The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 458 You noticed it too, didn't you?

"Interesting my ass," Yang Mi cursed. "She acts crazy all day long, like a giant baby. I always have to clean up her messes. I get annoyed just looking at her now."

Even so, the thought that Liu Qianqian would not care even if she said it to her face made her sigh.

Sometimes it's really hard to tell whether Liu Qianqian is genuinely stupid or just pretending.

Then Yang Mi realized what was happening and told Zhao Liying, "You can't say these things out loud."

"Don't worry, boss, I'm very tight-lipped!" Zhao Liying said confidently.

However, after looking at her in the rearview mirror for a long time, Yang Mi finally started the engine.

She's a real handful. How could I have been so blind to bring her over as my assistant?

To be fair, Zhao Liying is a very useful assistant, but... how should I put it, she's too proactive.

She was asked to do one thing, but in practice she could do two things, and she did them quite well.

This gave Yang Mi a real headache. As an assistant, the most important thing is to be obedient. Once the boundaries are defined, she shouldn't go out unless there are special circumstances.

She's the opposite; she always goes just a little bit over the top, stuck on the line where you want to punish her but don't know how.

Zhao Liying is actually very obedient. With her skills, it wouldn't be difficult to train her to be completely submissive, but she's just a little short of being completely obedient.

It seems that Auntie and the others, who can use those women so skillfully, must have some amazing skills, right? How can I acquire more and better skills? So far, I only have one skill, Radiant Beauty, while Liu Qianqian's skill has been enhanced.

As the car started moving, Yang Mi shook her head, focusing her attention on driving, and then added, "I'm going to report to the Condor Heroes crew in a few days, you have to come with me."

"Can I go now?" Zhao Liying asked, pleasantly surprised.

"Of course, I've seen your abilities. You're not quite capable of handling things on your own, but you'd certainly qualify for an excellent rating if you're just doing assistant work," Yang Mi said, emphasizing each word.

"I will definitely do better, boss!" Zhao Liying said excitedly.

Yang Mi didn't say anything more, but nodded secretly. In any case, she would keep it close to her heart and keep it with her for a while before seeing how it goes.

As for Liu Qianqian, we can only say that we'll have to deal with her some more. At least until the 4 million becomes 400 million, we'll have to keep dealing with her.

Da Mimi didn't think that the person was bragging. In fact, every idea he came up with would eventually make a profit.

The more capital they have, the more say they will have. Although they won't stop, as long as... Thinking of this, Da Mimi frowned and couldn't help but sigh again.

Even if we outmaneuver that idiot, as long as we want to maintain the reputation of the Great Tang Poet Immortal, we will have to face her harassment.

孽 孽!
While Da Mimi was feeling down, Angela, who was still in the private room at the club, was talking to Fan Bingbing.

“If you and Gao Yuanyuan can raise 1 million, I can afford it, but the handling fees will be very high,” Angela said.

"What profit margin do you plan to set?" Fan Bingbing asked curiously.

“It’s hard to say. We need your help to do more simulations,” Angela shrugged. “He’s right. If we make too much money and don’t have the backing of Goldman Sachs or Morgan Stanley, the White House and Wall Street won’t let us off the hook. So the overall profit is not expected to exceed $20 billion.”

"Where is the Third Miss?" Fan Bingbing asked after thinking for a moment.

“That’s a different approach, at least it won’t go through my private equity fund.” Angela shrugged. “It’s good to be rich.” Fan Bingbing pursed her lips.

The room suddenly fell silent. Angela stood by the table, her eyelids lowered and her arms crossed, seemingly lost in thought. Fan Bingbing sat on the sofa, her eyes looking straight ahead but unfocused, as if pondering something.

After a long pause, the two of them spoke again:
"You noticed it too, didn't you?"

"You knew about it too, didn't you?"

After they all spoke in unison, they all looked at each other strangely. After exchanging glances that seemed to say "You go first" and "No, you go first," Angela cleared her throat.

“I think you must have noticed it too,” she said, looking at Fan Bingbing, “that there are some key pieces of information that we wouldn’t have noticed on our own without his guidance.”

"Has it always been like this?" Fan Bingbing asked, puzzled.

“What if we can’t even simulate it?” Angela’s expression was somewhat subtle. “As I mentioned before, after simulating a financial crisis, we considered whether it was caused by the subprime mortgage crisis, but no matter how we simulated it, the relevant information was pitifully scarce.”

“That’s how simulation systems work. As long as it’s more than a year into the future, the randomness is maxed out. There was a time when I didn’t get any useful information from every simulation of the long future for more than half a month.” Fan Bingbing spread her hands.

“I’m certain that when I get back tonight, I’ll simulate the information related to subprime mortgages again, and I’ll definitely get a lot of relevant data fragments.” Angela frowned.

“That’s normal,” Fan Bingbing spread her hands. “After all, you got more relevant information today, so the simulation will definitely be more accurate.”

Angela took a deep breath.

“Alright, I know what you’re trying to say,” Fan Bingbing chuckled. “The problem is, how can you prove something like this? Without irrefutable evidence, it’s easy and simple to refute it.”

Angela then let out a long sigh: "What were you trying to say?"

“What I’m trying to say is exactly what you’re worried about.” Fan Bingbing sighed. “Sister Yuanyuan told me before that she revealed all the details to him in the simulation, and there’s a 50% chance he won’t run away.”

"Oh?" Angela looked surprised, then her eyebrows furrowed. "So, let me guess, is it because she had his child?"

“I don’t know,” Fan Bingbing spread her hands, “but Sister Yuanyuan clearly said that the chances started to increase after she got pregnant.”

“So, doesn’t this just prove what I said earlier?” Angela pursed her lips. “This system is gradually pushing us toward it, eventually binding us tightly together.”

Fan Bingbing rubbed her temples: "To be honest, based on my understanding of him, although this bastard is a jerk most of the time, he is not without principles. It is normal for him to change his mind because of the child, and he has not changed 100% of the time."

Then, as if remembering something, she raised an eyebrow: "You're too agitated, unlike your usual self. Has something upset you?"

"Huh?" Angela was taken aback, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear to hide her surprise, before mumbling, "I think... I think he might... have guessed something?"

"What did you guess?" Fan Bingbing asked, quite surprised.

“I guessed…” Angela quickly organized her words, “I guessed that we have some kind of superpower or something.”

"Well..." Fan Bingbing thought about it seriously for a moment, "Like I said, you can't prove something without evidence. As long as we don't admit it, he can't say anything."

“But…” Angela wanted to say something more.

“There are many explanations for that,” Fan Bingbing interrupted. “It’s from eating deep-sea fish oil, or maybe my constitution is different and I age more slowly. Men, you know, they look at looks, physique, and then skills. We have all of those. What we need to guard against is getting tired of each other, but that’s easy to solve, isn’t it?”

(End of this chapter)