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"Come in!" Jiang Yizhou said without looking up.
"Hey, Tony, it's us!" Two people, covered in injuries, walked in.
Larry Page had a bandage wrapped around his head, while Sergey looked much better, at least without any visible wounds.
"Bys, if you have something to say, hurry up!" Jiang Yizhou glanced at them and prepared for the worst. He didn't give them a good face. Did they think that because he made their investment too easy, they should not only be ungrateful but also spend the money on frivolous activities?
"Actually, we were planning to have a good time driving around for a few days, but unfortunately, we got into a car accident..." Larry Page stammered.
"So how much did you end up spending?"
"Tony, I haven't congratulated you yet on becoming a new billionaire!"
"S, how much did you spend?"
Sergey finally stopped avoiding Jiang Yizhou's gaze. "Tony, we need the last $100,000. Larry and I promise we will get the search engine up and running!"
"Oh, cool! This time I'll send someone to work with you. I hope you'll like it!" Jiang Yizhou didn't care about the $300,000; he was genuinely worried that his minor adjustments might stifle Google in its infancy—that would be ridiculous.
As for who to send? There was still the straightforward girl. He couldn't handle a character like that—like a heroine from a romantic drama. He wasn't the type who would act aloof on the surface but would reveal his inner turmoil when confronted by such a character.
"Really? Thank you so much, Tony..."
Jiang Yizhou pressed his hand down. "Don't get too excited. The person I'm sending over will be in charge of finances. If you can't get her approval in the future, you'll just have to stay in the garage and quickly get that thing done. You know I’m not short on money!"
Watching the two founders of Google force smiles while worrying about not having money for drinks at the bar, Jiang Yizhou saw Song Rushi's figure appear at the door.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be handling things at the investment company?" Jiang Yizhou asked with concern.
The investment company had a series of offshore holdings and operations. The cash portion Jiang Yizhou received would mostly go into two investment companies after deducting some minor taxes.
In the future, all his living expenses would be charged to Ailumeisi Investment Company; these were necessary work expenses. This was a trick anyone in the world could pull off. If it weren't for the fact that his current funds were somewhat insufficient in a certain sense, he would have wanted to establish a charitable foundation.
Originally, Jiang Yizhou planned to clarify the logic behind these operations with outsourced legal advisors from the Legal Department. The end result was that he got completely confused and gave up trying to understand these matters. Fortunately, there were such dedicated legal professionals available.
For a country, taxation is essential, and for citizens, illegally evading taxes and legally avoiding them are also necessary, especially in a tax-heavy nation like the United States, where filing taxes is harder than taking a math exam.
"Ding Zhengnan...," as soon as the man's girlfriend, Song Rushi, arrived at the table, her expression became much more serious. "She gave you all of her part!"
"Let me invest for her? You really have good insight..."
"No, Sister Ding means it's a gift for you!" Song Rushi corrected him, which made her sigh even more. She had to admit that Ding Zhengnan was truly brave in love, but unfortunately, she ended up with such a man, although she herself had no right to say that.
"Just put it into the company! I will communicate well with her." Jiang Yizhou felt himself sinking deeper and deeper. With such a wonderful girlfriend, if he were a devoted person, perhaps he would be able to walk hand in hand with her into old age.
But was he really that kind of person? Jiang Yizhou couldn't convince himself; he had an unsettled heart.
"Are you okay?" Song Rushi advised. "About what happened in Hong Kong, I don't blame you. I was also bewitched. Since Ding Zhengnan loves you so much, you should treat her well!"
Song Rushi was somewhat swayed.
Jiang Yizhou walked to the desk and hugged Song Rushi from behind, his breath brushing against her ear. "Sister, don't think about these messy things; just leave everything to me! You don't have to do anything but help me take care of myself!"
Jiang Yizhou now understood how he had given up his choices when faced with the girl's heartfelt confession at the beginning.
Giving up meant shirking responsibility; this was something his mother in his past life had not taught him. She only taught him how to survive but never guided him on what he wanted to do.
Perhaps for his simple mother in his previous life, being a clear conscience person was more important than anything else. Or maybe she thought her son was smart and sensible enough to find his own path.
Unfortunately, even in another life, this kind of confusion still permeated Jiang Yizhou's existence. He couldn't make choices; even in business, relying on future insights allowed him to make bold moves, but emotions were different.
Even if one could restart their life a thousand times, they might not encounter the same love again.
Giving up equated to shamefully shifting responsibility—at least in his heart—onto the other person, allowing her to invest her true feelings while she indulged in a somewhat illusory love.
Unknowingly, Jiang Yizhou found himself back on the path of shirking responsibility.
He considered himself a scumbag! Feeling the rigid body in his embrace slowly soften from that moment of giving up.
Unlike in his previous life, he now had the capital of a scumbag, with the ability and aura to attract women.
But what does that matter? Jiang Yizhou did not intend to regret it; having these two women, he did not want to give up either, and who knows, there might be more in the future.
In this new life, regardless of whether he felt guilty or not, he was determined to live brilliantly, to stir up waves in this vast ocean rather than ending his life like a stagnant pool.
...
"Mr. Huntsman, you have won. Two million, congratulations on successfully getting me demoted. We can sign the agreement now; here is the two million dollar check." Shen Qing's weary and dejected expression made Robert Hentzman understand that this time it was indeed real.
He wouldn't raise the price arbitrarily; after all, the two million dollar listing was still up on the auction site, although no one was interested—it was simply too expensive.
However, during the Internet Bubble era, as long as someone recognized your value and could afford it and was willing to pay that amount, then you were worth that much money. The same goes for this domain name.
Because the price was so high, although he gritted his teeth and refused to lower it, he also worried about scaring off potential buyers. So he used the auction site's price as the maximum value.
Now he could be sure that if he added even a dollar more, this woman with poor psychological resilience would likely punch him hard.
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