Yang Yi didn't plan to open a store on the weekend, but he couldn't repay his request from Ding Xiang, so the coffee shop on this corner still hung a sign on the weekend.

But Ding Xiang didn't forget what Yang Yi asked her about, she used the time to rest at noon and at night, and Mao Peifu sorted out the list of technical and design experts, which of course also had to ask for the consent of the parties, and the process was a little more tortuous, but on Monday, they sorted out the list and gave it to Yang Yi.

Mao Peifu also followed, this girl's aura was different as soon as she appeared, she was in a hurry, and she did things neatly.

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

Ding Xiang was a little afraid that his senior sister would have a conflict with Brother Yang, so he pulled Mao Peifu's sleeve worriedly.

"It's okay, it's not impossible to say this, I mainly want to make two websites, both of which belong to social networking sites, but different types of social networking sites. Yang Yi waved his hand, he took out a stack of printer paper, handed it to Mao Peifu, and said with a slight smile, "I drew the general structure for you, and then I need your people to join my project and help me make this idea into a real thing." ”

Yang Yi's plan to Mao Peifu revealed many details, but he was not afraid of divulging, because this perfect concept had been registered with the copyright society, and others could not move.

Of course, although the world's copyright society is fully protected, it is not just anyone who can register a patent for any idea of their own, this kind of conceptual patent has a very high threshold, and Yang Yi also almost wrote the complete architecture and internal function division in no more detail, so he applied for this concept patent.

Although the plan for Mao Peifu can be said to be able to make the product he originally wanted as long as it is taken by someone with a heart, it doesn't matter, the copyright society can completely protect Yang Yi's rights and interests.

Mao Peifu opened this stack of plans, and was first shocked by the two websites that Yang Yi drew the original appearance, and she couldn't help but read out these two names: "Weibo and Facebook?"

"That's right, one is a social networking site for sharing real-time text messages, and the other is a social networking site with a personal homepage, which is somewhat similar to a private blog, but simpler and more focused on its social features. Yang Yi nodded.

I don't know why, Mao Peifu looked at this plan, carefully looked at the function introductions, and felt that a new world was being presented in front of her eyes, and her strong heart couldn't help but make waves.

Mao Peifu secretly clenched her fists, but she still held back her excitement and asked Yang Yi cautiously first: "Mr. Yang, this project is really good, but I want to know, how much money can you invest in it?"

The question she asked was actually a bit beyond her current identity, but Mao Peifu thought more, and she couldn't care about Ding Xiang's anxious eyes.

Yang Yi didn't want to say it, but he didn't care, and said: "I will invest eight million in the early stage, which includes employees' salaries, bonuses, and initial operation and promotion expenses, and then if there is a certain effect, I will add 10 million, or more!"

At present, he can only take out 8 million, which is still the money from the sale of the TV series copyrights of the two books and other copyright income, and the largest integer he can take out after deducting the donations he will make to Zhu Luyan's Hope Primary School project every month and the usual family expenses!

This amount of money smashed into the Internet, in fact, I can't even see a splash, but it is enough for the construction of these two websites and the initial server purchase and other expenses! What's more, Yang Yi directly gave them a perfect version of the product that has been revised and innovated countless times, reducing the project team's exploration and hard work. Maybe there will be a surplus of 8 million initial investment!

The big pie painted by Yang Yi still made Mao Peifu completely convinced, although her family background is good, this girl still wants to make a certain career and achievements to prove herself.

"I also want to join this project, I can help you manage personnel and help you deal with public relations problems!" Mao Peifu looked at Yang Yi with an urgent look, "I don't need a salary now." ”

"And what do you want?"

"I want a promise of options for the future!"

……

After all, he was not familiar with Mao Peifu, and of course Yang Yi would not promise her immediately, but he still gave Mao Peifu the opportunity to participate.

In the follow-up work, Mao Peifu has been influenced by her family since she was a child, and her management ability honed by the work of the student union has gradually shown, and the two tasks of this project, personnel arrangement, and time control have been sorted out by her in an orderly manner.

Not only that, but under her management, the immature or frizzy college students have run in with each other very well, and even if there are occasional small disputes, there are no major problems.

Naturally, Mao Peifu also won the option promise of a future startup for herself, of course, these are all later stories!

……

After finalizing the two websites Weibo and Facebook, Yang Yi should have a headache for his daughter's complaints......

"It's so hard to write, Baba, why is Xixi's name so difficult to write?" The little girls were aggrieved and held their cheeks, pouted, and sat sullenly in front of the newly bought children's desk, "Qiqi and Chen Shiyun's names are not difficult to write!"

After a week of learning strokes, the teachers began to assign a new task, which was that each child should learn to write his or her own name.

Now it's okay, some children with complicated names want to cry, such as Lan Xin, and Yang Xi......

Yang Luoqi, Chen Shiyun, Nan Zhaoyu, the names of these three children are all three words, but the three words are relatively simple, compared to the two words Yang Xi and Lan Xin, it is still a lot easier to write!

"Why can't Xixi be called Yang Yiyi? This is easy to write?" said the little girl.

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

Faced with his daughter's complaints, Yang Yi could only smile bitterly.

I can't help it!

If he knew that his daughter would complain all night today, Yang Yi would probably give his daughter the simplest name, even if it sounded homophonic with his own name......

Fortunately, Yang Yi is very good at dealing with his daughter, he helped his daughter wrap the hair hanging down between her temples behind her ears, and said with a slight smile: "Is this good? Today, Dad accompanies Xixi to write your name together, write very big and very big characters, write a few times, and you will definitely be able to learn it! Then if Xixi learns, Dad will tell you more stories about Journey to the West tonight." ”

"Where did you talk about it last time? Did you say that Tang Seng was caught by a monster, and then Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie went over and fought in Huoyun Cave?" Yang Yi smiled, "Do you know that Xixi, this monster is a child, and his father is actually the Bull Demon King, the eldest brother of Sun Wukong when he made trouble in the sky!"

"Really?Little child monster?Who is the Bull Demon King?Isn't it particularly powerful?" Xixi was suddenly attracted by Yang Yi, forgetting the little resentment just now, and looked at his father with two big eyes, and asked expectantly.

She forgot the story of the Bull Demon King, but she still remembered the havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

"If you want to learn to write first, Dad will come and hold your hand to teach you how to write?" Yang Yi asked gently.

"Okay then!" the little girl was suddenly full of motivation, and she took the initiative to stuff her little hand holding the pen into her father's big hand.