I Don’t Want To Be A Young Master

Ye Feng wants more than just this. What he wants to do is that in the future, people can travel without a wallet, but only bring a mobile phone, so that they can have unimpeded food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Before he could achieve this goal, his strong opponent appeared. Xunda, which had been doing chat software before, produced a new chat software, Weichao.

This chat program was born for smart phones. When there is a local area network coverage, you can make free calls and videos. Its emergence makes the three major communication operators quite stressed.

However, after a careful study, I found that this program needs to use data without a local area network. The major operators have launched various data packages in various ways, and the network has also begun to upgrade.

Because the 2G network is far from meeting the needs of smart phones, the network is slowly upgraded to a 3G network.

Like Epay, Weichao started to withdraw from the payment system. Users can transfer money between friends. During the Spring Festival, it also launched the function of shaking and grabbing red envelopes.

Wechat red envelopes became more popular among the major groups. Everyone didn't watch the Spring Festival Gala and grabbed red envelopes.

There are thousands of lights outside the window, but Ye Feng sits alone in his office and admires the fireworks outside. At this moment, he misses Chen Yurou who is far away in the United States.

"Ding Dong..." His phone vibrated, and coldly dragged him to the Easy Pay Group.

Managers of other departments also pulled him into the group, and various blessings and New Year greetings exploded in the group.

"Mr Ye is here, Happy New Year Mr. Ye, send a red envelope, right?"

"Yeah, yes, Mr. Ye sent a red envelope..."

All the groups were clamoring, but Ye Feng hadn't understood what it meant to send a red envelope, so he chatted with him coldly and handed him red envelopes step by step.

For the first time, he sent one hundred yuan and one hundred red envelopes. Everyone who snatched them was very happy, and he sent them again. Although some people only snatched a few points, they were still passionate.

"The boss of this micro-chat company, the method is good, a few cents can make people happy. On weekdays, I send so many red envelopes to these people, and I am not so happy to see them."

Ye Feng sent out more than 50 red envelopes intermittently, and then yawned. When the New Year's Eve bell rang, he set his phone to mute and slept in his clothes on the office sofa.

When I woke up the next day, the phone was already fried, and they were all New Year greeting messages. He didn't bother to pay attention to it. This time was the Spring Festival. Although Gu Qingman couldn't bear him, he returned to Beijing to spend the New Year with his family.

But Ye Feng was still at the company. He stretched out and called Wang Fan.

Accompanied by Chen Yurou, Wang Fan traveled to Seattle many times to find news about Wanghuo, but there was no harvest, so he stayed in Chen Yurou's vineyard. He was eating dinner when he received news from Ye Feng.

"Brother, it should be this time in China, or in the morning, why call me so early?"

He was chewing in his mouth, and his speech was a little vague.

"You fool, today is the Spring Festival, have you forgotten it? Anyway, it is the first day of the new year, you help me to say Happy New Year to Yurou."

Wang Fan wiped his mouth: "Would you not tell her this kind of thing?"

"You are ashamed to say that if it weren't for you to talk a lot, Yurou wouldn't ignore me for so long. I called her just now and she didn't answer it. By the way, how is she doing recently?"

For Ye Feng, Chen Yurou and Wang Fan are close people to him now, but they are not by his side. He feels a little deserted and regretful.

"Don't worry, sister-in-law is doing well recently. I will help you pass on your words. Since today is the new year, I also wish you a happy new year, big brother, and remember to say a happy new year to Hu Ling for me."

Ye Feng froze for a moment: "So long has passed, haven't you forgotten her?"

Wang Fan curled his lips: "What about me, haven't you forgotten your sister-in-law? By the way, how are she and Li Yi progressing?"

"Li Yi took her back to the Shanghai stock market to see her parents. I think it is very hungry. After all, people like Li Chungang absolutely despise her, but I can't say this kind of thing. Maybe as long as Li Yi persists, eventually One day I will touch my family and let them be together."

Wang Fan was a little heartbroken. The person whom he cherishes so much is picked and picked by others.

"You help me tell Hu Ling, even if the Li Family really disagrees with her being with Li Yi, it doesn't matter. Wang Fan will always be her strong backing."

Ye Feng looked out the window in a daze: "Wang Fan, there are some things that really can't be managed. If there is a suitable woman, forget her."

"Okay, I won't tell you, my food is almost cool." Wang Fan hung up the phone in a hurry.

Ye Feng could tell that he was in a guilty conscience and advised him to let it go as soon as possible, but why couldn't he let it go?

He freshened up at random, changed his clothes, and received a cold call as soon as he reached the elevator door.

"Mr. Ye, where are you?"

"I'm in the company, what's wrong?"

"I'm going to the customer service department to check it out. Let's meet there."

Ye Feng gave Leng Bing a fake one year ago, and he didn't understand why she hadn't returned to the Shanghai stock market.

Except for some employees on shift, most of Yuanfeng are still working on their posts.

After Ye Feng got off the elevator, seeing that Leng Bingqing was already waiting at the door, he strode towards her.

"Bingqing, why are you, you haven't gone home yet, didn't you give you a fake?"

Leng Bingqing smiled slightly: "Mr. Ye is still at work, how dare I go? Don't you want to go in? Let's go."

After entering the customer service department, the employees took off their headsets and stood up.

"Mr. Ye, Happy New Year!"

"Mr. Ye, Happy New Year, Mr. Leng..."

The sound of New Year's greetings resounded throughout the customer service department.

"Mr. Ye, are you here to send us a New Year red envelope?"

The employee asked mischievously. At the beginning of her, the people behind suddenly made a noise.

"Mr. Ye, give a red envelope..."

Ye Feng looked embarrassed. He didn't prepare a red envelope at all this year. In previous years, Chen Yurou asked Hu Ling to prepare it. Now that they are not there, he simply forgot about it.

Just about to explain, she smiled coldly and took out a stack of red packets from her handbag.

"Don't worry, don't worry, there are red envelopes naturally, one for each person, everyone has a share, customer service manager, you take the red envelope and distribute it."

After the red envelopes were distributed, there were two extras, and the customer service manager replaced the more with Leng Bingqing.

"You don't need to pay it back, you keep it." He said with a cool face with a cold wave.

The manager politely thanked the two and returned to his job with a red envelope.