Reinventing the Millennium.

Chapter 75
Without morals, anything is possible.

Fang Zhuoyuan did not reach the level of invincibility, he was just relying on his tender face to form a set of friendship, otherwise, he would not call "foreign sister" but "good sister".

Besides, Secretary Liu is very royal, is that something a young man from a small company can provoke?

Fang Zhuo thought that it would be convenient for him to come to An to do business in the future, so he didn't talk too much about the identities of the key people this lunch, he just picked some interesting things to amuse his good sister.

Liu Yangyang is a clerk of the second department of the city secretary office. She is usually very busy. When she is busy, she sees people from all walks of life. She is a little more reserved. Today, she rarely has a day off, and she had a great time eating and chatting with Fang Zhuo.

Even her talk was still a little unfinished after the meal.

This person was very bright and affectionate on the stage. He was very cautious and cunning before and after the small banquet last night. When we meet again today, I think he is very funny and humorous, which is really interesting.

Liu Yangyang had left a phone call with Fang Zhuo last night. Before leaving today, thinking about the identity of the other party's Internet entrepreneurial boss, she took the initiative to exchange the current trendy QQ account. Although she applied by herself, this chat software has only been used two or three times.

At 01:30 in the afternoon, Fang Zhuo returned to the hotel and met Zhou Xin who was still eating instant noodles at noon.

"Xiao Zhou, didn't I say reimbursement? What's the matter with you eating instant noodles all the time?"

Zhou Xin was already looking forward to a noon: "Brother Fang, I don't know what to eat. I tried to find stationmaster Li but couldn't find it. I went out to look at the lake view, and then it was almost time. How did you talk at noon? Sample?"

"How about what?" Fang Zhuo was inexplicable. "It's just a familiar face to make friends. What do you think of me?"

"Oh, I thought... I thought I could get a certain welfare policy." Zhou Xin couldn't hide his disappointment.

Fang Zhuo was dumbfounded: "Xiao Liu is not a secretary-general or a deputy secretary-general. She may be used relatively, but she is definitely limited. If she really had a higher status, she wouldn't do the job of running errands to pick me up."

Zhou Xin: "...Well, Secretary Liu is pretty."

Fang Zhuo glanced at Director Zhou, who apparently had no love experience, and said lightly, "Her working environment, being beautiful is not necessarily a good thing."

Zhou Xin: "?"

Fang Zhuo didn't have the heart to continue talking. His task this afternoon was quite heavy and he needed to arrive at the venue ahead of time.

As a person who knows the bosses of later generations, he may have been too focused on his own affairs all day yesterday, and he didn't remember it until today. It was just yesterday—Ma Huateng called himself "Mr. Fang" and asked him for it himself. When it comes to investing, Ma Den is at the same table with himself, and he is barely able to talk and laugh.

Two horses, that's two horses.

Even if he is reduced to a failure with only a dozen houses in his hands, he can still write a memoir and joke about his life back then.

Therefore, he set the task of the last day of the Internet conference as brushing his face.

Last night, Ma Den also said that he would attend today's meeting.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Fang Zhuo arrived at the venue still wearing a white T-shirt, and then sat directly beside Ma Huateng, who was well-behaved.

"Mr. Fang." Ma Huateng's expression seemed uninterested.

"Mr. Ma, isn't the financing ideal?" Fang Zhuo asked directly.

Ma Huateng hesitated for a while. He always felt that the young boss of the registered network was a little familiar, but he might be young: "It's difficult, and the performance is not good."

"The performance is not good?" Fang Zhuo was shocked.

"The situation this year is relatively severe. The few companies I have contacted are either too cautious, or the lions are open-mouthed." Ma Huateng smiled bitterly, "It's very difficult."

Fang Zhuo thought about it for a while. He couldn't remember the development history of QQ during this period, but he vaguely remembered that the news of Xiaochao's shareholding and selling was all the rage. ?"

"I've looked for it. Our company has investment in Hong Kong, but they are unwilling." Ma Huateng looked serious. "They feel that investing money is a bottomless pit and it is difficult to make a profit. I guess they are thinking about how to sell our shares."

Mom, I once had a share of Tencent in front of me... If you have no money, you have no money, so you have to get over it!

Fang Zhuo immediately asked earnestly, "How much money do you need?"

"$200 million." Ma Huateng offered calmly. He didn't think this young man had the ability.

Fang Zhuo thought for a moment and asked, "Mr. Ma, can you give me a QQ number 5? My current number is 7, so it's not easy to remember."

Young man, your turning point is a bit blunt, Ma Huateng smiled.

He agreed: "No problem, Mr. Fang, just hoping to use your registration network in Yangcheng, I have to give you one too, just 95995."

"Why this number?" Fang Zhuo was puzzled.

"The homonym 'Save me save me', does it have something to do with the original intention of your registration network?" Ma Huateng said with a smile.

Fang Zhuo was speechless, this homonym... Ma, do you still have such fun?

The two were talking, and Zheng Lang, senior vice president of Sequoia Capital, who was walking behind in the sound of greetings, quickly walked to the front.

"Mr. Fang, don't forget to go to Luzhou tomorrow." Zheng Lang said succinctly, "How many people are you here? Let my secretary book the train tickets."

"Okay, okay." Fang Zhuo responded, glanced at the secretary behind Zheng Lang, thought about it, and pointed back, "There are only two on my side, that is Zhou Xin, the technical director of our website. ."

Zheng Lang was a busy man. He turned around and left, leaving the secretary to handle small matters.

When the secretary wrote down Fang Zhuo's ID card information and left, Fang Zhuo turned his head and found that Ma Huateng's eyes were very bright.

"Mr. Ma, what's wrong?" Fang Zhuo wondered, "Don't want to give 95995?"

"No, Sequoia is going to vote for you?" Ma Huateng rolled his eyes a bit funny, not a big boss at all.

Fang Zhuo nodded slightly: "It's possible, I haven't discussed it yet. I don't know what Sequoia Capital's investment style is."

"Then your website has money to invest in our company, save me, save me." Ma Huateng said half-truth.

"How can there be such misappropriation." Fang Zhuo laughed for a while, and he said righteously, "I am not someone who misappropriated the company's assets."

Ma Huateng sighed and asked, "Are you familiar with Mr. Zheng from Sequoia?"

Fang Zhuo said, "Didn't you find him for financing?"

"I found it, he thinks our business model is not good." Ma Huateng said honestly.

Fang Zhuo said decisively: "I'm not familiar with it. Remember, old horse, Fang Zhuo is very optimistic about your future. Hey, hey, the host is going to take the stage. Chat after the meeting, I'll invite you to dinner."

Ma Huateng looked at Fang Zhuo's figure and walked back in the row. He touched his chin and said to himself, "Am I very old?"

Speaking of which, he should only be a few years older than him.

(End of this chapter)