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Woken up by the alarm clock left behind by Wu Ming, Jiang Yizhou still admired him a bit. The 6 AM alarm was something Wu Ming had put a lot of effort into, but in the realm of the Internet, or any field really, things that are easily replaceable aren't worth much.
He pulled open the bedroom curtains and took out his toiletries from the suitcase, heading to the bathroom to freshen up.
Last night, he had spent a long time tidying up the house. He and Song Rushi only managed to clean their respective bedrooms. With a million dollars in investment, Jiang Yizhou wanted to stretch that money as far as possible; wasting it on renting a villa was something he couldn't afford to do.
"You’re awake too. Why don’t you sleep a bit longer?" He looked at himself in the mirror. Song Rushi also had heavy dark circles under her eyes as she started washing up beside him. He had managed to rest well after getting off the plane and even took another nap, so he felt pretty good. However, Song Rushi had been busy until late at night before finally sleeping.
"I’m used to it. Otherwise, how could I live up to your trust?" Song Rushi splashed cold water on her face vigorously. After waking up, she glanced at Jiang Yizhou in the mirror and thought how infuriating it was to work with this kind of boss!
If he were a strict and meticulous supervisor, it would be easier to feel like one misstep would earn a reprimand. That would be a good choice: either grit your teeth and endure or walk away. But with someone like Jiang Yizhou, it felt more like playing house—awkward and frustrating. Since he trusted her so much, if she didn’t perform well, he would probably just replace her.
Sometimes trust could be excessive; other times it felt too casual. But who could blame him? He was the boss!
"I plan to toast some bread for a simple breakfast. Do you want some? If not, there’s a McDonald's not far outside!" Song Rushi called from the kitchen while looking for ingredients.
Jiang Yizhou poked his head out of the bedroom. "Let’s eat here!" He was still busy tidying up his room.
Jiang Yizhou felt increasingly anxious. What he was doing now had already surpassed what he could achieve in his previous life—starting a company? Managing it and making it thrive? And in a foreign country at that?
He couldn’t adapt quickly; most of what he did in the past year was within his capabilities. Before accepting venture capital and formally establishing the company, he had done manual labor before; training teachers alongside Brother Sun helped him get familiarized with things. Working at Jinshan was just continuing his previous career.
Since founding the company, watching his team grow stronger and seeing his orders transformed into actionable plans by his subordinates filled many people with hope through his speeches.
This world is materialistic; even if Jiang Yizhou had been reborn, he believed this to be true—perhaps it was the existence of things unknown to him that created all of this.
The changes in people can always be traced back; transforming from a 996 worker without dreams into a leader of a company with great prospects made him extremely anxious.
Excitement or worry about messing up, perhaps both. It was just navigating a small boat through the rivers, but now, due to the timing in his mind, he had caught the winds and waves, rising with the tide, yet felt both exhilarated and fearful at the crest of the wave.
“BSS, you’re not carsick again, are you? I’m driving pretty steadily!” Song Rushi noticed Jiang Yizhou's expression and pointed to the box of motion sickness pills. “If you're feeling sick, don’t hold back!”
Jiang Yizhou shook his head and gave Song Rushi a smile that was slightly better than a crying face. “I’m just a bit anxious. It’s a foreign country, everything is unfamiliar. I’m not good with strangers!”
Song Rushi nodded. Children often hide behind their parents when they see strangers, looking at them with fear; it made sense. She showed an understanding expression. “It’s okay. You’re the Boss; who would dare to disrespect you?”
“I can’t shake the feeling that you’re treating me like a child, which is quite annoying!” Jiang Yizhou shot her a glance, wondering what had happened to her that made her so strange.
Perhaps it was because he arrived too early; Jiang Yizhou did not receive the welcome treatment from his subordinates lining up for him. Or maybe he was just overthinking it. It wasn’t until Schmidt, who was primarily responsible for management, arrived that he began to communicate.
Schmidt was a straightforward person. “BSS, you finally made it! Wu has finally left; what a relief!”
What else could Jiang Yizhou do? He awkwardly smiled back at him. “Was Wu Ming’s work here really that bad?”
Schmidt exaggerated his gestures. “Absolutely terrible! Wu was impossible to communicate with here; no one wanted to work under him!”
Then Schmidt went on about various grievances, clearly harboring resentment for a long time. However, Jiang Yizhou could only trust about half of what he said. “You can focus on your work now; Wu has returned to China. Let’s not dwell on this anymore.”
Fortunately, Jiang Yizhou's spoken language was decent enough. After all, being in America meant he couldn’t expect everyone in the company to accommodate him by speaking Chinese. He communicated individually with each employee—there were only about ten people in total—and after going through them one by one, along with Zhang Xiaolong's three people, Jiang Yizhou became increasingly insecure about his abilities. This wasn’t something that could be doubled or made invincible just by crossing time and space.
“So, how are you getting along with the original team?”
Zhang Xiaolong quickly got into the groove but was still in unfamiliar territory. “It might take some time to adjust, but it won’t delay progress!”
He thought Jiang Yizhou was there to urge progress, so he replied concisely.
Jiang Yizhou encouraged Soothe for a while and then began to outline the progress. The market sometimes reacts very quickly, but it can also be exceptionally slow. From its inception to now, the Instant Messaging software on the market has not shown much improvement compared to its early days.
Although it has been left behind, it firmly holds the second position in the market. There are many imitations of the software available, but none have gained significant traction; the strong remain strong, while the weak become weaker.
After downloading one piece of software, he analyzed whether there had been any changes compared to history. The fact proves that competition leads to progress. Although the model has not been adopted, many design concepts have come closer.
It's quite good; it's not that I'm afraid of you copying me, but rather that I'm afraid you develop your own characteristics. Following trends blindly like this is generally not something to worry about.
It seems there's no need to be so anxious!
"Old Zhou, are you one of our investors?" Xiong Xiaoge had been in the United States for a while and was not very familiar with many things. It wasn't until Zhou Quan told him that China had invested in an "American" company that he realized it was a product they had invested in.
Zhou Quan laughed heartily, "I think you should go talk to him; he's quite an interesting guy!"
After chatting with Zhou Quan, Xiong Xiaoge wanted to gather more information about Jiang Yizhou. There wasn't much content available, and many things were hard to find. What he could basically know was related to events since Jiang Yizhou founded the company. It was truly a case of unexpected twists—what blooms behind the wall smells sweet outside.
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