...
In the courtyard, the two lay in each other's arms.
The young lady, her hair disheveled, lay on Chu Yang's chest, her lips slightly parted, breathing softly.
This experience felt even more wonderful than the last one.
Last time, I was caught between tension, pain, and comfort, and I didn't get to fully experience it.
This time, I fully immersed myself in the experience.
Chu Yang gently stroked her smooth and delicate back and said softly, "Shu'er, I'll be quite busy lately, so I might not have much time to spend with you."
"Oh," the young lady replied, looking somewhat disappointed. "What are you busy with? Company matters?"
"Yes, it's going to be a tough battle. If we win, then Coolcat Music will reach the pinnacle of the internet stage," Chu Yang said.
"Huh? A war?" The young lady was a little alarmed, after all, she didn't understand business and thought that Chu Yang was going to fight someone again.
"No way, your stitches haven't been removed yet," she said anxiously, looking up at him.
Chu Yang smiled and patted her head: "It's not a fight with people, it's a business war, a contest in the business world. We'll use words, not fists."
"I see." The young lady breathed a sigh of relief and nestled against his chest again. "Then you have to be careful. I heard my dad say that the business world is like a battlefield, where knives can hurt people without drawing blood. Oh right, does Wuyan's dad help him? He knows a lot of business owners."
"I'm all ready, everything is in place, there's no need to trouble you, Father-in-law," Chu Yang said with a smile.
The young lady smiled, said "Oh," and pointed to his stitched wound: "Can the stitches be removed now?"
"Okay, we'll dismantle it tomorrow. Or, can you help me dismantle it now? There's a first-aid kit and all the tools here," Chu Yang said.
"Oh? I don't know how, and it must hurt a lot for you to have your stitches removed, I can't bear to watch," the young lady quickly said.
"Let's go to the doctor tomorrow to have it removed; that would be more prudent," she said again.
Chu Yang was too lazy to make the trip, so he got out of bed, grabbed the first-aid kit, and took out a pair of scissors, a bottle of ointment, and gauze.
"It's very simple. First, disinfect my wound, then cut the thread short. Just pull a small section from below the bow and cut it..."
He briefly explained it once.
The young lady understood, but was still somewhat frightened.
My hands were trembling when I applied iodine solution for disinfection.
"Shu'er, you can do it. And cutting the thread won't hurt. Don't worry, just cut it," Chu Yang encouraged.
The young lady nodded, held her breath, and began to cut the thread.
The thread was quickly cut, and she asked, "Then what do you do, just pull the thread out?"
“Yes, pull it out,” Chu Yang said.
The young lady's eyes widened: "Oh? That would hurt a lot! Should we get anesthesia?"
"Without anesthesia, you are the best anesthesia." Chu Yang pinched the end of the thread with his fingers and pulled the cut thread out of the flesh one by one, bringing with it a few drops of blood.
It must have hurt, but he smiled and didn't even flinch.
The young lady watched in fear. After he finished pulling out the thread, she quickly began to stop the bleeding, disinfect the wound, and bandage it.
After it was over, her eyes were red.
"Does it still hurt?"
Chu Yang gently pulled her into his arms and smiled, "With you here, it doesn't hurt."
A tender feeling melted in the young lady's heart. At this moment, she felt that anything she did for this man was worthwhile.
She packed up her medicine kit, threw away the blood-stained cotton swabs, thread ends, and gauze, then came to Chu Yang and bit her lip.
Then I reached out and gently pushed him to lie down.
...
the next day.
This day was Tuesday, November 12th.
Chu Yang checked the date and then remembered that yesterday was Singles' Day.
However, it's not called Double Eleven yet; it's called Singles' Day.
"It should be the Double Eleven shopping festival that started in 2009. Pony Ma created a carnival, leaving single people without a festival."
No wonder Ji Lao Er was so depressed yesterday; he probably never expected that such a high-class young man like himself would have to spend Singles' Day alone.
At noon, Lou Chunyue in Beijing received good news: the local court had accepted the case and would send a summons to Baidu headquarters within two days.
This is already considered a relatively fast process. Chu Yang asked Lou Chunyue to come back first and wait patiently for two days.
Two days from now, the copyright bureau will probably launch a cleanup campaign on the internet.
A storm is brewing.
These past two days, Chu Yang has also been busy. In addition to his regular classes, he has actively participated in company affairs, further optimizing the Cool Cat Music client and strengthening server construction and management, striving to handle the surge in traffic to the greatest extent possible after the copyright order and case review.
With piracy being cracked down on and Baidu's music search service stalled, Kugou Music, with its vast library of copyrighted music, became the best choice for users.
"Free for half a month only, after which the VIP unlimited listening version will cost one yuan per month!"
"If you want to download it, it'll cost two yuan a month!"
This is Chu Yang's membership threshold setting.
This can be considered as pioneering the paid streaming media model in China, laying the groundwork for people's awareness of consuming legitimate content.
Of course, to prevent pirates from registering as members to download and exploit the content, the downloaded songs are encrypted and cannot be copied or burned.
Two days later, everything was ready.
Just as Chu Yang learned that the court summons had been sent out, Su Yan, who had been nagging him to be a jerk, called him.
"My foot doesn't hurt anymore, when can we meet up?"
"...!"
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