Extra Chapter 14 This is the high-end game
"Damn it! I almost died last year. The snowstorm brought all logistics to a standstill."
“To put it bluntly, to become an e-commerce platform, you still have to copy Amazon and build your own warehouses and operate your own logistics.”
"Let me tell you, Amazon's stuff only works in the US. The cost of following suit in China is too high. In the end, light assets become heavy assets. If something goes wrong, everything will be ruined."
At the high-end dinner in the box, the big guys were very talkative when they spoke, especially Mr. Ma. When he spoke, he made a lot of hand movements, and his words were very vivid. With his unique humor and sophistry, he could even turn fallacies into truths.
Chen Jianghe and Teacher Ma are close friends, and sitting together, talking and laughing, it wasn't boring at all.
I thought I would gain something from the lunch, but in the end it was just bragging and drinking.
When I went to the bathroom, Xiao Ma Ge and Chen Jianghe walked out one after another.
In the restroom, separated by a toilet door, Xiao Ma Ge, who had no communication with Chen Jianghe at the dinner, took the initiative to speak: "I don't like internal fighting, and competition among peers does not necessarily mean a fight to the death, but everything has a prerequisite, and business must also abide by the rules."
Chen Jianghe did not respond, but made two hissing sounds and waited for Ma Ge's next words.
Ma Ge knew that Chen Jianghe was listening carefully, so he continued, "I can tell you very clearly that the main topic of today's meal is your Lightspeed Payment and Guochat Voice. Without our participation, you won't be able to do these two projects for long."
"As for the takeaway group purchase business of Chasing Light, no matter how successful you are now, it is useless. Without the continuous supply of the payment system and the advertising traffic from the social platform, you cannot form a closed business loop and will continue to lose money for at least five years."
"The future of the Internet is full of uncertainties. Whether to cooperate or to fight among yourselves, it is up to you to choose."
"Mr. Ma is right."
Chen Jianghe responded: "The future of the Internet is full of uncertainties."
“The world is still uncertain. You and I may both be dark horses, or white horses, or even white horses may not be horses.”
Chen Jianghe smiled, said some drunken words, fastened his belt, and left without washing his hands.
Xiao Ma Ge washed his hands carefully in front of the sink, dried them with a hair dryer, then smoothed his hair in front of the mirror. His face was calm, and a cold light flashed under his glasses.
The dinner continues.
Finally, when it was dark outside, he staggered out of the hotel with a belly full of wine, supported by Liu Zijin.
Liu Zijin was planning to arrange a car to personally take Chen Jianghe back to the hotel, but he refused with a sentence "No need to bother, I'm not drunk". Then he watched him walk staggeringly into a taxi and said to the driver: Go to Xidan.
"The end of my black hair is twisted into a circle, entwining all my attachment to you..."
Chen Jianghe stood under a pedestrian bridge and listened to a girl holding a guitar singing "Big City, Small Love" on the bridge.
Judging from the voice, it must be Yi Caiwei.
Yi Xiaohua has good singing skills and is beautiful. In addition, her previous single "Light Chasers" and the subsequent MV have brought her considerable popularity. When she sings, many people are willing to stop and listen to a few songs.
There are many small vendors selling goods on the bridge. They take advantage of the crowds to shout at the top of their voices: "Two yuan a piece, two yuan for everything, pick whatever you want, all goods are only two yuan, you won't be cheated or fooled."
"Jiangxi honey oranges, 5 yuan for 10 jin, 5 yuan for 10 jin!"
Just as they were shouting, some kindhearted person shouted, "The urban management is coming, everyone run, run!"
At this moment, the vendors on the bridge were frightened. Some pushed their carts, some closed their stalls, and the whole bridge scattered like birds and beasts.
Even the pedestrians on the overpass and the "music fans" listening to music were driven by this "escape trend" and quickly left the overpass.
"Senior Chen?"
Yi Caiwei was singing well, but her heart trembled when she heard the sudden shout of "The urban management is here". She was not afraid, but from the voice, it sounded like senior Chen Jianghe.
"Maybe I heard it wrong..."
Yi Caiwei shook her head.
At this time, a tall figure ran towards her quickly against the flow of people, saying as he ran: "Hey, little girl, why are you still standing there like an idiot? Run."
Yi Caiwei looked up and her eyes widened instantly. Just as she was about to reach out to rub her eyes and look more carefully, her little hand suddenly tightened.
Held.
"Help me up."
Yi Caiwei came to her senses, threw away the guitar, leaned sideways for support, held the back of his hand with one hand, and supported her shoulder with the other.
"It smells so strong of alcohol."
Yi Caiwei sniffed: "Did you drink a lot of wine?"
"Not much, just a little bit."
Chen Jianghe raised his index finger to show that he was not drunk, but he felt that the wind on the bridge was blowing a little too high and he couldn't stand steadily; "Let's find a place to rest for a while."
Yi Caiwei carefully helped him down the overpass and took a taxi back to their residence near Guomao.
Chen Jianghe said, "Let's find a place to rest for a while," but Yi Caiwei helped him into the bedroom, and he fell asleep like a stick.
Fortunately, he was a good drinker and didn't act crazy or vomit. He even didn't snore when he slept. He seemed to mutter "Xuemei Yi" a few times when he was asleep. Yi Caiwei, who was making sobering tea for him in the kitchen, ran in and out several times for this.
The last time he entered the house, Chen Jianghe took out his cell phone, unlocked it with all his strength, and handed it to Yi Caiwei: "Please send a text message to my aunt, telling her that I won't be back tonight."
"Oh oh." Yi Caiwei took the phone, found her aunt in the address book, sent a text message as instructed, and looked up at Senior Chen again. He was leaning against the head of the bed, staring at her without blinking.
"I have been thinking about this question for a while: how can we quickly increase the two core data of GuoLiao Voice, daily active users and user online time."
Chen Jianghe stared at Yi Caiwei. It felt like he was talking to himself after drinking too much , but it also felt more like he was talking to her: "Today, I seem to have found the answer."
Yi Caiwei took a few steps closer, put her phone on the bedside table where he could reach it, turned on a dim reading light, and covered him tightly with the quilt before asking, "Can I help you with anything?"
Chen Jianghe nodded: "I plan to arrange for the R&D team to add live broadcast and short video functions to the Guoliao Voice function area. In addition, we will also set up a behind-the-scenes team to train a group of artists to perform live on the computer."
"Live broadcast?" Yi Caiwei blinked: "Is it similar to YY voice?"
"You also know YY Voice?" Chen Jianghe was a little surprised. He had wanted to invest in the company that launched the YY Voice product.
Yi Caiwei nodded and said, "In September this year, the person in charge of the company that produced this software contacted me and wanted to sign me as a live streamer, but I didn't agree."
"Oh." Chen Jianghe said "Oh" and looked at Yi Caiwei seriously. He would rather let Yi Caiwei participate in behind-the-scenes work rather than live broadcast.
Yi Caiwei looked at him, thought for a moment and asked, "Senior, are there also unspoken rules in the live broadcast industry?"
Chen Jianghe smiled and said, "Every industry has its own hidden rules."
"Well, have you ever had that?" Yi Caiwei asked ambiguously.
"Not yet." Chen Jianghe answered conservatively.
"Why…"
As soon as Chen Jianghe finished speaking, his eyes suddenly widened and he was stunned for a moment.
"How can a little girl like to force a kiss without saying hello?"
"Wait a moment."
"Don't take off your clothes..."
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