HBWnovel Chapter 385 Wang Congcong really has something in her belly.
Chapter 385 Wang Congcong really has something in her belly.
Strangely enough, although it has been less than 24 hours since they met, the two of them have already lost all awkwardness when they talk. They joke around, tease each other, and expose each other's shortcomings, as familiar as old friends who have known each other for more than ten years.
Friendship between men can sometimes be so simple and so inexplicable.
After being yelled at by Ye Fan, Wang Congcong also put away her "sour lemon" face.
He took a big gulp of tea, cleared his throat, and the nonchalant look on his face quickly faded, replaced by an unusually serious expression: "Old Ye, I've been working on a project lately."
He cut to the chase, his eyes filled with anticipation and inquiry: "I'm not short on cash, but the waters ahead are too deep for me to navigate alone. I was wondering if you'd be interested in... lending a hand to your brother?"
He paused, seemingly feeling that "give a hand" wasn't quite right, and added, "Or rather, lend a hand, support your brother in times of need!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan's lips curled into a knowing smile. He lightly tapped the table with his fingertips and uttered three words: "PandaTV?"
Wang Congcong's eyes widened instantly, her face filled with surprise: "Huh? How did you know? I haven't even told anyone about this yet!"
Ye Fan chuckled: "Old Fang mentioned it to me once, didn't you ask him for alms before?"
"Wow! I see!"
Wang Congcong slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing what was going on. He then said seriously, "That's right, that's the main purpose of my trip to Jiangnan. I also have to go to Shanghai in a couple of days. I want to get a few more 'our own people' at the table before the formal banquet starts, to make the setup more stable!"
Before Ye Fan could respond, he quickened his pace and his eyes sharpened, clearly indicating that he had given this project considerable thought:
"I'll sell everything I own; I definitely have enough initial capital to burn through! But I'm extremely optimistic about the live streaming industry! What I'm worried about is what happens later—once we've built up the market and the aroma has spread, those 'sharks' will come smelling the scent!"
He used an even more ferocious metaphor.
"Live streaming platforms are a bottomless pit! User growth, bandwidth costs, streamer contracts... all of these require real money to pour in. I don't want to wait until things are desperate, my cash flow is about to dry, and then I have to beg and plead for investment! By then it will be too late!"
Wang Congcong's tone carried a barely perceptible hint of anxiety: "By then, for the sake of life-saving money, we'll have to agree to any conditions, letting the wolf into the house, the shareholders seizing power, and we won't know who will listen to the company anymore! I can't let someone else take away the child I raised with my own hands!"
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed intently on Ye Fan: "So, before the fighting even begins, I want to bring in a few true brothers like Lao Fang and you—people with both ability and shared ideals! This will help us share the risks and solidify our foundation! Only then will I feel at ease!"
"Damn it!" Ye Fan couldn't help but curse, and his gaze towards Wang Congcong instantly changed!
He knew the "future"! PandaTV ultimately failed due to a broken funding chain and was squeezed out by giants!
What truly shocked him was that this young master Wang, who was like a "philosophical simp" in matters of the heart, actually possessed such keen business acumen and foresight!
He has already foreseen the potential capital squeeze in the future and has begun to lay out defensive measures in advance!
Damn it!
No wonder he was able to make such a success of e-sports and live streaming in his previous life; it wasn't all thanks to his father!
This guy's got some serious stuff inside!
Wang Congcong himself grew up in the capital circle, so he knows all too well the nature of those "vulture capitalists".
They swarm in with their glamorous exteriors, drawn by the scent of blood, but once they've squeezed out all the value, they're gone faster than anyone else, leaving behind a mess.
Wang Congcong was taken aback by Ye Fan's sudden swearing and changed gaze: "Old Ye? What's wrong with you? Why are you so startled?"
"Ooh! I'm okay!"
Ye Fan quickly composed himself, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and said, "I just think... your idea is quite visionary."
He gave a vague compliment.
"How can one not have foresight?"
Wang Congcong gave a bitter laugh, tinged with self-deprecation, but her eyes were incredibly clear: "I know those 'wolves' all too well. I'm genuinely afraid of getting stuck in the mud and not being able to get out!"
He used the metaphor of a "quagmire".
As soon as he finished speaking, Valentina and Irina, who were sitting next to Ye Fan, both showed extremely confused and trying hard to understand expressions.
They can communicate in Chinese without any problems, but complex metaphors and business slang such as "mud pit," "deep water," "shark," and "vulture" are beyond their comprehension.
Especially when they heard Wang Congcong say "deeply mired in the mud," the two beauties subconsciously and in perfect unison looked down at their expensive, exquisite skirts and smooth calves, then exchanged puzzled glances, their emerald green and icy blue eyes conveying the same silent question:
"Mud pit? Where's it dirty? We're perfectly clean! Did we get something dirty while playing shooting?" (They completely misunderstood the metaphorical meaning of "mud pit," thinking it was real mud!).
This adorable misunderstanding created a wonderfully charming contrast with the serious business atmosphere inside the private room.
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Ye Fan did not answer immediately.
He picked up the celadon teacup that Irina had just filled, the rising steam blurring his calm gaze.
For a moment, only the faint chirping of birds outside the window and the soft sound of Valentina gently massaging the shoulders could be heard inside the private room.
After a moment, Ye Fan put down his teacup, refocused his gaze on Wang Congcong's expectant face, and said in a steady and clear voice, "I can vote."
Wang Congcong's eyes lit up instantly.
Ye Fan continued, his tone carrying an unquestionable certainty: "Furthermore, I promise two things: First, I will never interfere with any of the platform's daily management and operational decisions; second, I will respect your core position as the founder and helmsman, and you will control the strategic direction."
He paused, then posed the core question: "So, how many shares are you willing to give me?"
This statement was crisp and to the point, almost exactly the ideal investor Wang Congcong could be!
He suppressed his excitement, leaned forward slightly, and asked, "Old Ye, how much money can you... at most? I need to have a better idea."
He needs to assess how much of a share Ye Fan's strength is worthy of.
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan's lips curled into a mysterious smile.
In my past life, PandaTV's valuation soared to 24 billion after its first round of financing, and that was just the beginning.
He leaned back in the soft chair, his posture relaxed yet carrying an invisible pressure, and said casually, "It's simple, however many shares you're willing to give me, that's how much I'll pay."
"hiss......"
Wang Congcong took a deep breath; those seemingly light words carried a tremendous weight!
This is not just a display of financial strength, but also an absolute trust in the project's prospects and a high degree of recognition of Wang Congcong himself!