Chapter 570 I voted

The corners of Ji Wan's mouth finally curved up.

What she wants is this kind of paranoia.

"very good."

She stood up, walked to Feng Lou, picked up the project book, and then threw it back in front of him.

"You impressed me. I'll invest in this project."

Feng Lou suddenly looked up, his eyes full of disbelief.

"But," Ji Wan changed the subject, his tone becoming serious, "your work is too amateurish. It's full of idealistic passion, but it has absolutely no consideration for commercial feasibility."

"I want you to go back and make a new plan. I want to see a detailed market analysis, a phased capital utilization plan, a clear profit model, and a rigorous risk management plan."

She held up three fingers.

"I'll give you three days. After three days, I want to see a perfect plan that will allow me to transfer the money directly into your account."

"Can you do it?"

Feng Lou could no longer hold back his tears, which burst out.

He nodded vigorously, his voice choked.

"I can do it, Mr. Ji, thank you, thank you."

He stood up and bowed deeply to Ji Wan.

With this bow, he gambled his entire future and hopes.

Three days later.

Feng Lou appeared at Ji Wan's office door on time.

He was completely transformed.

The depressed, embarrassed, and unkempt tech geek with a programmer's sloppy demeanor disappeared.

Instead, there is an entrepreneur with sharp eyes, stubble on his chin, but a straight back.

The washed-white shirt he was wearing was ironed without a wrinkle, and he was holding a brand new folder in his hand instead of the worn-out briefcase.

"Mr. Ji." He spoke, his voice hoarse, but steady and powerful.

Ji Wan raised his eyes and pointed at the chair opposite.

"explain."

Just one word, no unnecessary greetings.

Feng Lou didn't waste any words and directly opened the folder and spread it in front of Ji Wan.

It was no longer a project book full of sentimental words, but a business plan that was hundreds of pages long and armed to the teeth with data, charts and logical chains.

"The 'Little Companion' project targets a niche user group, with the core goal of providing high-quality emotional companionship for urban empty-nest youth. According to the latest census data and social psychology reports, the potential size of this market is in the hundreds of billions."

"In the first phase, we will use social apps as a platform to accurately acquire the first batch of seed users through content marketing and cooperation with key opinion leaders. With a budget of three million, we expect to reach 500,000 registrations and 100,000 daily active users within three months."

"In the second phase, we will open B-side interfaces and collaborate with smart home, in-vehicle systems, and online education platforms. By invoking our 'empathy' model through APIs, we will enable businesses. This is our core profit point."

"The third stage..."

Feng Lou's voice echoed in the quiet office, his speech was steady and clear.

From market analysis to the pros and cons of competitors, from technical routes to team building, from financial planning to risk control, every link has been considered meticulously.

He probably didn't sleep at all in these three days.

Ji Wan listened quietly, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the table, making a regular clicking sound.

Her eyes, from initial scrutiny, slowly turned into pure appreciation.

Once this man is ignited, the energy he unleashes is astonishing.

When Feng Lou finished speaking the last word and closed the plan, the entire office fell into a brief silence.

He looked at Ji Wan, no longer nervous and uneasy as he was three days ago, his eyes were filled with calmness as if he was waiting for a test.

Ji Wan stopped tapping, leaned back in his chair, and crossed his arms over his chest.

"good."

She uttered two words.

"The logic is clear, the data is detailed, the ambition is big, and the approach is wild."

She picked up the plan, flipped through it casually, and then threw it back on the table with a "bang".

"Okay. I'll invest in this project."

Feng Lou's body shook violently, his clenched fists finally loosened, and his palms were full of sweat.

Ji Wan looked straight at him with an unquestionable sense of oppression.

"The money will be in your account within 24 hours. My people will assist you with company registration and team recruitment. I will provide you with the best resources and the fastest speed."

"But, Feng Lou, my money didn't come from the wind."

Her voice grew colder.

"I'm not investing in your PPT or your tears. I'm investing in you as a person, your stubborn determination to break through the wall."

Ji Wan stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the hustle and bustle of traffic below.

"I don't want to just hear you talk about a 100 billion market, or just watch you become a so-called industry unicorn."

She turned around, and the afterglow of the setting sun gilded her outline, making her look sharp and powerful.

"What I want is to see you standing on the Nasdaq bell platform with your 'little companion'."

"I want to hear you personally announce to the world that a brand new AI era, created by the Chinese, has arrived."

"This is my investment, the only return standard."

"Can you do it?"

Feng Lou's eyes turned red again, but this time, not a single tear fell.

His chest heaved violently, and a burning passion rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He took a step forward and bowed deeply to Ji Wan again.

But this time, the moment his back straightened up, he burst out with unprecedented strength.

"Mr. Ji, don't worry."

His voice was resounding.

"I, Feng Lou, will risk my life to ring that bell for you!"

After seeing Feng Lou off, the office returned to silence.

Ji Wan stood in front of the French window, looking at the sea of traffic and lights below, and the last rays of sunset completely disappeared on the horizon.

The sharp and powerful aura on her face gradually faded, replaced by a slightly tired and relaxed feeling.

She took out her cell phone and dialed the number she knew by heart.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Are you done?" The man's deep, magnetic voice came through the receiver, with a gentle smile.

"Yeah." Ji Wan responded, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, "Are you home?"

"I'm on my way. I brought you some dumplings from your favorite place."

"I don't want to eat xiaolongbao today."

"What do you want to eat? I'll ask Mrs. Zhang to prepare it."

Ji Wan leaned against the cold glass and whispered, "I want to eat the noodles you make."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then Chi Wenyan could not suppress his laughter, "Yes, my dear wife."

Half an hour later, Ji Wan returned to the villa.

As soon as I walked in, I smelled the rich aroma coming from the kitchen.

Chi Wenyan was wearing a simple home suit and an apron. His tall figure was busy in the kitchen, and there was no sense of incongruity at all.

Hearing the noise, he turned around and raised an eyebrow at her, "Go wash your hands, you'll be ready soon."