In a short time, a series of eye-catching articles appeared, such as Fu Xin exploiting national sentiment, Fu Xin deceiving consumers, and Fu Xin being a traitor.

The original owner sat on the ground, watching the images playing on the television in the restaurant, and felt a strange sense of exhilaration.

Because Fu Xin was a prominent senior at Beijing University, two years ahead of them, the university would invite him back to give a speech every year when freshmen returned. The original owner had long harbored jealousy and disgust towards him.

For sensitive and insecure people who also consider themselves superior, the excellence of others is a kind of original sin.

They live like rats in the gutter, yet they can't wait to gloat when others are in trouble.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of the alley, but it couldn't go any further in, so Chen Ke had to walk in.

The capital city has many bustling areas, but also many old alleyways where living conditions have deteriorated to a very low level.

The original large courtyard was divided into several sections, crowded with migrant workers from all over the country. Various household items were piled up, leaving no place to even step.

Chen Ke was somewhat surprised that Fu Xin lived in such a place.

"Excuse me, is there a person here named Fu Xin?"

A door opened, and a man in a suit and tie walked out, holding a phone in one hand and documents in the other, his leather shoes gleaming.

If this were a high-end office building, he might be an elite professional; but if this were a crowded alley, he'd most likely be a salesperson.

Sure enough, he pointed to the door of the room next to Chen Ke and then answered the phone, saying, "Sister Wang, Sister Wang, this is Xiao Zhou. Do you remember me? We agreed to go look at that house before, right? How about it? Do you have time today? I'm available anytime..."

Chen Ke silently wished him well, hoping that Sister Wang would go with him to see the house.

"Knock knock knock..."

After knocking for a while, a voice that sounded like someone who had just woken up answered: "Who is it?"

"Hello, are you Mr. Fu Xinfu?"

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Fu Xin rubbed his eyes, thinking he might still be dreaming. What did he just hear? This guy, who looked like a student—oh no, he should be a student, a junior from the same school as him, Chen Ke—said he wanted to buy his Dingdang Shopping App.

Fu Xin took a sip of water and subtly observed the person on the sofa.

Judging from his clothes, he didn't seem like a rich kid. Fu Xin was puzzled; it wasn't April Fool's Day.

“Brother Chen, I don’t know where you got the idea that I wanted to sell Dingdang, but you probably don’t have the means.” Dingdang was his life’s work. Although it didn’t have many users yet, he wouldn’t have sold it if he didn’t urgently need the money.

"How much did the representative of the M country company you were talking to offer?"

"...100,000 US dollars."

The exchanged value was over 600,000 RMB, which is a very high price considering the current state of e-commerce development. No wonder Fu Xin sold it.

After all, who could have imagined that this app would one day become China's largest shopping platform, with daily transaction volumes in the hundreds of millions?

"Is it a buyout? Will you still have a say in the future research and development direction of Dingdang?"

Chen Ke's words hit the nail on the head. This was the reason why Fu Xin had hesitated until now. He didn't want to become someone who had nothing to do with Dingdang in the future, because Dingdang was like his child.

"I'll offer you 500,000 RMB and appoint you as president, giving you a voice and decision-making power over Dingdang's future research and development. Moreover, I've decided to develop it into a super platform integrating shopping needs, lifestyle services, and transportation needs, and even equip it with dedicated logistics in the future to conveniently, quickly, and flexibly meet all customer requirements."

"Really?" Fu Xin stood up excitedly. This was exactly the same development direction he had envisioned for Dingdang.

His mother suddenly fell ill and urgently needed money. 500,000 yuan was more than enough to solve his immediate financial crisis. Most importantly, Dingdang would not only avoid becoming a company in the United States, but he could also participate in Dingdang's research and development.

Fu Xin could hardly believe it. It was like a pie falling from the sky. After the initial excitement, his first reaction was disbelief.

I doubt whether it's real, or if it might be a trap.

Fu Xin kept reminding himself not to get too excited and to stay calm.

"This is my ID card and student ID. This phone contains my company's information. I am the legal representative and shareholder. Oh, and this is the company's bank account's active funds. Take a look." Chen Ke immediately saw what Fu Xin was thinking and showed him everything.

Fu Xin glanced at the ID card and student ID, then focused on the bank account balance. Only after seeing the countless zeros did he truly believe that the person in front of him was really rich.

So young, must be a rich kid, but do rich kids these days dress so simply?

"Is everything alright?"

"No, no problem." For some reason, after seeing the string of zeros in Chen Ke's account, Fu Xin suddenly felt that his aura was two meters and eighty centimeters tall.

"So that means you agree?"

"You really want me to be the president of your company, with a say and decision-making power over Dingdang?"

Chen Ke smiled slightly, "Of course, Mr. Fu, all of these things will be written into the contract in the future."

Fu Xin awkwardly touched the tip of his nose, a stark contrast to his mature and composed demeanor when he stood on the podium to give a speech at the start of the semester.

However, his demeanor during the speech matched Chen Ke's image of a CEO, and his company also needed that kind of image.

"Then, it's a pleasure to cooperate with you, Mr. Fu."

"Oh, Mr. Chen, you're too kind."

After they finished speaking, they looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

Both were very satisfied to be able to work with a capable and interesting person.

Because Fu Xin urgently needed money, the two went directly to a law firm to have a lawyer draft a contract, then quickly signed it and transferred the money. By the time they left the law firm, the sun had just set in the west.

"Oh no, we've hit rush hour, we're going to get stuck in traffic."

“I’ll sit down and go back.”

Fu Xin couldn't believe it. "You still take the subway? Mr. Chen, aren't you being a bit too unassuming? Oh, I know, you just want to experience life, right?"

"You're overthinking it. It's just that I haven't bought a car yet." After saying that, Chen Ke waved his hand and walked towards the subway station.

Fu Xin was stunned for a moment, but then Chen Ke walked away.

Sigh, for a CEO to make his chairman take the subway home is so incompetent! He's just wasted a great opportunity to flatter him!

Fu Xin opened the door of his secondhand Santana, got in, and patted it affectionately. "Old buddy, I'm sorry you missed the chance to give the chairman a ride, but it's okay, the chairman said he doesn't have a car, so we'll have another chance in the future!"

"Haha, hello, I'm Fu Xin, the president of Chen's Century Trading Co., Ltd. Please give me your guidance. Hahaha, I've actually become a president just like that? I need to tell my mom this good news right away!"