After work, Jiang Hao and Zhou Xinyan discussed staying at the horse ranch. On the way, Zhou Xinyan kept talking about her work that day. "You know, honey? I don't know what happened today, but many of the projects we'd been negotiating suddenly got responses. Letters came in one after another, and I was busy all day. If all these projects go through, our company's assets could probably surge by 30%."
What did 30% mean? Haoran Technology was currently valued at around 130 billion yuan. A 30% increase meant an additional 40 billion yuan—an insane figure.
"Are you tired? Want me to massage your head?" Jiang Hao asked when he noticed a trace of fatigue on Zhou Xinyan's face.
Zhou Xinyan happily lay across Jiang Hao's lap as he massaged her head and used spiritual power to clear her meridians. She felt wonderfully comfortable.
Halfway there, snow suddenly began drifting down from the sky. The snowflakes were crystal clear, and Zhou Xinyan said in surprise, "Binhai hasn't had snow in years. It actually snowed this year."
When they arrived at the horse ranch, the chef had already prepared dinner. After eating, they put on coats, linked arms, and strolled through the snow, the atmosphere brimming with romance.
Zhou Xinyan asked, "Honey, if we cooperate with those companies, what do you think would be the best approach?"
Jiang Hao thought for a moment before saying, "Keep the Holographic Imaging Technology for ourselves. Acquire companies and integrate their technology, then promote this technology. Later, I also plan to get involved in VR technology—Virtual Reality—researching the newest sensor technology to simulate senses such as sight, hearing, and touch, and creating new methods of human-computer interaction."
"As for Personal Flight Device automatic control technology, we can either cooperate or sell it. It isn't very