Yang Yi didn’t plan to open a shop on weekends, but he couldn’t resist Ding Xiang’s request to repay him, so this corner coffee shop still put up a sign on weekends.
But Ding Xiang didn’t forget about Yang Yi’s entrustment to her. She used the noon and evening breaks to compile a list of technical and design experts together with Mao Peifu. The process of seeking the consent of the parties involved more twists and turns, but on Monday, they sorted out the list and gave it to Yang Yi.
Mao Peifu also followed. This girl has a different aura when she comes on stage.
“This is a list, and this stack is a copy of some of their award-winning works, but may I ask what kind of project Mr. Yang wants to do?” Mao Peifu asked directly.
Ding Xiang was a little worried that his senior sister would conflict with Big Brother Yang, so he pulled La Mao Peifu’s sleeve worriedly.
“It’s okay, it’s not impossible to say, I mainly want to make two websites, both of which are social networking sites, but different types of social networking sites.” Yang Yi waved his hand, he took out a stack of printer paper and handed it to Mao Pei Fu, with a slight smile, said, “I have drawn the general structure for you, and then I need your people to join my project and help me make this idea a real thing.”
Yang Yi’s proposal for Mao Peifu revealed many details, but he was not afraid to reveal it, because this perfect concept had been registered with the Copyright Association, and others could not move it.
Of course, although the copyright associations in this world are fully guaranteed, it is not just that anyone can register any idea as a patent. This kind of conceptual patent has a very high threshold, and Yang Yi also almost completes the patent. The architecture and internal function division cannot be written in detail, so the patent for this concept was applied for.
Although the proposal for Mao Peifu can be said to be able to make the product he originally wanted as long as it is taken by someone with a heart, it doesn’t matter, the Copyright Association can fully protect Yang Yi’s rights and interests.
Mao Peifu opened the stack of plans and was shocked by the two websites that Yang Yi had drawn in their original appearance, she couldn’t help but read out the two names: “Weibo and Facebook? “
“Yes, one is a social networking site for sharing real-time short messages, and the other is a social networking site featuring a personal homepage, which is somewhat similar to a private blog, but simpler to operate and more focused on its social features.” Yang Yi nodded.
I don’t know why, Mao Peifu flipped through the plan and carefully looked at the function introductions. She felt that a brand new world was being presented in front of her eyes, and her powerful heart couldn’t help but set off waves.
Mao Peifu secretly clenched her fist, but she still restrained her excitement and asked Yang Yi cautiously: “Mr. Yang, this project is really good, but I want to know how much you can invest in it. Funding?”
The question she asked was actually a bit beyond her current identity, but Mao Peifu thought more, and she couldn’t care about Ding Xiang’s anxious eyes.
Yang Yi didn’t have to say it, but he didn’t take it seriously and said, “I invested 8 million in the early stage, which includes the staff’s wages, bonuses, and initial operating and promotion expenses. If there is a certain effect, I will Will add another ten million, or more!”
At present, he can only take out 8 million yuan. This is still the money from the sales of the TV series rights of the two books and other copyright income. After deducting the monthly donation to Zhu Luyan’s Hope Primary School Project, which is the same as usual The largest integer that can be taken out after household expenses!
This amount of money, thrown into the Internet, can’t even see a splash, but it is enough for the construction of these two websites and the initial server purchase and other expenses! What’s more, Yang Yi directly gave them a perfect version of the product that has undergone countless revisions and innovations, reducing the project team’s efforts to explore and hit the wall. Perhaps the initial investment of 8 million, there will be leftovers!
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Mao Peifu was completely convinced by Yang Yi’s big pie. Although her family is good, this girl still wants to make a certain career and achievements to prove herself.
“I also want to join this project. I can help you manage personnel and help you deal with public relations issues!” Mao Peifu looked at Yang Yi eagerly, “I can take no salary now.”
“What do you want?”
“I want future option commitments!”
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After all, he is not familiar with Mao Peifu, of course Yang Yi will not promise her immediately, but he still gave Mao Peifu the opportunity to participate.
In the follow-up work, Mao Peifu’s management ability, which has been nurtured by her family since she was a child, and has been honed by the work of the student union, gradually showed. The two tasks of this project, personnel arrangement, and time regulation, were all controlled by her. Well groomed.
Not only that, under her management, college students who are immature or irritable get along well with each other, and even if there are occasional minor disputes, there are no major problems.
Naturally, Mao Peifu has also won an option commitment for her future startup company for herself. Of course, these are all for later!
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The two websites of Weibo and Facebook have been finalized, and Yang Yi should have a headache for her daughter’s complaint again…
“It’s so hard to write, Baba, why is Xixi’s name so difficult to write?” The little girls held their cheeks in grievances, pouted their mouths, and sat in front of the newly bought children’s desk in a sullen mood, “Qiqi and Chen Shiyun’s name is not difficult to write!”
After learning the strokes for a week, the teachers began to assign a new task, that is, each child must learn to write their own name.
This is good, some children with complicated names and strokes want to cry, such as Lan Xin and Yang Xi…
Yang Luoqi, Chen Shiyun, Nan Zhaoyu, the names of these three children are all three characters, but the three characters are relatively simple~IndoMTL.com~ Compared with Yang Xi and Lan Xin, who have two characters, it is still easier to write A lot!
“Baba? Why can’t Xixi be called Yang Yiyi? This is so easy to write?” the little girl said with a big brain.
Later Yang Yi learned from other parents that there was indeed a child named Xiao Yiyi in another class, but it was a boy.
Faced with her daughter’s complaint, Yang Yi can only return a wry smile.
No way!
He wasn’t there when Murphy named Xixi! If he knew that his daughter would complain all night today, Yang Yi would probably give her daughter the simplest name, even if it was homophonic with his own name…
Fortunately, Yang Yi is very good at dealing with his daughter. He helped her to wrap the hair hanging down from her temples behind her ears, and said with a slight smile, “Is this okay? Today, Dad accompanies Xixi to write your name, and write something special. If you write big and big characters a few times, you will definitely be able to learn them! Then, if Xixi learns it, Dad will tell you more stories about Journey to the West tonight.”
“Where did you say it last time? Did you say that Tang Seng was captured by a monster, and then Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie went to them and fought in Huoyun Cave?” Yang Yi smiled, “Then Xixi, do you know? , This monster is a child, and his father is actually the Bull Demon King, the elder brother of Sun Wukong when he made a riot in the sky!”
“Really? A child monster? Who is the Bull Demon King? Isn’t he particularly powerful?” Xixi was immediately attracted by Yang Yi, and she forgot the small resentment just now, her two big eyes staring brightly Dad, asked expectantly.
She even forgot the story of the Bull Demon King, but she still remembers the havoc in the Heavenly Palace.
“You have to learn to write first. Dad will hold your hand and teach you how to write, okay?” Yang Yi asked gently.
“Alright then!” The little girl was instantly motivated, and she took the initiative to put her small hand holding the pen into her father’s big hand.