brought by the rough fingertips made her earlobes slightly red. The roadside stalls blown by the cold wind were not cold at all. Under the swaying warm lights, it seemed that countless spring flowers were quietly blooming.
The big boss smiled at her proudly: "Why are you sad? Although you lost the game, you won me."
There was no sense of incongruity in such arrogant words coming from the mouth of the arrogant Ji Shiyi.