Huayu: We're asking you to act, and you're playing a superhuman?

Chapter 109 Wang Weili is the real domineering CEO

Inside the private room, Da Wang, Xiao Wang, and Feng Xiaogang left immediately at Ma's command.

Looking at the composed Wang Weili, Ma Yun said, "Let's talk about the electronic red envelopes you just mentioned."

"This technique shouldn't be too difficult for Ahri, right?"

"Anything technical is easy for Ali to handle. What I'm more curious about is, how did you come up with this idea?"

"—Mr. Ma, have you never accepted a red envelope?"

Wang Weili gave Ma Yun a strange look.

Seeing that he was stunned and did not answer, she asked another question.

"You've never given your employees a red envelope?"

"Ahem, this kind of thing is usually handled by HR. I haven't been involved in such detailed work for a long time."

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Ma Yun awkwardly pursed her lips, then quickly changed the subject.

"What I really want to ask is, does the idea of ​​electronic red envelopes need any prior promotion? Or should it be announced directly during the Spring Festival Gala?"

"You could spend hundreds of millions of yuan of your own money to send red envelopes to Alipay users across the country."

Wang Weili has already revealed the strategies Alipay will employ in the future.

Ma Yun seemed to be deep in thought, and began to calculate in her mind whether this marketing expense was worthwhile.

"Tsk, it makes no sense to give out red envelopes for no reason. Let's just announce it during the Spring Festival Gala."

Ma Yun shook her head, feeling that there was no need to add anything more to the plan.

Wang Weili suddenly said, "Alipay's usage scenarios are only online shopping and local life. If we can add social scenarios, then we can make up for the last shortcoming."

"Um."

Ma Yun replied sullenly.

Do you even need to tell me this? Ali has tried several times with social media platforms—thankfully, Tencent has never successfully created a shopping app.

When Wang Weili saw that Ma Yun was no longer speaking, he assumed that the matter was over.

"Mr. Ma, now that the Alipay matter is settled, let's talk about your internet gala."

"You little brat—"

Ma Yun glanced at Wang Weili, thinking: Can you stop being so materialistic? Shouldn't we be friends? Friends should chat and share things, like that supplement you've been eating since you were a child—

"yes!"

"What's wrong?"

Wang Weili was a little confused when he saw Ma Yun's sudden surprise.

The horse's eyes lit up, and it clapped its hands together forcefully.

"Although Ali doesn't have its own chat application, we can get users to actively share Alipay's red envelope links, so we can use Tencent's platform to handle Ali's business!"

Wang Weili was stunned.

He was captivated by Ma Yun's extraordinary wisdom.

Spreading Alipay red envelope links via WeChat or QQ — what the hell are you thinking? Just wait and see if Tencent blocks you!

"Mr. Ma, you—"

"You think this plan is good too, right?"

Ma Yun enthusiastically explained her thought process.

"The idea of ​​electronic red envelopes is simple, but nobody has thought of doing it. Your words today are like breaking through that barrier and opening up my thinking!"

"WeChat currently only has mobile payment and money transfer functions. If the Spring Festival Gala program airs, they will definitely come up with the idea of ​​electronic red envelopes."

"So we need to spread the word quickly, before WeChat can react, and make users subconsciously associate Alipay with red envelopes."

Watching Ma Yun speak eloquently and fluently about her thoughts.

Wang Weili opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't try to discourage the other person.

After all, their relationship hasn't reached that point yet, and telling bad news at this time would only annoy people.

It would be more appropriate to wait until Ma Yun returns to Hangzhou and holds a meeting with Ali's senior executives to make the announcement, and then let other smart people offer their advice. There should be such people, right?

The venue was resplendent with gold and filled with people in formal attire.

Huayi's annual party naturally wouldn't be complete without a celebrity self-service event.

After listening to Ma Yun's ideas in the private room, Wang Weili kept her there under the pretext of "since we're already here," and she continued to participate in Huayi's annual meeting program.

Thanks to Ma Yun's connections and his two hundred million US dollars fortune, Wang Weili sat at the top table of Huayi.

However, he had no interest in the stars who performed and sang so hard on stage.

While others went to enjoy the performance, Wang Weili began to check the list of internet gala invitations that Ma Yun had sent him one by one.

The matter has been settled, and he now needs to go and verify his payment.

"Sogou, Wang Xiaochuan — this one can't be submitted, pass!"

"Meituan, Wang Xin — his prime time has passed, pass!"

"Momo—pass!"

"UC? I don't know if Lei Jun will come, so it's a pass!"

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Wang Weili went through the list one by one, selecting candidates.

However, the first companies on this list are either already well-known or companies that Ali has already invested in, so it's basically impossible for him to get a stake in one.

Just as Wang Weili was about to give up on the list, an inconspicuous company suddenly caught his eye.

"ByteDance, Zhang Yiming—actually staying in such a corner."

Wang Weili muttered about this future star company and its founder to himself, then reached out and drew a circle on it.

If we can make contact with them, then this internet party will be worthwhile.

Wang Weili's lips twitched slightly. Just as he was about to say goodbye to Ma Yun, he saw someone walking towards him.

"Hello, Mr. Wang."

"Ah, you're Huang Xiaoming."

Wang Weili answered very casually, completely disregarding Huang Xiaoming's celebrity status.

Before coming over, Huang Xiaoming had already inquired about Wang Weili's situation and knew that he was a friend of Ma Yun and also a well-known investor who was good at investing and treated acting as a hobby.

So Huang Xiaoming didn't feel slighted by Wang Weili's casual attitude.

"Mr. Wang, if you don't mind, you can just call me Xiaoming. It's a pleasure to meet you today. Shall we have a drink?"

Should we adopt such a humble stance?

Wang Weili looked at Huang Xiaoming suspiciously, thinking to himself: He's not some second or third-tier celebrity who doesn't need to flatter me. Does he want something from me?

Picking up the champagne on the table, Wang Weili stood up and clinked glasses with Huang Xiaoming: "It's a pleasure to meet you too."

"Um?

Huang Xiaoming was taken aback, somewhat unprepared for Wang Weili's sudden change in expression.

He assumed that the other party, being so young yet having achieved so much, would inevitably become arrogant and conceited.

Unexpectedly, Wang Weili only appeared somewhat indifferent and casual at first glance, but soon displayed proper behavior and attitude.

This made Huang Xiaoming instantly realize that he was not dealing with a nouveau riche who was delusional, but a young veteran with a deep mind.

Wang Weili's next sentence further confirmed Huang Xiaoming's guess.

"What does Brother Xiaoming want from me? It can't just be about having a drink and getting my contact information, right?"

"Just call me Xiaoming."

Huang Xiaoming voluntarily lowered his seniority.

Logically speaking, he was more than ten years older than Wang Weili, so calling him "brother" wasn't wrong.

To give a simpler example: I've already called you "brother," so it's not appropriate for you to then flatter me and ask me for things, is it?

People who frequent the world of fame and fortune wish they had more brains. With just this simple greeting, Huang Xiaoming had already estimated that Wang Weili's level was unfathomable.

Hearing Huang Xiaoming's modesty, Wang Weili didn't emphasize it too much and went straight to the point: "You can address me however you like, but let's get to the point."

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"Forehead----"

Huang Xiaoming hesitated for a moment, but then realized that his little tricks were probably no match for the other party, so he simply revealed his purpose.

"Mr. Wang, I heard from Li Chen that there will be changes to the regular hosts when Running Man's second season is filmed next year. I wonder if Liu Shishi will still participate?"

"She probably won't participate."

Wang Weili recalled the phone call he made to Liu Shishi before coming to Beijing. It seemed that Liu Shishi was negotiating the termination of her contract with Tangren. — Cai Yinong is really in a bad situation!

Huang Xiaoming became excited as soon as he heard that Liu Shishi wanted to withdraw.

"Since she's not participating, could you arrange for a female celebrity who is familiar with Li Chen and Wang Zulan?"

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Wang Weili didn't respond, but instead looked up at the big baby sitting not far away, who was looking over at them expectantly.

Huang Xiaoming followed Wang Weili's gaze, and as soon as he met Big Baby's eyes, the smile on his lips turned somewhat wicked and arrogant.

"Mr. Wang, she's the female celebrity I was talking about, and she's also my girlfriend—"

"Do you want her as your girlfriend and future wife, or as your business partner?"

Wang Weili's sudden new topic immediately caught Huang Xiaoming's attention.

He thought for two seconds and said, "Of course, I'll be your girlfriend first, then your wife."

"I've met many people in the financial and internet circles, and I've heard a lot about the deeds of international celebrities. They all have one thing in common. Do you know what it is?"

"What?"

"They allow their wives to have their own careers and interests, and they allow their wives to use their fame and status to do things, but they don't give them truly top-notch resources."

Wang Weili glanced sideways at Huang Xiaoming: "Unless you are confident that you can always be stronger than her, not just a little bit stronger, but the gap between you and the average person is even greater."

Huang Xiaoming's wicked arrogance vanished instantly, and he silently began to ruminate on those words.

Wang Weili handed him the champagne and clinked glasses with his.

Huang Xiaoming was awakened by the crisp sound of glass colliding and looked up.

Wang Weili laughed and said, "I was just talking about other people, don't take it personally—I already have someone in mind for the female host of Running Man Season 2, so I can only apologize to you."

"It's okay."

Huang Xiaoming quickly said, sounding both nervous and relieved.

Looking at the young man before him, who seemed effortless and skillful, Huang Xiaoming suddenly asked curiously, "Mr. Wang, may I ask who this person you're referring to is?"

"One of the female artists signed to my studio is named Nazar."

"For her, this is considered a top-tier resource, right?"

"But for her, and of course for most of you as well."

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Wang Weili smiled and nodded, easily controlling Huang Xiaoming.

Huang Xiaoming stared blankly at Wang Weili, who had sat down again, feeling that every move he made was radiant, without any pretense or affectation.

For the first time in his life, Huang Xiaoming experienced what it meant to be a domineering CEO through Wang Weili!