China Entertainment 2000

"Why does this cake taste weird? Has it gone bad after being stored for too long?"

"How is that possible!"

Since there were cakes on the chairs, the two people simply squatted on the rooftop to adapt to local conditions, as if they were eating barbecue and deep-fried food from a roadside stall. Hearing Zhou Yi's comments, Sun Yanzi's chewing mouth paused, and subconsciously turned to look at the unpacked package——

"This was made to order. I just picked it up at around ten o'clock tonight."

"That's okay, I guess it's because I'm not used to the fruit on top, and there's also jam on it."

Zhou Yi, who still had a bit of butter on his lips, bit his fork in his mouth. Maybe he had squatted for too long, but he didn't mind the dust and simply sat down on the ground——

Sun Yanzi poked his head in confusion: "Don't you eat jam?"

"Average, I don't really like it. Fruit is enough. Adding jam on top of the cream feels superfluous and a bit greasy."

Zhou Yi smiled and took a bite: "But since it was specially made for you, this little thing doesn't matter. It's okay to have a few more bites."

"I like to hear this, hehe."

Sun Yanzi wanted to grin several times, but she was forced to control her lips. Sitting cross-legged next to the man, she shook her head, and her short hair that was messed up by the wind became slightly more regular: "I guess you still have some conscience."

The faint smell of perfume slid into his mouth along with the sweet cream cake. Zhou Yi raised his eyes and looked at the lights of thousands of houses and cursed with a smile: "What do you mean you still have a conscience? There are still people in this world who are more caring than me. ?”

"Why not, me."

Sun Yanzi pointed at himself under the moonlight and answered confidently: "Look at this decoration and this cake. If it weren't for me, would you still be able to eat it?"

"I thank you."

Zhou Yi expressed his gratitude in a not very polite tone: "What time did you come back in the evening?"

"ah?"

Sun Yanzi hadn't turned around for a while, but when he came to his senses, he rolled his eyes and said without blushing or out of breath: "It's about nine or ten o'clock in the evening. I happened to go to the cake shop on the way back. Bring back the cake you ordered earlier.”

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt so annoyed that she wanted to slap herself twice.

What am I talking about!

I should have let Zhou Yi know that I had been back in the morning and had been waiting at the company in the evening!

Too pretentious, too pretentious...

Feeling that he was a bit too pretentious, Sun Yanzi immediately rubbed his throat and coughed twice, reflecting on his mistake.

"I'm telling you, I'm on the set of "Kung Fu"..."

Sun Yanzi, who had not had face-to-face communication for a long time, seemed to have endless things to talk about at the moment. From work and filming to gossip in the industry, he was nagging Zhou Yi about everything. A small mouth chattered with no intention of stopping.

"Oh, by the way, I'll give you the key."

At the end of the sentence, Sun Yanzi slapped his head and handed a car key from his pocket to Zhou Yi: "I have parked the car in the parking lot for you."

It's still cold in the imperial capital in January, but the woman's heart is hot.

The burgundy Ferrari with the roof retracted was speeding down the street at 2:30 in the morning. Zhou Yi, who was holding the steering wheel with one hand, raised his mouth; in the passenger seat, Sun Yanzi, who was bathing in the bleak cold wind, shouted excitedly——

"Too fast, too fast!!!"

…………………………

When Zhou Yi woke up from his sleep the next day, it was already past 12 noon.

The warm midday sun shone dappledly on most of the corners of the bedroom when the curtains were opened, and the light was dazzling.

"Ah~~~"

Zhou Yi, who raised his hands above his head, stretched his waist, and his mouth felt so comfortable that he made a long sound.

It was almost 3:30 in the morning when he got home last night, and he had a really comfortable sleep.

Since returning to work, he hasn't had such a comfortable sleep for a long time. He fell into a deep sleep and woke up naturally.

After briefly washing up, he opened the door and was about to go to the refrigerator in the dining room to find something to eat when he saw Cheng Hao who was sorting documents in the living room——

"Um?"

"Wake up, Mr. Zhou is busy with everything."

Cheng Hao patted the folders piled in front of him, turned his head and caught the man's gaze, smiling.

"Should I go back to sleep?"

Zhou Yi took a half-step back, turned his head and pursed his lips in the direction of his bedroom.

"Although I don't really want to disappoint you, it's the end of the year and you have to make decisions about the company's year-end summary."

After pulling out a document and flipping through a few pages, Cheng Hao threw it into Zhou Yi's arms: "Including bonuses."

"Do you still need to look at the bonus? It's full, it's all full."

Zhou Yi is full of pride.

They all follow him for a living, so the treatment must be arranged in place. He is not short of money now, so there is no need to be a Grandet who buckles and searches.

"There's one thing you still have to look at, the Foxmail department."

Cheng Hao pointed to the document he handed over and motioned for him to open it and take a look: "Now not only Tencent wants to acquire Foxmail and cooperate with us, but also Microsoft has come in."

In early January 2004, Luo Chuan, who had just taken up the position of director of Microsoft's MSN division in Greater China and was fully responsible for MSN's business in mainland China, Hong Kong and Taiwan, led his team to formally acquire Foxmail, a subsidiary of Guiyi.

There is no way, apart from the three mailboxes of Sohu, Sina and NetEase, Foxmail has the most monthly active users.

At the same time, the boss behind it is still Zhou Yi.

After experiencing good cooperation with the 50 Cent incident, Microsoft has always wanted to continue to cooperate with Zhou Yi in the Chinese market, but Qianjiang has been following Zhou Yi's instructions.

Microsoft China President Chen Yongzheng noticed Tencent's trends, so he also set his sights on Foxmail -

By acquiring Foxmail, we can achieve a disguised cooperation with Zhouyi, and at the same time strengthen our own power and influence. This transaction is not a loss at all.

"Acquisition for $6 million?"

After opening the file, Zhou Yi rubbed his chin when he saw the number and marveled: "Microsoft is so willing?"

"The two companies were at loggerheads, and Tencent offered 5 million first. After learning that Microsoft had joined the battlefield and raised a price, they also gritted their teeth and raised their offer to 7 million US dollars..."

Seeing that Zhou Yi was still reading, Cheng Hao immediately talked about the fierce competition for email software. The regulations detailed the process of the matter, the pros and cons, etc., and the terms were extremely clear.

Of course, her top-notch pulling is indispensable, which allows the two to form a competitive mode.

7 million US dollars is already a sky-high price for a Chinese email software. When converted into RMB, it goes to more than 50 million.

Although Tencent was also distressed, considering that as one of the four major portals, their mailbox business was not as good as the other three, it was safe to spend some money, so they directly raised another million US dollars in an attempt to scare away competitors.

Although Microsoft itself has deep pockets, it cannot resist the arrogance of its top management in responding to the Chinese market—or in other words, the speed of adaptation is too slow.

MSN originally spent a huge amount of money on promotion, but this unexpected expenditure of at least more than US$7 million made them hesitate.

Microsoft's mailbox business is not a disability, it's just that it hasn't been introduced in the country yet. Therefore, they do not value Foxmail as much as Tencent, whose mailbox business has almost disappeared.

"According to my observation, this has not reached the bottom line that both parties can bear, and the tension can continue."

Cheng Hao, with his fingers crossed in front of his lips, made a judgment and said decisively: "So, it's up to you to choose Microsoft or Tencent. Once it's decided, I will have more time to test them more in the future." The psychological bottom line..."

Very professional.

Zhou Yi couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "If Microsoft doesn't consider it, MSN will not succeed."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Of course, don't forget that I worked with Microsoft once, and it was that cooperation that made me remember them."

"..."

In the hall, Cheng Hao and Zhou Yi are still having a heated discussion on company development issues. On the other side, Sun Yanzi, who lives upstairs in Zhou Yi's house, is currently lying on the big bed in the bedroom and sleeping soundly——

The room with the heating on was as warm as spring, and the pajamas engraved with anime patterns were folded around her body. The small beam of sunlight falling on the tip of her nose was like the bubble gum she blew in her sleep.

At 12:50, Cheng Hao even cooked two bowls of noodles himself. One of the bowls had extra core ingredients such as poached eggs, and handed it to Zhou Yi who was moving his index fingers.

"Eat slowly, this is your longevity noodles. Why are you eating in such a hurry?"

Cheng Hao, who was in a happy mood, arched his eyebrows and said, "Happy birthday."

"Ah sneeze!"

In Sun Yanzi's bedroom, Sun Yanzi, who was still sleeping, suddenly sneezed and woke himself up.

After opening his eyes and looking around confusedly, Sun Yanzi scratched his messy bird's nest hair, stepped out of the quilt, turned over and continued to sleep——

With his eyes closed, he muttered something that ordinary people couldn't hear. He would scratch his itchy buttocks with his right hand from time to time, and pink bubbles seemed to pop up one after another on the tip of his nose.