House Dad's Literary Life

Chapter 213 – Yang Xi Is So Difficult To Write!

Yang Yi originally didn’t plan to open the shop on the weekend, but he couldn’t resist the persistent request from Ding Xiang who wanted to repay him. So, the Street Corner’s Coffee Shop still put up its sign on the weekend.

But Ding Xiang did not forget about what Yang Yi had asked of her. She used her lunch and evening break time to organize a list of technical and design experts with Mao Peifu. Of course, they also had to seek the consent of the people involved, which made the process a bit more complicated. However, by Monday, they had sorted out the list and presented it to Yang Yi.

Mao Peifu also came along. As soon as this girl appeared, her aura was different. She was efficient and straightforward in her work.

“This is the list, and this stack is a copy of some of their award-winning works. But may I ask what kind of project Mr. Yang wants to do?” Mao Peifu asked directly.

Ding Xiang was a bit afraid that her senior sister would have a conflict with Big Brother Yang, so she anxiously pulled Mao Peifu’s sleeve.

“It’s okay. This is not something that can’t be said. I mainly want to create two websites, both of which are social networking sites but of different types.”Yang Yi waved his hand and took out a stack of printed paper, and handed it to Mao Peifu. He smiled slightly and said, “I have drawn up the general framework for you, and I need your people to join my project and help me turn this idea into reality.”

Yang Yi revealed many details in the project proposal he gave to Mao Peifu, but he wasn’t afraid to disclose it because the comprehensive concept had already been registered with the Copyright Association, and others couldn’t move it.

Of course, although the copyright association in this world provided complete protection, not just anyone could register any random idea as a patent. This kind of concept patent has a very high threshold. Yang Yi had written the complete architecture and internal functions in almost minute detail, so he was able to successfully apply for this concept patent.

Although the proposal given to Mao Peifu could allow someone with intentions to completely create the product that he had originally envisioned, it didn’t matter. The copyright association could fully protect Yang Yi’s rights.

Mao Peifu opened the stack of project proposals and was shocked to see the original appearance of the two websites that Yang Yi had drawn. She couldn’t help but read out the names of the two sites, “Weibo and Facebook?”

“That’s right. One is a social networking site for sharing real-time short messages, and the other is a social networking site that focuses on personal homepages. The latter is a bit similar to a private blog, but with simpler operation and more emphasis on its social function.” Yang Yi nodded.

For some reason, as Mao Peifu read through the project proposal, carefully reviewing each function introduction, she felt that a brand new world was unfolding before her eyes, and her powerful heart couldn’t help but be stirred.

Mao Peifu secretly clenched her fists, but she still restrained her excitement and cautiously asked Yang Yi, “Mr. Yang, this project is indeed good, but I want to know how much capital you can invest in it?”

The question she asked was actually a bit beyond her current status, but Mao Peifu was thinking more deeply, and she had no time to worry about Ding Xiang’s anxious eyes.

Yang Yi could have chosen not to answer, but he didn’t mind and said, “I’ll invest 8 million yuan in the initial stage, which includes employee salaries, bonuses, and initial operation and promotion costs. If it shows some results, I’ll add another 10 million yuan or more!”

At present, he could only come up with 8 million yuan, which was the money he received from selling the TV drama copyrights of two books and the gradual income from other copyrights, minus the donations he would give to Zu Luyan’s Hope Primary School project1 every month and his usual household expenses, which was the largest amount he could come up with!

This amount of money, when invested in the Internet, may not even make a splash, but it was enough for the construction of these two websites and the initial purchase of servers and other expenses! Moreover, Yang Yi directly provided them with a comprehensive version of the product that had been revised and innovated countless times, which reduced the project team’s trial and error efforts. Perhaps the initial investment of 8 million yuan would even have some surplus!

The big pie that Yang Yi had drawn up completely convinced Mao Peifu. Although her family background was good, this girl still wanted to achieve certain accomplishments and prove herself.

“I want to join this project too. I can help you manage personnel and handle public relations issues!” Mao Peifu looked at Yang Yi with eager eyes, “I can work without a salary for now.”

“So, what do you want?”

“I want a promise of future stock options!”

……

After all, Yang Yi was not familiar with Mao Peifu, so Yang Yi certainly would not immediately make a promise to her, but he still gave Mao Peifu the opportunity to participate.

In the subsequent development of the project, Mao Peifu’s management abilities, which were cultivated by her family and honed through her work in the student union, gradually emerged. The division of labor, personnel arrangement, and time coordination of the two tasks of the project were all well organized under her leadership.

Moreover, under her management, the immature and impetuous university students were able to work well together, and even if there were occasional minor disputes, no major problems arose.

Naturally, Mao Peifu also won a promise of future stock options for herself in the startup company, but these are all stories for later!

……

After finalizing the two websites, Weibo and Facebook, Yang Yi had to worry about his daughter’s complaints again…

“It’s so hard to write, Papa, why is Xixi’s name so hard to write?” The little girl sat in the newly bought children’s desk, pouting and resting her chin on her hands, looking unhappy, “Qiqi and Chen Shiyun’s names are not hard to write!”

After studying strokes for a week, the teachers began to assign a new task, which was that every child should learn to write their own name.

Now, some children with complicated stroke names wanted to cry, like Lan Xin and Yang Xi…

Yang Luoqi, Chen Shiyun, and Nan Zhaoyu, the name of these three children were all three characters, but their three characters were relatively simple. Compared to Yang Xi and Lan Xin, which had only two characters, they were still much easier to write! 2

“Papa, why can’t Xixi be called Yang Yiyi?3That’s easy to write!” the little girl said with a big imagination.

Later, Yang Yi learned from other parents that there was indeed a child named Xiao Yiyi in another class, but he was a boy.

Faced with his daughter’s complaints, Yang Yi could only respond with a bitter smile.

There was no way!

When Murphy named Xixi, he wasn’t even there! If he knew he would be complained by his daughter all night, Yang Yi would probably give her the simplest name, even if it sounded like his own name…

Fortunately, Yang Yi was very good at dealing with his daughter. He helped her tuck her hair behind her ears and smiled slightly, saying, “How about this? Today, Papa will accompany Xixi to write her name, write it very big several times. I’m sure you’ll learn it!! Then if Xixi learns it, Papa will tell you an extra story from Journey to the West tonight.”

“Where did we leave off last time? Did we talk about Tang Monk being captured by a monster, and then Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie went to fight in Huoyun Cave?” Yang Yi smiled and said, “Do you know, Xixi, this monster is actually a little child, and his father is actually Niu Mo Wang, Sun Wukong’s big brother when he made trouble in heaven!”

“Really? A little child monster? Who is Niu Mo Wang? Is he very powerful?” Xixi was immediately attracted by Yang Yi’s words, and she forgot her small grievances just now. Her two big eyes sparkled as she looked at her father, eagerly asking.

She forgot about the story of Niu Mo Wang, but she still remembered Sun Wukong making trouble in the Heavenly Palace.

“We need to learn how to write first. Should Papa hold your hand to teach you how to write well?” Yang Yi asked gently.

“Okay!” The little girl was immediately full of motivation and took the initiative to put her small hand holding the pen into her father’s big hand.