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After hanging up on Zhao Wanyu, Chen Mengchuan remained silent for a long time.

Then he contacted Xu Shuwei at Tianzhi Electronics Factory. "Brother Xu, how's the production progress on Dawn 1.0 now?"

Xu Shuwei glanced at the data in his hand. "As of now, we've produced more than a hundred thousand Dawn 1.0 units. iOS and Android each account for about half. Wanyu has already sold ninety thousand units online, but the shipping situation has been terrible. We've shipped out fewer than twenty thousand so far."

"The logistics can't keep up?" Chen Mengchuan asked.

Xu Shuwei nodded. "It should improve a lot today. Twelve courier companies have already sent people to set up operations in the factory. We cleared out a dedicated logistics packing area in the plant, and efficiency has gone up considerably."

"Twelve logistics and courier companies? Won't that be too chaotic?" Chen Mengchuan asked.

Xu Shuwei rolled his eyes. "Chen planned it. Once the Dawn 1.0 units come off the production line and are packed, they'll be distributed box by box according to the assembly line. It won't get messy."

Chen Mengchuan nodded and asked, "How are the other production lines doing?"

"Four more production lines will be completed today and put into operation immediately. The remaining six will all be finished by tomorrow night at the latest. We've already signed contracts for sufficient raw materials with upstream suppliers, and they've all been stockpiled in the warehouse. The ninety thousand Dawn 1.0 units on the books have already brought in more than forty million in revenue, so funds are still fairly ample. Production will continue ramping up without interruption. Overall, things will be on track very soon," Xu Shuwei replied.

"Thanks for the effort, Brother Xu. I'll be coming to the factory around ten tomorrow morning. Provincial leaders will be coming down for an inspection, along with China's official media. We'll soon be pushed into the spotlight, so we need to get our story straight and downplay Chen's role," Chen Mengchuan said.

Xu Shuwei smiled and nodded. "I know."

After they finished talking, Chen Mengchuan called Sun Zhongyong, but the line was busy.

He switched to a video call on a messaging app and sent it to Sun Zhongyong.

"Brother Sun, how's the venue?" Chen Mengchuan asked directly once Sun Zhongyong answered.

"The space should be big enough, but the seating arrangement is hard to sort out..." Sun Zhongyong stared at the guest list with a headache.

"Put the media and officials in the front rows. Everyone else can find their own seats," Chen Mengchuan said.

Sun Zhongyong rolled his eyes. "What if some big shots show up? You want them sitting in the back? No, we need an assigned seating plan."

Chen Mengchuan nodded. "I hadn't thought that through. Then you handle the arrangements, Brother Sun. Provincial leaders and people from China's official media will be coming to inspect and conduct interviews tomorrow, so you'll need to come to the factory first."

"When did this happen? How come I didn't know? I just saw Wanyu earlier. She went out with Xiaoxiao," Sun Zhongyong said, startled.

"Wanyu called me not long ago. She probably hasn't found you yet. Your phone can't be reached at all right now," Chen Mengchuan replied.

"This is my work phone. I guess anyone can get hold of me now. It's basically useless. What a pain," Sun Zhongyong said helplessly.

"Fine, handle it as you see fit. Hire two secretaries, or you'll be run ragged later."

Sun Zhongyong nodded. "Wang Fanghua is already recruiting."

After night fell, Zhao Wanyu and Chen Mengchuan returned to the lakeside villa. Exhausted, Chen Mengchuan threw himself onto the sofa.

"You look completely wiped out." Zhao Wanyu set down her bag, poured a glass of water, and handed it to Chen Mengchuan.

Chen Mengchuan slowly sat up, took the glass, and drank a few sips.

Watching him drink, Zhao Wanyu slowly said, "The schedule was too tight. If Chen hadn't helped contact so many decoration and staging companies, there wouldn't have been enough time. You're always making these snap decisions. You're always in such a hurry."

Chen Mengchuan smiled gently, sat down beside her, and said slowly, "Tomorrow and the day after will be when Tianzhi truly takes off. You've all worked hard these past few days, Wanyu."

Zhao Wanyu blushed. "I'm so useless. I can only help you with these trivial little things."

"Haha, you quietly pulled out six hundred million, and you call that useless? Little rich girl, you deserve the most credit." Chen Mengchuan smiled and pinched her cheek, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Don't pinch my face. If you make it bigger, I'll lose followers. I'm a female Douyin influencer with thirty million followers now." Zhao Wanyu grabbed Chen Mengchuan's hand to stop him from pinching her face again.

"I really didn't expect you to be this impressive, turning into a female influencer overnight." Chen Mengchuan smiled. Whether in the dream or now, he had always been far removed from this kind of light entertainment. He had never even downloaded Douyin.

"Do you know that tons of people on Douyin and Weibo are calling you a heartless bloodsucker? A lot of them are also accusing us of hunger marketing—selling one charger for four or five hundred and limiting sales. On the Tianzhi official website, we release them in batches of ten thousand. The moment they go up, two refreshes later, the stock is almost always at zero. Other than the first time, when we listed thirty thousand, I don't even know how many have been sold now," Zhao Wanyu said.

"When I asked Brother Xu today, he said ninety thousand sets had already been sold."

"Ninety thousand sets? At an average of four hundred and fifty per set, isn't that over forty million?" Zhao Wanyu was somewhat surprised.

Chen Mengchuan smiled. "You're making that face over just ninety thousand sets. Wait until we sell nine hundred thousand, nine million, or ninety million, then do the math again."

Zhao Wanyu felt as though none of it was real.

"Haha, by then you won't be a little rich girl anymore. You'll be a genuine mega-rich woman." Chen Mengchuan looked at her with amusement.

"Are you ready for tomorrow's interview?" Zhao Wanyu asked, her cheeks faintly red.

Chen Mengchuan nodded. "Ready or not, they're coming anyway. What difference does it make?"

"My... my dad is coming too. Do you want to meet him first tomorrow?" Zhao Wanyu rarely acted so bashful.

"Your dad?" Chen Mengchuan froze.

Zhao Wanyu nodded, her face burning. "Official Zhao, who's coming tomorrow, is my Second Uncle..."

"Fine, it's time you told me about your background, Miss Zhao." Chen Mengchuan sighed.

"My dad is Zhao Qinghua..."

"Huayue Real Estate Group?" Chen Mengchuan remembered something.

Zhao Wanyu nodded.

"Your dad is the general manager of Huayue Real Estate, and you went to Ke University to work in HR just to experience life?" Chen Mengchuan looked helpless.

"Huayue Real Estate holds seven percent of Ke University's shares, but I only found that out after I went there. My dad and mom have never interfered with my life," Zhao Wanyu said with a smile.

"Then those six hundred million came from your dad?"

Zhao Wanyu shook her head. "For my twenty-fourth birthday, my dad gave me nine sixes as a birthday present."

Chen Mengchuan shook his head. "Sure enough, poverty has limited my imagination. Nine sixes as a birthday present..."