signingbooks Chapter 570 Project Passed
Chapter 570 Project Passed
A brief silence fell over the meeting room.
Mr. Liang, who had just objected, lowered his head and flipped through the meeting materials in front of him, remaining silent.
The other shareholder representatives exchanged glances. One of the female shareholder representatives put down her pen and looked back and forth between Fu Yibai and Tencent's Ma.
"I agree with Mr. Fu's judgment."
My initial concern was mainly about regulatory uncertainties, but since both the first and second largest shareholders believe this direction is worth investing in, I'm withdrawing my previous reservations.
Tencent's Ma straightened up from the back of his chair and placed his hands on the table.
"Now that everyone has reached a basic consensus, let me explain the specific implementation plan."
He opened a notebook in front of him, which was filled with handwritten annotations.
"The WeChat Pay project was overseen by Lai Zhiming, with core personnel drawn from the Social Network Business Group for technology development and product design. The first version of the product was completed within three months of internal testing."
The expansion of offline merchants will be coordinated by Ren Yuxin, starting with pilot programs in Shenzhen and Guangzhou. Once the business model is proven successful, it will be rolled out nationwide.
He closed his notebook and glanced at the shareholders present.
"Regarding the budget, I propose an initial investment of no less than 500 million RMB for technology research and development, merchant subsidies, and user promotion."
The finance department will submit a detailed fund allocation plan by next Wednesday.
No one raised any further objections.
The meeting ended at 4 p.m.
The shareholder representatives left the meeting room one after another, leaving only Fu Yibai and Tencent's Ma.
Tencent's Ma stuffed his laptop into his backpack and stood up to stretch his shoulders.
"Thank you for today, Mr. Fu."
I spoke with Mr. Liang privately twice, but he hasn't given a clear answer.
Your words just now were a great help.
"I was just stating what I saw."
Fu Yibai also stood up and draped his suit jacket over his arm.
"Don't leave tonight, I'll treat you to dinner."
Tencent patted him on the shoulder.
"I wanted to invite you when I went to Beijing last time, but you went to San Francisco instead."
"OK."
Tencent's Ma took him to a private restaurant hidden in an old industrial area in Shekou.
The shop is small, and there isn't even a sign at the entrance, but the seafood inside is brought directly from Shekou Fishing Port that day.
The two sat in a private room on the second floor, with the night view of Shekou Port outside the window. The lights on the container terminal were reflected on the sea, breaking into a flowing golden hue.
Tencent's Ma opened a bottle of good wine and poured half a glass for each of them.
The two chatted over drinks, their conversation ranging from mobile payments to cloud computing, artificial intelligence, and electric vehicles, before circling back to movies and games.
After finishing a bottle of wine, the two of them completely abandoned their conversation about work.
Tencent's Ma talked about his first experience with computers in college and how he only slept four hours a day when he was working on OICQ.
Fu Yibai listened quietly, occasionally chiming in with a word or two, but mostly just holding a wine glass and drinking with him.
It was almost midnight when the party ended.
Tencent's driver took Fu Yibai back to the hotel, and it was already 12:30 when he checked in at the front desk.
At nine o'clock the next morning, Fu Yibai boarded a flight back to Beijing.
The plane landed at Beijing Capital International Airport at 11:30 a.m.
Zhang Xinyu was waiting for him at the VIP exit; his car was already parked in the parking lot.
"Mr. Fu, how did things go?"
"good."
Fu Yibai opened the car door and sat in the back seat.
The car drove out of the airport and headed towards the villa area of the capital.
When they returned to the villa, Fan Binbin was sitting on the living room sofa flipping through a script, while Li Dabai leaned against her reading a book, with a light gray cashmere blanket draped over his lap.
Qin Lan was busy in the kitchen, the sounds of spatulas and the aroma of cooking oil wafting out from the half-open kitchen door.
"You're back?"
Fan Binbin put down the script and stood up from the sofa.
Fu Yibai changed into slippers and walked over, kissing her on the cheek and then kissing Li Dabai on the forehead.
"Are there only three of you at home?"
"No, Rongrong and Yanyan are upstairs taking care of the child."
Jenny, Tangtang, and Mengying went shopping.
Fan Binbin reported everyone's movements in one breath, and then pinched his cheek.
Li Dabai closed the book and placed it on the coffee table, then extended his hand to Fu Yibai.
"Come here and let me hug you."
Fu Yibai sat down on the edge of the sofa and turned to let her hug him.
Li Dabai buried his face in his chest, stayed quietly for a few seconds, then let go and leaned back into the sofa.
"Is the matter with Tencent resolved?"
"Of course, with your man involved, it's a piece of cake."
"Binbin, what script are you reading? Is there a new movie coming out?"
"No, I was just looking around."
My agent brought me several notebooks, but I didn't accept any of them.
I'm bored now, so I'll just read it like a novel.
"Alright, stop talking."
Tell Rongrong and the others to come down for dinner.
Qin Lan poked her head out of the kitchen and called out.
"I'll go."
Fan Binbin put down the script, got up and walked upstairs.