The expensively decorated Western restaurant was high-end.

A white pianist was playing. The lights were dim, and most of the customers were couples, although there were also quite a few people talking business.

When the waitress served Su Yehao, she took the opportunity to whisper that she was a fan, currently a junior at Stanford, and wanted to know when Yanwenzi Group would be recruiting on campus again.

Su Yehao didn't know about this, only replying that there would be an announcement on the official website when the time came.

The fragrant tomahawk steak was placed in front of him.

The waitress, who was working her way through school, didn't bother him further. After saying she would follow the website, she quickly left with a smile, probably afraid of being annoying and not getting a tip.

While savoring a bottle of Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon, newly released this year, Vice President Lin Youfeng said:

"This winery is in Oakville, Napa Valley, California. I even drove there with a friend to visit. Although it seems to be trying too hard to be a high-end brand, the taste is indeed good. It's strange that such a large country like America can't find a high-end brand, so it's no wonder they're making such a big deal of it, often sending representative vintage wines to auctions, selling them for sky-high prices as publicity."

Su Yehao said frankly:

"I can't tell the difference between good and bad wine. If you changed the bottle, they'd all taste about the same. It's like a woman's handbag, ten percent cost, ninety percent gross profit, and half of that gross profit goes into advertising to further expand the brand's reputation. Then there are the profits for distributors, shareholders, and restaurants. As long as you build the brand, the net profit is quite high."

Lin Youfeng nodded and smiled, "If you want to invest, Su Zong, I can ask the owner of Screaming Eagle. European and American consumers have fixed impressions of wine brands, liking the French Latour, Lafite, Margaux, and Romanée-Conti. It's easier for new brands to open up the market in Asia."

Su Yehao replied decisively:

"Forget it, do you think I don't have enough to do? I'm already learning to focus on the big picture and concentrate on high-profit industries with a technological monopoly. Anyone with money can buy a winery. If they offered a suitable premium, even Rothschild's Lafite and Mouton could be acquired. The market competition is too fierce. There's no technical skill in earning that kind of money. Even investing in baijiu and beer in China is more promising than investing in already famous wine estates."

After listening carefully, Lin Youfeng silently remembered the baijiu and beer sectors.

Since the beginning of this year, KOKO Ventures' business has been tightened, only responsible for a few tasks to assist Su Yehao. These employees are idle and worried about having nothing to do.

The topic changed.

Lin Youfeng tasted the ribeye steak and asked, "That's right, then I'll revise the plan again tonight and meet with the people from Qualcomm first thing tomorrow morning?"

"Yes, remember to go early and don't delay their board meeting. The equity of these companies is dispersed, and it's hard to be efficient."

Eating his tomahawk steak, Su Yehao said calmly, "With my purchase order worth a billion dollars, plus at least another hundred million in patent licensing fees, I believe Qualcomm's stock price can rise three or four points after the news is announced. Compared to these profits, if Qualcomm's board of directors still dares to haggle over the acquisition price, then I'll look for Motorola or Japanese mobile phone manufacturers to cooperate with. Remember to be tough then."

"I'm going to meet with their board members? What about you?" Lin Youfeng asked in surprise.

Su Yehao replied in a matter-of-fact tone, "I have more important things to do. Tomorrow, I'm taking her to the Monterey Bay Aquarium, and there's also the matter of inspecting the wafer foundries. Remember to arrange everything for Mr. Zhang Rujing and his team. Call me directly if you encounter any problems. It's best to bring a few headhunters to poach some talent in the field of wafer chip processing for me."

Yin Liuli, who was quietly eating her meal, realized that the topic had suddenly shifted to her and almost choked.

For some reason, she saw the words "femme fatale" in Lin Youfeng's eyes.

It was indeed a bit much to put such an important business deal aside and go sightseeing near the famous 17-Mile Drive on California Highway 1.

Whether it was the acquisition of Qualcomm's mobile phone production business, Google's financing plan, or the inspection of wafer foundries, each project involved decisions on the order of billions of dollars.

Without Su Yehao personally overseeing things, Vice President Lin Youfeng really didn't have the confidence to shoulder the heavy burden.

This was much more difficult than spending millions to acquire a game company or investing a few million dollars in a startup team.

…

That night.

Su Yehao came home to take a shower. Yin Liuli saw his phone screen light up and accidentally noticed a text message that read, "What are you doing? Fourth day away from Hao-ge. Missing you..."

The contact name was a single character, "Sweet".

If it were any other girl, she would have exploded by now.

But she remained calm, with no intention of looking through Su Yehao's phone. The image of Nangong Tian even popped into her mind.

Yin Liuli was just a bit of a homebody, not someone who never read newspapers and magazines.

The rumors about Su Yehao's personal life had long been all over the place, and there had even been a reporter who interviewed Nangong Tian. There was no way Yin Liuli hadn't heard about it.

However.

Su Yehao wasn't usually so careless, never revealing anything in front of her. Today, he forgot to carry his phone with him, resulting in being caught red-handed.

After accidentally seeing the text message, Yin Liuli's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her expression strange.

Mainly because she could never bring herself to do something like sending a message saying "missing you." She suddenly felt like she had learned something new.

While living in Casino, she often heard people gossip that women who knew how to be coquettish and caring were more likely to keep a man in the palm of their hand. At this moment, Yin Liuli found that it seemed to make sense.

So, she gritted her teeth, disregarded the fact that she had been running around all day, and picked out a nightgown to change into.

As for that drawer full of… uniforms that she had collected, considering that she was afraid of being inspected by customs and publicly humiliated, she hadn't brought any of them with her.

When Su Yehao appeared in the room, he found that Yin Liuli had only turned on the bedside lamp, and was smiling and beckoning him over.

He immediately understood...

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Far away in Hong Kong.

With Su Yehao not at home, Nangong Tian had been spending time with Jiang Yu these past few days, and they had been staying together at night to avoid the feeling of emptiness in the huge house, which was quite frightening.

At 1:30 p.m. Hong Kong time, the two of them were at the company, looking through the scripts for the first five episodes of the "Fung Wan" (Storm Riders) comic book adaptation.

Seeing things like the martial arts tournament, "golden scales are not things of the pond," and "when wind and cloud meet, they transform into a dragon," Jiang Yu just wanted to doze off, complaining with a headache, "Boys are really different from us. Can this kind of TV series make money after it's filmed? I think it's so boring, just fighting and fighting, the same old story of avenging family members."

Nangong Tian was also unsure, thinking for a moment before saying,

"Aren't things like 'The Return of the Condor Heroes' and 'Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils' similar to this? It should be okay, right? Hao-ge is ignoring me again. And here I am so worried about him."

Jiang Yu rolled her eyes, teasing with a smile, "Judging by the time difference, he's probably holding some canary. Why don't you take a plane to catch him in the act..."