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Chapter 462 Musk: It seems like I'm working for Chen Yansen? Li Yanhong: What are you two planning to do together?
Night falls, within the Second Ring Road of Beijing.

A Maybach 62S slowly pulled up in front of a quaint restaurant.

The copper rings on the vermilion gate gleamed matte under the streetlights, and the plaque bearing the inscription "Prefect of the Capital" hanging above the gate, with its vigorous calligraphy, was made even clearer by the lanterns hanging from the eaves.

Huang Boxiang parked the car and then opened the car door for Chen Yansen.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw luxury cars like Mercedes-Benz, Hummer, Land Rover, Hongqi, and Bentley.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a place where dragon energy converges, attracting wealthy merchants from all over the world; even the air is filled with the smell of money.

Not far away, several middle-aged men in bespoke suits were chatting and laughing, their Vacheron Constantin watches gleaming.

As soon as Chen Yansen got out of the car, he immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Although the Maybach 62S is quite valuable, the Beijing license plate with the number "Leopard" is even more precious.

Ordinary people can't get such license plates, and even if they did, they might not have the confidence to display them.

"Wow! Good heavens, it's Chen Yansen from Senlian Capital!"

What is he doing in Yanjing?

"Tomorrow is the 12th China Internet Conference, and I was probably invited here to keep things in order."

Many people recognized Chen Yansen at a glance and whispered to their friends.

Some people couldn't resist going up to say hello and become acquainted with him.

Before they could act, four security personnel got out of a Mercedes MPV and quickly surrounded Chen Yansen, giving the strangers no chance to get close.

"Mr. Chen, I am Mr. Zhang's assistant. Please come with me."

At this moment, a young man in his late twenties approached, dressed in a suit and tie, with a gentle smile on his face.

Chen Yansen recognized him; he was indeed Zhang Chaoyang's personal assistant. He followed him across the front yard to the door of a private room.

The door was half open, and Ma Wenteng and Zhou Hongyi were glaring angrily at each other, while Zhang Chaoyang watched the commotion calmly, as if nothing had happened.

There were no glaring electric lights in the room; instead, there were palace lanterns hanging high and candlesticks on the table. Warm light spilled through the carved wooden window frames and cast mottled shadows on the blue brick floor.

A round pear wood table sits by the window, with a copper incense burner at the corner of the table, its smoke curling and mingling with the fragrance of hibiscus drifting in from outside.

As soon as Ma Wenteng saw Chen Yansen, his face immediately lit up with a smile. He got up, ran over, and gave him a hug.

"Mr. Chen, you should have a few more drinks tonight. I specially brought you several cases of good wine from Shenzhen." Ma Wenteng was extremely enthusiastic.

In the past two years, he has made a lot of money by investing in Senlian Capital.

In his eyes, Chen Yansen was closer than his wife and children.

"A slight buzz is better than getting drunk; as long as you're happy," Chen Yansen said with a gentle smile.

"You have a high alcohol tolerance. By the time you're slightly tipsy, Lao Zhang and I will probably be drunk already," Ma Wenteng joked with a smile.

“Pony, don’t block the door. Let Jensen come in first. Let’s have a good drink first. Next time we’ll go to a bar, and I’ll call a few more celebrities over then,” Zhang Chaoyang said loudly.

Sohu Entertainment has invested heavily in variety shows, movies, and short dramas. Last year, it was involved in the hugely popular "The Voice of China," and the celebration party was even held at its villa.

Upon hearing this, Ma Wenteng quickly pulled Chen Yansen to sit down.

"Mr. Chen, congratulations! I heard that Deep Blue Battery's production orders are booked until 2015." Zhou Hongyi grinned, offering his compliments very naturally.

Despite his net worth of billions, he was nothing compared to Chen Yansen.

From the perspective of the mobile phone industry alone, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call Chen Yansen "Big Brother".

"It won't take that long. Once the two production bases in Shenzhen are fully operational, we can finish processing them in less than six months."

Chen Yansen waved his hand and said.

Zhang Chaoyang was busy opening and pouring wine, his mind preoccupied with the next round of events, as if he could already hear the rapid drumbeats in his ears.

He's almost fifty, and if he doesn't play now, he really won't be able to anymore. He's in the final, frenzied stage.

Upon seeing this, the assistant standing outside the door immediately instructed the waiter to serve the food.

"According to CNCC's data report, Baidu Search still has a 40% market share. This is a much tougher nut to crack than we imagined."

Zhou Hongyi narrowed his eyes, a fierce look flashing across his face. After 360 Search's market share exceeded 15%, it entered a stagnant mode. No matter what he did, it never exceeded 15.5%.

On the contrary, Lingxi Search, driven by Mos Assistant, has seen its market share soar, exceeding 25% as early as half a month ago.

He was really anxious!

They want to increase the proportion of their business, but they also want Li Yanhong to die sooner.

After all, during the '3B War', both sides used deadly moves, accumulating a lot of grudges.

“User habits are hard to change, so take it slow and don’t rush,” Chen Yansen said calmly.

Ma Wenteng pushed the glass of wine that Zhang Chaoyang had filled in front of Chen Yansen.

There were only a few cold dishes on the table to accompany the drinks, which was quite suitable for the current season.

The four men clinked glasses and drank, and in no time, a jar of Shaoxing wine, whose price was comparable to that of aged Moutai, was emptied.

With his face flushed, Zhang Chaoyang shouted, "This wine is no fun, let's switch to whiskey!"

After saying that, he beckoned to his assistant, who brought over two bottles of Karuizawa 1960.

Chen Yansen thought to himself, it seems that the important matters should be discussed tomorrow. Judging from Lao Zhang's condition, it would be good if he could make it to the second game.

Ma Wenteng unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, a cigarette between his fingers, and asked Zhou Hongyi with a dazed look in his eyes, "What kind of wine is this?"

Brother Ma felt that the prescription was wrong.

"You got drunk after just a little rice wine?" Zhou Hongyi teased. With Chen Yansen present, the two of them couldn't argue and were trying their best to maintain appearances.

"You're no match for me in terms of skill; you're no match for me in terms of drinking capacity either," Ma Wenteng sneered, glancing sideways at Zhou Hongyi.

Chen Yansen nodded in agreement: "Mr. Ma is indeed an exceptional drinker."

Among the internet giants, Ma Wenteng and Ma Liyun are top-notch drinkers. Despite Zhang Chaoyang's constant hosting of drinking parties, his drinking capacity is only good enough for a preliminary round.

Usually, Old Zhang falls asleep before the first half is over.

Young Ma and Old Ma, one has a fast metabolism, the other drinks like his life depends on it.

"Is Mr. Ma sure he wants to have a drinking contest with someone from Beihu?" Zhou Hongyi chuckled, asking with a hint of disdain.

A day in Beihu begins with a morning drink.

"Charles, open two more bottles, one for me and one for Mr. Zhou." Little Ma waved his hand and said to Zhang Chaoyang, preparing to take Zhou Hongyi to the hospital.

Chen Yansen found it amusing. The two of them sat together, without swearing or fighting, and actually started a drinking contest.

If this gets out, who would believe it?

Billionaires and tycoons with assets of billions or tens of billions still have to discuss success and failure at the dinner table.

Zhang Chaoyang offered a few words of advice, but seeing that neither of them paid him any attention, he simply stopped trying. It would be best if they drank themselves to death; at least the industry would be spared two menaces.

He picked up his glass, lightly clinked it against Chen Yansen's, and asked in a low voice, "I've noticed you've been making short videos all the time, why don't you make long ones? Are you not interested?"

Zhang Chaoyang's words clearly carried a hint of probing.

Chen Yansen glanced at Ma Wenteng, then looked at Zhang Chaoyang and said, "Didn't Senlian Capital invest in Tencent Video? There's no need to do everything personally."

Upon hearing this, Ma Wenteng breathed a sigh of relief.

A hint of relief flickered in Zhang Chaoyang's eyes.

Although he had a good relationship with Chen Yansen, he was also afraid that Senlian Capital would cross over into other industries and steal his business.

In fact, the bandwidth, content, copyright, and operating costs required to build a long-form video website are far higher than those for short-form videos.

Moreover, the profit model is singular, making it difficult to earn money and providing limited job opportunities.

Chen Yansen did not directly get involved; he only made some investments.

at the same time.

Reporters from over a dozen media outlets, including Yanjing TV, Yanjing Evening News, Yanjing Business Daily, and 21st Century IT Network, received information that the founders of Senlian Capital, Tencent, 360, and Sohu appeared in Jingzhaoyin and were very likely attending the same banquet.

It's big news that Ma Wenteng and Zhou Hongyi are having dinner together.

Local media rushed over immediately, standing guard at the exit of Jingzhaoyin and across the street, setting up their cameras and pointing their lenses at the gate.

It wasn't until 10 p.m. that Chen Yansen and his three companions emerged from the restaurant, followed by their assistants and security personnel.

Zhang Chaoyang's face was rosy. He chatted with Chen Yansen for a while, then waved to Ma Wenteng before getting into a car. Before leaving, he rolled down the window and made a "hurry up" gesture.

Chen Yansen hooked his left arm around Little Ma's neck and his right arm around Zhou Dapao's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Let's put other things aside for now and focus on grabbing market share in the search engine market. The Moss language model can be licensed to 360 and Tencent. As for the fees, we'll talk about them later."

"No problem, I have no objection, but will Zhou Hongyi still remember this tomorrow?"

Ma Wenteng grinned mischievously.

If Chen Yansen hadn't been holding Zhou Hongyi back, they might have been lying on the ground by now.

Want to challenge him to a drinking contest?
That's practically suicide!

After saying that, Brother Ma patted his pocket, took out a pack of Zhenlong cigarettes, and handed it to Chen Yansen.

Chen Yansen waved his hand. He knew there were reporters all around, and even if there weren't, he wouldn't accept Little Ma's cigarette because he didn't smoke at all.

The sight of the three of them with their arms around each other caught the reporters' attention.

Frantically pressing the shutter button!
Chen Yansen wanted to have Lao Zhou's secretary take him back to the hotel, but Zhou Hongyi refused to admit defeat and insisted on going to the bar with him.

Ma Wenteng chuckled and took out his phone to take a picture of Zhou Hongyi's drunken state.

Chen Yansen chuckled, too lazy to pay attention to the two of them, and then took a car to the bar that Zhang Chaoyang had mentioned.

the other side.

The photo of Ma Wenteng supporting Zhou Hongyi and Chen Yansen with his arms around their shoulders quickly became a trending topic and topped the Weibo hot search list.

“Ma Wenteng and Zhou Hongyi were standing so close that their mouths were almost touching.”

"My god! This is outrageous! Aren't they enemies? How come they're eating together again?"

"Didn't you see who the person in the middle is?"

"Chen Yansen is that awesome?"

"Are you questioning the value of being China's richest man? Even if Zuckerberg were here, he'd have to toast Mr. Chen."

Netizens discussed it with obvious curiosity.

At the same time, Li Yanhong held his phone, his brow furrowed as he pondered: What are these three guys up to?
Upon seeing the trending topic, Zhang Chaoyang spat out, "So, my name and Sohu's name aren't even worthy of being mentioned?"

……

……

On the other side of the ocean, Musk lay on the factory floor and had his brand department employees take a series of photos for promotional purposes.

Then I turned on my computer and took a look at the pre-order volume of the Model S Long Range version. In just over ten days, 8200 cars had been sold.

Estimated transaction volume: US$13 billion!
Musk can earn $1.4 million from this money!
Chen Yansen earned 3.4 million US dollars!
(End of this chapter)