The King of Soft Rice in Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 580 The boots have finally landed.
"That's basically the situation."

"Okay, I understand. I'll put my share in your fund for now."

"That's a lot of money."

“It will be even bigger in the future—however, in the future I’ve simulated, this money is frozen no matter how big it is.”

"Don't worry, I will be careful and make sure you have enough funds."

"Thank you so much."

"If you really want to express your gratitude, please come visit me sometime. I miss you very much..."

Fan Bingbing immediately hung up the phone to avoid hearing the word "body".

Although they had never competed against each other in private, they had often sparred with each other through someone else, and well, they lost more often than they won.

She had an advantage in both her bust and lower body, but her opponent had long arms and legs and was physically superior.

"Oh, don't think about these things, okay?" Little Fan rubbed her forehead. "We have other things to do."

Someone guessed correctly; she had indeed begun the process of transformation, but the specific goals were debatable.

The reason for saying yes is that it's already certain that the IT industry is a blue ocean market, and the future will definitely develop in this direction.

The reason she says no is that, so far, she hasn't found a suitable main focus.

There's no way around it. If the simulation lasts for more than a year, what you get are basically fragmented pieces of information, and most of them are text-based, making it difficult to determine whether certain information is misleading.

For example, Fan Bingbing once discovered a shared bike project. After several simulations, she felt that she could invest some money to try it out. However, she soon discovered that in the more distant future, the project was not only doomed to fail, but even getting the deposit refund would take more than ten years.

Tell me, how could Fan Bingbing not have a headache in the face of such a situation?
This is also the significance of a scoundrel: as long as you follow the clues he provides and simulate the situation, you can always find useful, even very useful, information.

"Why is his judgment always accurate? Maybe it's all wrong information that just wasn't simulated!" Little Fan, leaning back in his high-backed chair, muttered indignantly.

Then there was a knock on the door, and Chen Dong, the new secretary who had just joined last year, came in.

"President Fan, this is the latest report from Aurogon Technology." She placed the document on the table.

"Has it been sent yet? What about the online version?" Little Fan straightened up, took it, and flipped through it.

"When I received it, they didn't say they would send it via email," Chen Dong honestly replied.

"Remember to ask next time; you have to take the initiative with these kinds of things," Little Fan waved his hand.

"I understand," Chen Dong replied meekly, then hesitated.

"What's wrong?" Little Fan raised an eyebrow.

"I..." A look of hesitation flashed across Chen Dong's eyes.

"What, you saw Sister Lan and my husband being affectionate, and you want to say something but don't know how?" Little Fan laughed heartily.

"Ah...ah?!" Chen Dong's eyes widened.

"Alright, alright, don't take it to heart," Fan Bingbing waved her hand. "I know all about these things, there's nothing to worry about. Anyway, we've already decided to officially go through with the divorce in May or June."

"How could he... how could he do this!" Chen Dong suddenly became angry, though he seemed utterly loyal.

"Don't worry about it. The women pursuing him could stretch from Xizhimen to Xiangshan, including many women from Samsung and powerful women from America," Fan Bingbing continued, waving her hand dismissively. "It's already pretty good that he can get married."

Chen Dong blinked, his face full of confusion, clearly not understanding. "Alright, get back to work, just like usual," Little Fan said with a chuckle. "Forget about all this, otherwise, when you see Huo Siyan and the others being affectionate with him, you'll be shocked."

"Oh...oh oh..." Chen Dong nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, but he seemed a little dazed.

After she left, Fan Bingbing laughed heartily, feeling completely at ease. As long as it wasn't that scoundrel, as long as it wasn't them, they could only swirl around in her palm.

Therefore, I won't let the other party change their name to Bai Bing, as it's not only very common but also the same as my own.

There can only be one Bingbing in this world, not even Bingbing! Little Fan thought smugly.

The knocking sounded again, and this time it was Qin Lan who came in.

"Bingbing..." she called out somewhat shyly, hesitating and unable to speak.

"It's okay, Sister Lan. I asked you to play both sides, so don't feel guilty," said Xiao Fan, holding her hand considerately.

"But it seems I haven't been of much use," Qin Lan sighed.

"How could that be? I said before that as long as Sister Lan is doing this, it's meaningful." Little Fan said very seriously, and sighed inwardly.

Of course she knew this arrangement was redundant, but she had no choice. She really didn't want to confront that jerk at times, because whenever he said something like "please," even if she said she was disgusted, she would actually give it her all.

This has become instinctive.

Why can't I control myself? Why do I have to provoke that guy? Little Fan sighed inwardly.

It's all because of that battle that lasted several days. The scoundrel was always dizzy afterwards, and he looked at her with eyes full of love. As the one who was attacked, she would only experience this more often than not.

The result is that the aftereffects persist to this day, and there is no sign of them subsiding.

It's alright, we're getting a divorce soon anyway, and that jerk's attention will be diverted. Besides, Li Yunxin has been busy preparing for the wedding. Fan Bingbing comforted herself.

As for future goals? There's no rush. At least until 09, the main focus will be on strategic planning. We need to invest in many IT industries, and first we need to categorize those resources: which ones should we hold controlling stakes in, which ones should we hold long-term, which ones we should make a quick profit from, and so on. We still have time.

Besides, doesn't that scoundrel have a lot of problems of his own?
She was right. After finalizing these matters, Xu Jiuyang only had half a month of leisure before he was stunned by a notification letter.

"This is..." He hissed and gasped, turning the item in his hand over and over, looking at the girl in front of him with suspicion.

"Pregnancy notification? What's wrong?" Da Mimi looked puzzled.

“Hmm…” Xu Jiuyang hesitated for a moment, “So…”

“Of course it’s yours. I’ve never been with any other man. You’ve been the only one from beginning to end.” Da Mimi raised an eyebrow and said, then immediately added, “Don’t worry, I don’t plan to make you take responsibility. I’m just letting you know. But this child will have to take my surname, Yang.”

"No... let me have a moment..." Xu Jiuyang made a pause gesture, paced back and forth in the study twice, and then looked up again: "Then why did you come here to show me this? You didn't come all this way just to talk about this, did you?"

“Of course not,” Da Mimi shrugged. “I’m showing you this first so you can prepare yourself mentally.”

"There are more experts?" Xu Jiuyang felt a sense of unease, but Yang Mi had already taken out three identical documents from her bag and handed them to him.

He couldn't help but gasp for breath again, or rather, he felt a chill in his skin. His fingers trembled slightly, and he couldn't manage to take the item from the other person's hand several times.

Da Mimi remained motionless, maintaining the posture of handing over the item, with an indifferent expression on her face.

In the end, Xu Jiuyang took it and quickly glanced through it before calming down.

After all, the shoe has finally dropped.

(End of this chapter)