Internet moguls are being held hostage by the entertainment system!

Chapter 10: Nezha's Phone Call
In July, the investment payment was made, which posed no pressure for Chen Xiu at all.

Although he currently only has over 3000 million yuan in funds, the World Cup is about to start next month, which is a golden opportunity to make a fortune.

However, Chen Xiu did not intend to make a fortune through this game.

毕竟盘子就那么大，坐庄的人也不会把稠的都给你吃，哪怕你知道7:1的离谱战绩，还真敢拿大资金去砸，那人家也可以随时调整出7:2、8:1、8:2……

There are many ways to combine them, choose whichever you like, but they're definitely not going to let you make the lion's share.

Even if you don't get a share of the big money, and you only make a few tens of millions, nobody will pay attention to you.

Therefore, Chen Xiu was not worried about his financial pressure at all; a mere ten million US dollars could be the profit for just one night.

After discussing the specifics of the Series C funding round, Chen Xiu glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed that the hour hand had just passed 10 o'clock, which was still quite early.

Zhang Yiming, whose stomach was already growling with hunger, put away the contract in his hand and said rudely, "Alright, if there's nothing else, you can go back!"

"Is that all?"

"Otherwise what? You ate my dinner, and you expect me to treat you to a late-night snack?"

"It's not impossible."

Chen Xiu nodded, not finding anything wrong with the suggestion at all.

Seeing his eagerness to take advantage of the situation, Zhang Yiming pursed his lips, wanting to slap himself. He thought to himself, why did I have to say such a polite thing? I knew perfectly well that Chen Xiu wouldn't be polite...

Getting up from the sofa, Chen Xiu said to Zhang Yiming, "Let's go! Let's go downstairs for a late-night snack. I heard there's a new noodle shop near Jimen Bridge, let's go there..."

"No, Xiuer, I have to work overtime, so I won't go for the late-night snack. How about I send you a red envelope for how much you ate?"

"Do you think I need your money for a late-night snack?"

Chen Xiu rolled her eyes so hard they almost looked up at the sky, thinking how Zhang Yiming could say such chilling things.

Realizing he had misspoke, Zhang Yiming quickly waved his hand: "That's not what I meant. I just couldn't get away, and there's nothing here to entertain you."

"When I came in, I saw a refrigerator outside. Was there nothing inside?"

Chen Xiu pointed outside, her meaning couldn't be clearer.

Zhang Yiming, who had been longing for the yogurt in the refrigerator, immediately straightened up upon hearing this, and quickly stepped forward, pulling and pushing Chen Xiu out of the office.

"Xiuer, next time you come, I'll definitely treat you well. That's all for today."

"No, I can stay and keep you company while you work overtime..."

"You're too kind. Last time you slept on the sofa, I slept on the table for half the night. It took me three days to straighten my back. I haven't forgotten your kindness so quickly."

"I already told you, that sofa is too soft and not suitable for someone with a bad back like you... Hey, don't push it!"

After a scuffle, Chen Xiu was finally "sent" out of ByteDance by Zhang Yiming.

Standing at the door, he also saw a smile on Zhang Yiming's face, a smile that seemed to indicate he was looking forward to visiting again.

"Old Zhang, no need to see me off, I'll come again in a few days..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Yiming ran to the front desk and frantically pressed the close button to avoid Chen Xiu's enthusiastic greeting.

The receptionist on the night shift, while trying not to laugh, seemed quite used to their strange friendship.

As the glass door closed, Chen Xiu waved to Zhang Yiming nonchalantly, then turned and left with a flourish, inwardly grumbling to herself.

"How many times has this happened? Old Zhang is still so petty and narrow-minded..."

After taking the elevator downstairs, Chen Xiu walked back towards Jinqiu Garden.

Although Zhang Yiming moved his company to Yingdu, he did not move and still lives in the house he rented three years ago.

Having lived for 25 years, Chen Xiu was not unaware of the potential for housing price increases in Beijing.

However, at this stage, cash flow is more important to him, and the returns on many projects are far higher than property appreciation, so he hasn't bought a house yet. "I'll probably buy one next year."

The thought popped into Chen Xiu's mind: next year, when Didi and Kuaidi merge into one company, it will be the best time for him to cash out his shares.

When the time comes, it's time to move to a different place.

Walking west on Zhichun Road, on the curb where cars were passing by, Chen Xiu first felt her phone vibrate, and then heard Guozi's unchanging ringtone.

"Dingle bell! Dingle bell!"

Why is it so lively today?
As Chen Xiu thought this, she took out her phone.

When he saw the caller ID, a clear look of surprise flashed across his face, and his eyebrows furrowed strangely.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Do you have a new girlfriend?"

The voice coming from the phone was languid yet tense, and what it said surprised Chen Xiu even more.

"New girlfriend? Not yet, have you introduced anyone?"

"Ugh, you're still as infuriating as ever. How could I possibly introduce you to someone?"

Chen Xiu didn't pay any attention to the coquettish tone on the phone, and was even a little surprised that the other party was angry.

"We broke up amicably, and it's been almost three years, so there's nothing wrong with explaining it, right?"

"Hmph! People are already asking for your phone number everywhere, do you still need me to introduce you?"

"You mean Meng Ziyi? She's a really good person, beautiful and with a great personality..."

"Chen Xiu, you're deliberately trying to annoy me!"

With a shout of anger, Chen Xiu put the phone far away with a look of disgust, and only resumed the call after the birdsong and fragrance of flowers had subsided.

"No, Nezha, we've been apart for so long, what's there to argue about? Even if I did have a girlfriend, it wouldn't concern you, would it?"

"How can it be nothing? You were the one who suggested breaking up, I never agreed to it..."

"I didn't refuse, and then you went to Tangren, and we haven't been in contact since."

Three years later, Chen Xiu suddenly received a call from her ex, and realized that her patience had reached its limit.

"We're not high school students anymore, do we have to be so explicit? If we haven't been in contact for more than a month, it means we've broken up, you must know that, right? It's been so long, what's the point of you making this call now?"

"I want to get back together with you..."

The sudden loss of confidence in the voice on the other end of the phone made Chen Xiu think she was hallucinating.

"What did you say?"

“I told you I want to get back together with you! Before I contacted you just now, I called Lao Liu and he said you’ve started acting. Since you’ve given up on your unrealistic entrepreneurial dream, then we can go back to how things were before.”

"Old Liu, didn't I tell you anything else?"

"No! He just said you wanted to act, and then you got a supporting role. You're only a junior in college, it's not too late to start acting now."

Having understood the situation, Chen Xiu's lips curled into a sneer.

When he started his business, he did not deliberately hide anything, but Nezha never cared about the details of his business.

The two were only together for a few months. Now it seems that she hasn't paid any attention to herself since the breakup, which is probably for the best.

"Nezha, go to sleep early! Do what you need to do tomorrow. Don't call me when you're feeling emotional in the future. I don't have time."

(End of this chapter)