Chapter 224: Be a Good Person

Actually, investing isn't as complicated as people think. Having meetings and gathering information from multiple sides—that's formal investing.

For someone like Fang Hong, once he knows the other party is going to make it big, he just invests directly.

When Qiang Zi invested in NIO, the other side spent 15 minutes telling their story, and he only took 10 seconds to say "yes"! That casual attitude of his was something else.

As for investing in miHoYo, Fang Hong had Meng Jun, who handled both finance and board secretary duties, take care of it, investing under Fang Hong's personal name.

For equity, Fang Hong only wanted 51%; the remaining three founders could split the rest among themselves—otherwise the share would be too small and they'd lack motivation.

However, miHoYo currently has another shareholder, a man named Jin Zhicheng, who was originally one of the founders but withdrew.

It's said he withdrew only after receiving a job offer from Cisco; whether he regretted it later is unknown.

Although he withdrew, he still held equity in his hands.

After Cai Haoyu and the others returned, they bought back the 13% equity in his hands at a price of 13,000 yuan.

Damn, that's cheap as hell!

At this point, miHoYo's equity structure was officially confirmed: Cai Haoyu 26%, Liu Wei 12%, Luo Yuhao 11%, Fang Hong 51%!

This structure would never change, and there would be no future financing plans either.

Because damn it, they weren't short on money at all. After the three returned, they immediately upgraded everything, setting up an office in SK Tower, a landmark building by the Huangpu River.

Equipment, servers, office space—all replaced with new ones; the old stuff was all tossed to the old man downstairs who picked through trash.

"Brothers, enough said, let's code!"

"Code!"

Cai Haoyu raised his red wine and clinked glasses with his companions; after draining it in one gulp, he began earnestly coding.

Ten million dollars was enough to accelerate miHoYo's growth and bring every idea in their heads to life.

Fang Hong wanted to use money to smash open a path for their unimpeded rise, not like in the original timeline where they stumbled along, taking several years just to develop one Genshin Impact.

It was a complete waste of time, a waste of youth!

Get it out sooner, earn money sooner—these two years were precisely when mobile games were exploding.

Besides, Jade Rabbit currently had no mobile game projects.

Time moved into mid-June. After the recent incident with Ceng Aizi, the entire entertainment circle seemed to have fallen silent.

No one spoke out recklessly, no one bit at others indiscriminately; even the practice of buying Publicity Drafts to smear each other had decreased, making things a little unnerving, with everyone watching and waiting.

The power of the internet was truly no joke—everywhere, all-encompassing, leaving no gap unentered.

That day, Liu Tianxian returned to Beijing, and Fang Hong was ordered to drive and pick her up.

Although the two had some friction, it hadn't reached the point of breaking up and ignoring each other; they still kept in touch as usual, still interacted as usual.

If one incident could negate the other person and lead to breaking up, then their feelings would be far too fragile.

"The weather is really getting hotter and hotter."

Liu Tianxian pulled open the car door and got in, took off her sunglasses and tossed them aside, flipped her long hair back, and fanned herself with her hand.

Fine beads of sweat covered her fair face and neck.

Her long hair hung loose; she wore a crop top that exposed her waist, the skin of her waist rosy and translucent, with jeans on the bottom.

Seeing no movement beside her, Liu Tianxian turned her head: "Why aren't you driving?"

"Looking at you!" Fang Hong said.

"What's there to look at? You see me every day." Liu Tianxian chided him.

"What 'every day'? I haven't even seen you for a month."

Fang Hong leaned forward, bringing himself close to her chest, looked up at her, and teased: "Looking at my little Xiao Feifei, to see if she's angry."

"What would I be angry about? If I got angry, I'd have been angered to death by you long ago." Liu Tianxian shot him a look.

"I know I was wrong, and I know you were doing it for my own good. I'll definitely correct it." Fang Hong raised his hand and swore.

"Last time, okay? Don't do this again in the future. If you do this again, I won't pay you any attention." Liu Tianxian glared.

"Last time you also said it was the last time." Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian lightly patted his face: "Did I say that? Why don't I remember?"

Of course she knew she'd said the same thing last time—it's just that she'd become more tolerant, unable to bring herself to hate this man.

"No, no, I remembered wrong." Fang Hong laughed.

He had just prepared to sit up properly when Liu Tianxian hugged his head: "Listen to me carefully."

Fang Hong leaned against her chest and nodded slightly.

From this position, he could smell the body fragrance mixed with the scent of sweat on her—very pleasant.

"I'm telling you, doing this brings you no benefit at all. Why? Because you've brought a lot of negative things to this circle and to the public; the impact is very bad.

These things won't bring you any gain; on the contrary, they'll make you stop right here, and you'll suffer backlash in the future.

A person must have a clear conscience, must be worthy of everyone—only then can you take control of your own destiny and go further."

Liu Tianxian's voice was very gentle, her words very sincere, her hand gently stroking his rough face.

She didn't mention how that incident went, nor did she say how Fang Hong had done things for her sake in that incident.

Regardless of who it was for, the nature of the incident itself had harmed Fang Hong himself—this was something she was unwilling to see.

This was the man she had given true feelings to; of course she was unwilling to see this man hurt himself—whether in spirit, body, or reputation, she was unwilling to see any of it.

She wanted this man to be well, to be praised by others; she'd have face too, and would feel happy.

If he was scolded, she'd feel so upset she couldn't sleep.

"I understand." Fang Hong knew this was Liu Tianxian teaching him how to protect himself.

"You've just been running too fast, rising too fast, without properly settling yourself down, accepting the identity and status you should have. Take time to think more."

Liu Tianxian cupped his face and looked at him.

This man, from 2010 until now—just two or three years—had walked a path and accumulated what took others several years, even over a decade.

This is faster than imaginable—too fast, so sometimes he still acts with his old style: if you won't submit, I'll kill you.

But it's not bad either—he's become more restrained, like with Zeng Yike, he actually asked for her opinion; that's a big improvement.

The two locked eyes—Liu Tianxian's gaze shone brightly, and Fang Hong, as if infected by it, lowered his head in shame.

"What are you doing? Acting like a devotee." Liu Tianxian, seeing him bow his head, lifted his chin again.

"I've been baptized by you," Fang Hong said.

"Really? Then have you been conquered by my charm?" Liu Tianxian smiled cutely.

"I've been conquered long ago—I'm your good little baby now."

"Hehehe!"

Liu Tianxian laughed, nuzzling her face against his: "As long as you're willing to change, you're still my good little baby."

"Then I'm your baby," Fang Hong cooed.

"You always were," Liu Tianxian giggled.

"Baby wants a kiss."

Fang Hong rubbed against her like a child, utterly cloying.

Liu Tianxian helped him up and kissed his cheek: "There, now remember—be a good person."

"I'll definitely be a good person," Fang Hong promised.

"Alright, drive already—don't block the road," Liu Tianxian nudged him.

As long as this man is willing to listen and change, it's fine; the problem is if he refuses to listen—that's troublesome.

They were still on the road outside the airport; cars passed occasionally, but the vehicle's tinting was so good, no one could see inside.

The car started and sped down the road.

"Hey, I see you've got another email," Liu Tianxian said, looking at her phone—it was his English email.

This was Fang Hong's communication channel with the United States, and it had always been managed by Liu Tianxian.

She understood English; Fang Hong didn't.

After all, Yutu and Zhonghuajia were now two separate independent companies, completely unrelated; to avoid unnecessary trouble, only she could manage it.

After all, Liu Tianxian was one of his most trusted people! "What does it say?" Fang Hong asked, driving.

"A director named Alfonso Cuaron says he wants to adapt your script for Gravity into a movie. How should I reply?" Liu Tianxian turned to look at him.

"Just tell him we have no plans for adaptation right now," Fang Hong said.

"Oh!" Liu Tianxian typed on her phone with ease—she was terrible with a computer keyboard.

The Gravity script, in its original version, was set in a desert survival scenario; only later was it changed to a space setting.

Fang Hong completed and registered the full script in early 2010, and he also had detailed scenes, characters, and plot points.

Later, it was published on ScriptShadow, a professional script review site—back then, Yu Xian had translated it.

After it was posted, this director had even mocked the script—now he wants it again.

"Why do so many people want your scripts? Now another one, Interstellar, is also being requested," Liu Tianxian scrolled her phone, acting strangely.

She hadn't read any of these scripts—she only knew the names.

"Because I write well—artistic, profound, full of depth," Fang Hong bragged.

"Pfft, you only write scripts that spike adrenaline—what depth?" Liu Tianxian didn't believe him for a second.

She meant action-packed thrillers!

Big Shot and Superbody 1 were both thrillers.

"If you can write and shoot a thriller well, that's already impressive—many can't even do that. What do you say?" Fang Hong glanced at her.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Liu Tianxian agreed, not looking at him, replying on her phone: "If others want to collaborate, why not? Get it made sooner—it'd be better."

"I'm saving it to achieve godhood myself," Fang Hong said.

"Achieve godhood? If you can make one art film in your life and win a major award, I'll bow to you," Liu Tianxian said offhandedly.

She knew Fang Hong's level—he wasn't a highly skilled director, just had a very strong team.

After all, they were all carefully selected loyal troops, equipped with the best gear and learning the most advanced knowledge.

"I'm curious—how would you bow to me?" Fang Hong asked.

"How else? Wholeheartedly convinced."

"What about physically convinced?"

Hearing this, Liu Tianxian looked up at him and laughed: "Also convinced!"

"You said that," Fang Hong poked her.

"I said it—any one of the European Big Three will do," Liu Tianxian grinned.

"You're making this too hard for me—I can still compete for Macau Film Festival, but the European Big Three? I've got no chance," Fang Hong said.

"Pfft, look at your pitiful ambition," Liu Tianxian didn't even bother to scold him.

Macau was just a B-grade film festival—no real prestige.

"When you win Best Actress at the Macau Film Festival, I'll come applaud for you," Fang Hong said.

"Don't you dare—don't you dare use your precious hands to clap for me, I couldn't bear it," Liu Tianxian mocked.

They never looked out for each other's good—just like always, they bickered, mocked, and cooed, unaffected by what happened before.

That incident was merely a detour in their lives—it helped them grow, but didn't damage their bond.

(End of Chapter)