"Oh? What do you mean?"
"I'm planning to create a live streaming platform, the kind where you can watch streamers showcase their talents online in real time. It just so happens that there are so many beautiful women to showcase their talents, like singing, dancing, outdoor activities, eating, sleeping, and so on."
"sleep?"
"Serious, the serious kind."
"That's a great idea! I don't think there are any live streaming platforms like this in China yet, right?"
"Well, that's why I came to you. You're in charge of finding streamers, including beautiful female streamers, game streamers, and streamers with special skills, etc. I'll be in charge of building the platform. We'll each put in half the money and each have a 50% stake. How about we collaborate again?"
"Sure, sure, but let me make one thing clear first: I'm not interested in finding beautiful female anchors; I'm mainly focused on my career."
"Yes, yes, Cong-ge, you're right. See, now you can tell Uncle Wang that you went to see those beautiful women for work, right?"
"Hahaha, Lin Chen, it has to be you! Once I sneak out of the house, I'll come to Shanghai to drink with you."
"Alright, I'll be waiting anytime."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Sicong felt confident again, so he went to the study to find Wang Jianlin.
Wang Jianlin has been so angry with Wang Sicong these past few days that he hasn't gone to the company. When he did go, many old friends came to tease him about having a playboy son and asked him when he would hold his grandson. He was so embarrassed that he almost had nowhere to put his face.
Wang Sicong pushed the door open and came in, smiling as he said, "Old Wang, I need to explain what happened before. You misunderstood me."
Wang Jianlin glanced at the pair of ebony paperweights made by a famous craftsman on the table, thought for a moment, and was still a little reluctant to smash them. So he patiently said, "How did I wrong you? You little brat, you're always making headlines and you think you're right?"
"Hey, you know what, I actually have a point this time. I'm planning to start a live streaming platform with Lin Chen. I've been looking for talented streamers lately, like singing, dancing, gaming, and all sorts of other things. Those paparazzi just start with a picture and make up all the content, they're just talking nonsense."
"Lin Chen? The one who partnered with you to open the bubble tea shop before?"
"Yes, that's him."
As Wang Jianlin pondered, he sat down. Although Wanda Group had a nationwide presence and a huge market value, he knew that his son would never be able to take over the business. Not to mention how complicated the relationships were, his son's womanizing nature would eventually lead to him being taken advantage of.
Therefore, while I still have the ability, it would be best to sell Wanda Plaza and then switch to other businesses. Anyway, I have made enough money now, and I should leave my son a share of the family business that he can keep.
This Lin Chen is quite good. When his son partnered with him to open a milk tea shop, he had someone investigate him. He was very capable, having built a business worth tens of billions from scratch in less than a year. This milk tea shop project may seem like just selling inconspicuous milk tea, but the brand influence it generates is the most important thing. If it can be opened all over the country, it can be listed on the stock exchange, so it still has some potential.
I don't know much about this live streaming platform, but it sounds like an internet startup project. Oh well, as long as it's a legitimate business, I can always explain myself when I go out. Otherwise, it would be incredibly embarrassing.
"Son, I gave you 500 million yuan as start-up capital last time. Here's a small goal for you: earn 100 million yuan in three years. That shouldn't be too difficult, right?"
"Ahem, Dad, where can you find a project with such a high return on investment—earning 100 million in three years?"
"You brat, look at Lin Chen, how much money has he made in less than a year?"
"Um, you can't just compare him to one person. Out of billions of people in the world, there aren't many who are as amazing as him."
"If you can't even earn 100 million, then why are you going out to try your luck? Just go work for Wanda Group and settle down."
"Going to work is out of the question. I'll never work in my life. It's just a hundred million. Three years, right? I guarantee I'll make it."
"Alright, go ahead. Tell Lin Chen that he can come over for tea sometime."
"Okay."
After leaving the study, Wang Sicong immediately went downstairs, drove straight to the airport, and thought, "If I don't run now, when will I?"
That evening, Lin Chen received a call from Wang Sicong, who said he had arrived in Shanghai and invited him out for drinks, and also to interview some beautiful female anchors.
Lin Chen chuckled, "Brother Cong is a good friend." Just as he was about to sneak out, An Rou seemed to sense something was wrong and stopped him.
"Lin Chen, where are you going?"
"Ahem, I'm going to talk to Wang Sicong about a big business deal."
"Something's not right. Something's not right about you. That laugh you just made was definitely not right."
"You misheard me. Something's not right. Okay, I have to go. Wang Sicong is still waiting for me."
"Then I'll go with you."
"Where are you going? You should stay home and rest. I can go by myself."
"Okay, go ahead then. I'll call Mom. It's been so long since I called her, I miss her."
Lin Chen abruptly pulled back the foot he had just stepped out, turned to look at An Rou, who looked back at him defiantly.
In the end, Lin Chen was defeated.
"I suddenly have a stomachache, oh dear, I need to go to the toilet, but I'm afraid I won't be able to go tonight."
As Lin Chen walked toward the restroom, he sent a message to Wang Sicong: "Something came up tonight, so I won't be able to come. Let's talk in detail at my company tomorrow."
Wang Sicong immediately replied: "An Rou won't let you go out?"
Holy crap, Wang Sicong, you're so smart again now?
"Nonsense, how could she possibly control me? I just had an upset stomach last night and I'm not feeling well."
"Got it, bro, I use that excuse all the time. Let's keep having fun, I don't care about you anymore. Ten girls came tonight, all of them are lingerie models, I'm busy."
Aaaaaahh ...
Lin Chen was in a fit of impotent rage in the bathroom. Ten girls! And they were all models! And lingerie models at that!
"Lin Chen, what's wrong? Should I take you to the hospital?"
"It's nothing, just a little stomachache. I'll feel better after crying for a while."
An Rou looked at the photos Wang Sicong had just posted on Weibo, stood at the toilet door, smiled, and remained silent.
Ten minutes later, Lin Chen came out of the bathroom, and An Rou was sitting in the living room watching TV.
"Aren't you going to sleep, Anrou? It's very late."
"I'm not sleepy yet, Lin Chen, let's watch TV together, this show is so funny."
Lin Chen waved his hand: "No, I don't want to watch comedies right now, I only want to watch tragedies, like Les Misérables or Titanic."
"Oh, then you go to sleep, I'll continue watching TV."
"Anrou, aren't you going to comfort me at all?"
An Rou took out her phone and waved it. Lin Chen saw a photo of Wang Sicong's Weibo on the screen. It was a group photo of ten tall girls surrounding Wang Sicong and Sun Qiang, holding champagne glasses.
Ah, I'm not watching anymore, I'd better go to sleep. You can have anything in your dreams.
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