However, the two of them had worried for nothing. Qin Qian might have been a rough-and-tumble sort who knew nothing about business, but I, Yihui, her boyfriend, did.
Qin Qian was decisive, too. It didn't take long before she called Wang Yue and told him they were willing to make the changes he'd requested.
Wang Yue didn't hesitate. "You or Yihui, come to Beijing. Once we've signed the contract, I'll transfer the money."
He'd made investments countless times before. He was willing to try his hand at all kinds of businesses, and since he'd happened to come across a spa business, he wanted to give it a shot.
Qin Qian hadn't expected things to go so smoothly. Without hesitation, she said, "All right. I'll book a flight right away and come over tomorrow to sign the contract."
She hung up, grinned at Yihui, and gave him an OK sign. "It's done!"
Seeing how easily Wang Yue had agreed to invest, Wang Ying couldn't help feeling a little doubtful. "You're lending them the money just like that?"
Wang Yue smiled wryly and said helplessly, "It's just an investment. We've made plenty of those, haven't we?"
Wang Ying eyed him suspiciously, but accepted his explanation. Then she picked up her notes and asked, "Brother, our online fiction site has hit a bottleneck. What direction should we take next?"
Online fiction had developed rapidly over the past two years. Wang Ying's Firefly Entertainment had caught the wave, and in just a year and a half, it had built up a large, loyal customer base.
But she wasn't satisfied with running an online fiction business alone, so she wanted to ask Wang Yue what direction she should take next.
Wang Yue was generous with others, and of course he wouldn't hold anything back from