The group had met a few times recently, mainly about Shengling Technology.
We've already reminisced about the past.
Mu Xiangrong was hugging Ruan Chen, laughing and crying at the same time, and Ruan Chen's back was almost swollen from being patted.
Song Cheng went to work as a programmer at a game company, and his hairline is receding rapidly; Bai Jiaojiao is a freelancer who designs niche jewelry; Mu Xiangrong went to a research institute, but Ruan Chen didn't bother to find out what he was researching, and according to confidentiality regulations, Mu Xiangrong couldn't say either.
Ruan Chen said it was a company matter, and the group had taken leave to come over.
"Ruan Chen, are you... planning to expand Shengling Technology's business here?" Lin Fengzi asked.
After everyone got into the car, Ruan Chen explained, "I knew you were busy, so I didn't call you out specifically to talk about this beforehand. We can talk about it all together today."
She pulled out four documents, one for each of them: "Take a look at these first."
“Lingtian Culture Media?” Song Cheng himself was a game front-end developer. After flipping through a few pages and seeing those concept images, his eyes lit up. “Wow, Ruan Chen, if this concept can be developed, it will definitely be a long-term profit.”
“Well, my plan is to start with games. Shengling Technology is developing panoramic VR technology, which is a good opportunity to invest in it,” Ruan Chen said, “and we can develop novels, TV series, merchandise, and animations around the Lingzu IP.”
Mu Xiangrong said, "Ruan Chen, have you considered the investment and returns? If the Spirit Clan's IP can be successfully developed, the later returns will definitely be very high, but right now, the initial marketing expenses are already a huge sum."
Bai Jiaojiao spoke softly, "I haven't touched the dividends from Shengling Technology over the years. I also have my own savings, so I don't have any urgent need for money. Ruan Chen, I don't know much about investment, but if you need money, I can provide it."
Song Cheng pretended to be angry, "Jiaojiao, you're the only one who can come up with the money? Have I done nothing all these years? Ruan Chen, I like this IP. If you're going to do it, count me in. I'll invest."
Mu Xiangrong shrugged, "Then count me in. How much do I need to invest in the early stages?"
"Don't worry about the money." Ruan Chen felt relaxed only when she was with them, as if she had returned to her youth when they all strived for a goal, arrogantly slapping the organizing committee in the face in the US...
Ruan Chen made his request, "I hope you can join the founding work of Lingtian as early founders, just like Sheng Ling."
She was a little nervous when she said those words, because Song Cheng, Bai Jiaojiao, Mu Xiangrong and the others all had their own careers.
“I have no problem,” Song Cheng said first, “but let me make this clear first, I may not be able to stay here in the Northern Islands permanently, but I’m a programmer, so working remotely isn’t a big problem.”
He didn't even mention salary, his tone was very excited, "Ruan Chen, I've wanted to start from scratch and create my own original IP for a long time. I'm working as a front-end developer at one of the top three game companies in China, right? Our project manager is such a jerk! Last year, our team worked hard for a month, and he just took the idea he came up with for his nephew who's in college. We didn't even get overtime pay..."
His constant complaining revealed that he genuinely wanted his own IP.
Bai Jiaojiao looked at the proposal carefully. "I'm a freelancer, so it doesn't matter where I work. It's inconvenient for Acheng to keep an eye on things here, but I can stay. I've never been to the Northern Islands before, so I can look for inspiration here and maybe I can integrate this place with my new design."
"Have you hit another creative block?" Mu Xiangrong ruffled Bai Jiaojiao's hair. "Your face has gotten thinner."
"Mmm," Bai Jiaojiao nestled in Mu Xiangrong's arms, softly whining, "Xiangrong-jie is so annoying. By the way, what's your plan?"
“Actually, I happen to have some business to attend to in the Northern Islands, so I can stay here for a while,” Mu Xiangrong thought to himself. “I’m not too busy, so I can get involved.”
Lin Fengzi innocently raised her hand, "I mean, no one even considered my opinion?"
“Everyone knows you’re a very busy person,” Mu Xiangrong said. “There are months every year when we can’t even reach you. Where are you going after you left the Northern Islands? Are you going to some primitive tribe in the Arctic? A snow tribe?”
“Fengzi, it’s alright, just focus on your career,” Ruan Chen said. “We’re all just ordinary people, how can we compare to Father Lin?”
She meant it sincerely.
Lin Fengzi hasn't saved much money over the years. She's invested it all in medical aid without borders.
Ruan Chen was pleased to hear that Marshal Lin was pleased that although his only grandson had not been able to inherit his career, he had carved out his own path and had his own pursuits.
"By the way, Ruan Chen, you said you didn't want us to worry about money, but I still want to ask one more question, please don't mind."
Mu Xiangrong has always been the calmest person in the team.
Is there any connection between the Ruan Group and Lingtian Culture?
“No,” Ruan Chen said firmly, “It’s impossible. This company is still the same as Shengling Technology, with the five of us. I can’t stand those troublemakers in the Ruan Group. Besides, you can see that the initial investment is huge, so they are unlikely to support this kind of long-term project.”
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"Lingtian Culture Media, are you aware of this matter?" Ruan Yunhan asked Su Jin, who was holding her youngest daughter, at the villa on the hillside.
Su Jin smiled as he teased the exquisitely beautiful little child, "I know, the people below said so, what?"
"Where did Ruan Chen get the money?" Ruan Yunhan pressed directly. "You know, so why didn't you tell me? Did you and she jointly invest in this company?"
Su Jin was getting impatient, but not wanting to frighten his youngest daughter, he suppressed his temper and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you or me. You want to interfere with your sister's investment? Besides, you should be able to see that this company is not a competitor of ours. We don't need to make a big deal out of this and bring it up on the table."
After giving birth to her second child, Ruan Yunhan looked even more haggard. She stared at Su Jin with a somewhat sinister look in her eyes, "I need you to answer me, did you fund her?"
"No."
Where did she get the money?
"It was given by the Ye family, right? What does it have to do with you?" Su Jin finally couldn't help but ask, "Yunhan, aren't you being a little too paranoid?"
“Her surname is Ruan, and everyone outside calls her Miss Ruan the Second. This matter can’t possibly be unrelated to me.” Ruan Yunhan snorted, slammed down her chopsticks, and stood up. “I’m going to the Northern Islands. Make the arrangements.”
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