175: Chapter 175 A Worthy Opponent, A Match Made in Heaven

Zhao Yang didn't leave 3601 until past eleven o'clock. As he was leaving, he saw Hu Yifei taking eggs out of the refrigerator, likely to make egg-fried rice for Zeng Xiaoxian.

Egg-fried rice—the most important thing in Zeng Xiaoxian's heart.

...

The next day, Zhao Yang spent the day busy with the Procuratorate. The "Cross-Regional Crime Identification and Early Warning System" was to be implemented at the Procuratorate, so he renamed it the "Intelligent Procuratorial Assistance System".

Although the core of this System didn't need to change, many of the input/output interfaces and algorithms required fine-tuning.

This time, Zhao Yang was no longer solely responsible. He brought Prosecutor Qin Wenxuan along to submit a report to the higher-ups, requesting that the Procuratorate also establish a research institution similar to the "Joint Laboratory of Intelligent Investigation" to be specifically responsible for the daily operation, maintenance, and upgrades of this "Intelligent Procuratorial Assistance System".

The Supreme People's Procuratorate had the same intention, so they had the Shanghai Procuratorate take the lead in establishing an "Intelligent Procuratorial Laboratory". This task naturally fell to Zhao Yang, and in addition to being in charge of the Third Branch, he added the title of Laboratory Director to his resume.

As the saying goes, as long as you work hard, there will be an endless amount of work to do.

After getting off work, Zhao Yang returned home to find Lin Wanyu sweating profusely while organizing his property deeds and contracts. Upon seeing Zhao Yang, she immediately said: "Brother Yang, half of these contracts of yours have expired. You've lost at least three million in rent over these three months. I recovered one million today, but there's still over two million left."

Zhao Yang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Wanyu, look at you, still saying you didn't want a management fee; your work today is worth one million."

Lin Wanyu gave a wry smile: "My dear Brother Yang, please stop joking. Wait a moment, let me file these few books."

When Lin Wanyu finished, Zhao Yang had already brewed tea: "Have some. While you're working, feel free to use any of the cigarettes, alcohol, or tea in the house. Otherwise, they'll just expire and get thrown away, which is too wasteful. There's a wine cabinet in the basement filled with wine; if you want some, go get it yourself."

Lin Wanyu rolled her eyes: "Brother Yang, how would I have the time? The drawers in that cabinet of yours are surprisingly huge and packed so full."

Zhao Yang smiled: "How about I give you a raise?"

"That's not what I meant," Lin Wanyu quickly said, "I was just lamenting."

Zhao Yang took out the printed employment contract and said: "This is a template downloaded from the internet. It's relatively simple; take a look and see if there's anything you want to add."

Lin Wanyu didn't even look at it and signed it directly: "I trust that Brother Yang won't cheat me."

Zhao Yang smiled and began handing over his financial accounts to Lin Wanyu, then taught her how to use some automated software. These programs were all written by Zhao Yang himself and were different from those available on the market. Their usability and professionalism stunned Lin Wanyu once again, and once again made her feel the weight of the title of Lifetime Honorary Professor of the Department of Computer Science at Shuimu University.

It was late when Lin Wanyu left. Just as Zhao Yang was about to wash up and go to bed, his phone suddenly rang—it was a call from Huang Yimei.

As soon as he pressed answer, Huang Yimei's crisp voice came through: "Brother Yang, guess where I am?"

Zhao Yang was stunned: "At the entrance of the Wenhua Jiayuan underground garage?"

"Ah? How did you know?"

"I heard the garage barrier alert."

"Oh," Huang Yimei said, feeling dejected, "I wanted to give you a surprise."

Zhao Yang couldn't help but laugh: "Next time, just open the door and come in, and I'll come down to get you."

Hanging up the phone, Zhao Yang went straight to the basement. As soon as he opened the door, he saw an MPV pull up, and the driver was actually Meimei.

"Hi, Brother Yang," Meimei greeted him with a grin, "I'll come to pick up Rose tomorrow morning."

Zhao Yang smiled and nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

The car door opened, and Huang Yimei, bundled up tightly, jumped out and immediately hugged Zhao Yang: "Brother Yang, haha, I'm here."

"Brother Yang, Rose, I won't disturb you two," Meimei called out, then drove away.

Rose jumped directly onto Zhao Yang: "Brother Yang."

Zhao Yang simply carried her into the room and captured her cherry lips. The two of them kissed all the way into the bathroom.

...

Among the three beauties with whom he had established a bond, Zhao Yang's intimate moments with Huang Yimei were the fewest. It wasn't because of Huang Yimei's fame, nor was it because of Zhao Yang's status—both of these factors were easy for them to overcome. The biggest trouble lay in the fact that they shared a Physical Body.

Whether it was Bai Xiaohe or Gao Qilan, Zhao Yang had to treat them with careful tenderness.

But Huang Yimei! A female war god!

The two of them were like an equal opponent and a rare talent meeting each other.

The only thing limiting their positions was their imagination.

It's just that Zhao Yang's bed had to be reinforced.

The bed legs could be used as roof beams, and the bed boards were thickened with reinforcement ribs. The mattress definitely couldn't be a spring one, because it would be ruined in less than half an hour. Hotels were absolutely out of the question—let alone the bed not being able to take it, the noise the two of them made would make the neighbors upstairs and downstairs think someone was renovating and smashing walls.

The storm lasted for over an hour. Huang Yimei's pretty face glowed with a lustrous sheen, and she buried her head in the crook of Zhao Yang's arm: "Brother Yang, was there a girl who just left your place?"

Zhao Yang was stunned: "Your observation is quite sharp."

"Of course, my eyes are sharp. There were long hairs on the sofa that weren't mine, weren't Bai Xiaohe's, and weren't Gao Qilan's."

"That's the asset management manager I just hired," Zhao Yang laughed, "The daughter of the chairman of Lins International Bank, Lin Wanyu."

"Ah?" Huang Yimei was stunned, "You're something else, making a Young Miss work for you. Brother Yang is truly amazing. By the way, why don't you ask me why I came to Shanghai?"

Zhao Yang rubbed his chin: "Isn't it because you missed me?"

"Uh..." Huang Yimei gave a dry laugh, "Missing you is a given, but missing you doesn't necessarily mean I'd come today."

Zhao Yang rubbed his forehead.

This girl was painfully blunt when she spoke.

He didn't want to listen anymore, so he lowered his head and captured Huang Yimei's cherry lips.

"Brother Yang... you... mmm... listen to me, I came because..."

Zhao Yang said fiercely: "It doesn't matter, let's get to business first."

...

Huang Yimei never got the chance to say it until she fell asleep.

However, Zhao Yang had already remembered that the day after tomorrow was the annual celebration of Hongdou Technology, and Huang Yimei, as the brand ambassador, had to make an appearance. Half of the celebration would be artistic performances, and the other half would be Hongdou Technology releasing their latest products.

The most important part was the release of the new series of hongdou phone—from now on, hongdou phone would abandon the traditional feature phone market. Except for the 998 model, which was kept for sentimental reasons, all other products would be large-screen smartphones. In terms of software, the Hongdou Development Alliance was also stepping up its rollout, which was basically another Apple model.

However, unlike the fully closed System of the Apple model, although the Grandmist System used by hongdou phone was a deeply customized version with closed-source code, the Grandmist community provided another more general open-source product that other mobile phone manufacturers could use for free to customize their own mobile phone Systems.

It was now the second half of 2007. The first generation of Apple phones hadn't been released yet, and the Android Alliance was still only on paper. This move by Hongdou directly defined what a smartphone was one step ahead of everyone else.

Moreover, this move by Hongdou was much more solid than the Apple and Android phones in the other timeline. They all made a lot of noise before delivering results, often starting with more thunder than rain. But Hongdou was different; hongdou smartphones had already quietly sold over a million units, and sales were still rising rapidly.

The domestic market had already gotten a head start on mature products, and some sensitive industry observers had already begun to gradually propose new concepts. Hongdou arrived late, summarizing and synthesizing these things that already existed, and then leading the way in development.

Holding Huang Yimei, Zhao Yang thought about the development of Hongdou over the past few years and suddenly curled his lips: "If it keeps developing like this, will America's tech war come early? I'm looking forward to it! America, don't you dare chicken out, bring it on!"