Chapter 42 Lightyear Technology

As the live broadcast ended, the popularity of "Desert Island Survival" also decreased, but Yan Fuguang's super chat was still lively.

The reason was that someone took a Reuters photo of Yan Fuguang at the Shanghai Airport.

Of course, no one goes to the airport to stay there. This photo was just taken by a passerby and posted online. The accompanying text is also full of surprises - the discovery of a super beautiful woman.

Maybe it was because Yan Fuguang was really famous. Fans soon discovered this "relic in the ocean" and moved the pictures to Chaohua. Fans who were waiting for help started talking about it again.

【Is this Shanghai Airport?】

[I go back and forth to Shanghai dozens of times a year, and I can never mistake it. This is Exit 3 of Terminal T1 of Shanghai Airport!]

[Let us boldly speculate, is Xiaoguang’s sister’s home in Shanghai? 】

[Let us continue to make bold inferences. Sister Xiaoguang goes to school in Shanghai? 】

[I’m really convinced. Didn’t you see the woman next to her? That is Mo Yun. Star Media is in Shanghai! 】

[Pay attention to the time, my dear, this is the arrival hall of the airport after 10 o'clock in the evening. It is not necessary to go to the company so late. There is at least 80% chance of going home. 】

[Ah ah ah ah, why didn’t I meet sister Xiaoguang by chance? I also flew to Shanghai tonight, just an hour earlier than my sister! Why didn’t I just wait at the airport! 】

[Photos taken with Apple’s original camera without filters look like this. How beautiful are real people? Oh my god!]

[Has no one discovered why my sister’s skin is still so good despite seven days of savage life on a desert island? 】

[Same question, I just came back from Phuket and my whole body turned black.]

[Does anyone know my sister’s follow-up schedule? I watched the live broadcast for seven days in a row, and the thought of not seeing my sister tomorrow makes me scratch my head.]

[Please help me, Xingchen, take advantage of the summer vacation to arrange some activities for my sister, otherwise I won’t be able to see anyone when school starts again.]

Yan Fuguang didn't know that a photo of herself could cause waves in Chaohua. At this time, she was soaking in the bathtub, and the aroma of essential oils was wafting, making people drowsy.

She raised her hand to poke the bubbles on the water's surface, her thoughts completely empty.

The mobile phone next to him suddenly vibrated, waking up the leisurely and contented Yan Fuguang.

Thinking of Mo Yun's words, she picked up her phone and logged into her Weibo account.

This was her first time using a social network in this world. The login interface was not surprising, but before she could click on the homepage, a series of vibrations caused her phone to shut down.

In desperation, I had no choice but to restart it, and after trying it two or three times in a row, I was finally able to enter my homepage.

The first thing I did was to set up not to be reminded of new messages. My phone, which was shaking and twitching, finally had a moment of peace.

It turns out that in just a few days, her number of followers increased to 1.5 million, and her private messages and comments were all 999+.

You must know that this account only has a welcome message automatically sent by Weibo and a message forwarding the announcement of Xingchen Entertainment. Other than that, there is nothing else, but even this cannot stop the enthusiasm of netizens.

The 1.5 million followers are not watered down at all. Behind each account are real people. Many celebrities who claim to be followed by tens of millions of people may not necessarily have so many active fans.

Yan Fuguang casually scrolled through netizens' comments, and she couldn't help laughing when she saw something particularly interesting.

Of course, there are many keyboard warriors, but with Yan Fuguang's "rock-solid" character, these remarks will not even leave the slightest trace in her heart.

Seeing some people speculating on who would end up with Lightning’s endorsement, Yan Fuguang suddenly thought of Lightyear Technology and the man who amazed her that day.

Open the search software and enter the words Lightyear Technology. There are ten pages of introduction to this company in the encyclopedia.

This company, which was founded just over ten years ago, owns the largest instant messaging software in China, the top three video websites, and the number one competitive mobile game by daily active users. Its investments in various fields make Lightyear Technology like a tree with deep roots and luxuriant leaves.

Standing tall in the business world, now entering the field of short video and live broadcast, it is like a prehistoric giant crocodile causing countless waves.

Yan Fuguang didn't see the man's photo in the encyclopedia. She remembered that the lawyer named Zhang Dingzhe said that the boss asked him to help...

With his fingers flying, all the photos of the top executives of Lightyear Technology appeared in front of Yan Fuguang's eyes, but there was only one exception, the president of Lightyear Technology - Ji Yingzhou.

There are no frontal photos of him in the public information, and the only few photos are of his back or profile.

Yan Fuguang intuitively felt that the amazing man was Ji Yingzhou himself.

Even though she had seen countless young geniuses, Ji Yingzhou's youth still frightened her.

So, did he help him twice?

Although she can solve it herself, it does save a lot of trouble.

Yan Fuguang put down his mobile phone and leaned his head against the pool wall.

Ji Yingzhou?

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Yan Fuguang sank into the water.

She had a hunch that Ji Yingzhou would show up on the signing day.

Yan Fuguang spent the next few days very happily. In addition to receiving calls from An Ge every day, she also "met" her father Yan Huaizuo.

Yan Huaizuo sent a video from Bolivia. He is collecting news in South America and has been living there for more than a month.

He learned from An Ge that Yan Fuguang had signed a contract with Mo Yun's company, but as in the past, he unconditionally supported his daughter's decision, no matter whether it seemed willful to others.

Yan Fuguang couldn't understand, with such parents, why couldn't the original owner feel love?

If Old Man Shiang hadn't said that this "Yan Fuguang" was also her, but in a parallel world, Yan Fuguang would even feel guilty for occupying the magpie's nest.

However, the life was so comfortable that Yan Fuguang completely forgot about Mo Yun's instructions. It was impossible to post on Weibo, let alone take selfies. The welcome post that was automatically pinned to the top had been covered by tens of thousands of hungry fans.

Five days later, Mo Yun called to inform her that Lightning's contract had been finalized.

"Yan Yan, the driver will pick you up at home at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Let's go to the company to meet the team first. We have made an appointment to go to Lightning to sign the contract in the afternoon."

"Yeah, okay." Yan Fuguang tilted his head and held the phone between his legs.

She was playing with the oven, preparing to try a cheesecake.

Listening to the noise on the phone, Mo Yun asked: "What are you doing? Why does the bell keep ringing?"

"I'm baking a cake. I suddenly feel a little hungry." Yan Fuguang simply turned on the speakerphone and placed the phone on the marble countertop.

Mo Yun smiled and said: "You have time to bake cakes but no time to post photos? Your fans have come to my Weibo. My little ancestor, why don't you take a photo? If I had known you were so lazy, I wouldn't have posted my account

give it to you."

Yan Fuguang was embarrassed for a rare second. She had indeed forgotten about it, mainly because she had not yet adapted to the life of running a business.

"Okay, I'll send it in a moment." Yan Fuguang agreed.
Chapter completed!