Seeing that Ye Yuyou didn't say anything for a long time, Yang Yi thought she didn't believe her statement, so she simply smiled and knocked on the table and revealed her intentions directly: "Let's do this, I just talk about it now, it really seems unconvincing. Then senior sister, how about writing this article directly into the agreement between us? I promise to place the 75% advertising rights controlled by Guiyangyi Culture, two-fifths of which will never be sold, but will only be used to promote Yangyi Culture-related businesses. The other three-fifths depend on the situation. In short, in terms of the choice of advertisers, I only have the potential or can become an ally, and the remaining large customers with sufficient financial strength, you can contact us."

"What is your intention to do this?" Ye Yuyou stared at Yang Yi distressedly, as if he was looking at a prehistoric monster. He had the interest in in-depth research, but at the same time he had a headache because he was not in the same plane as his thinking. As she had always believed before, when a person was in a certain field or identity, he should do something that suited his identity. Politicians naturally had to consider political gains and losses, and how should merchants devote all their energy to how to earn more wealth? This is natural and irrefutable. But this natural and irrefutable, when it comes to Yang Yi, how could it be refuted or even unjust? It's really a headache to understand this kid.

"Intention?" Yang Yi laughed in a daze. Rather than having any intention, he was an idealist in the business world. This senior sister looked down on him too highly. He was not an old fox who had become a master of spirits for a long time. On the contrary, he was a stupid fox.

So after thinking for a while, Yang Yi suddenly looked up at her: "Senior sister, do you have any ideals? Or something you yearn for in your heart? No matter it is the kind of 'I want to be a scientist' when I was a child, or as I grow older, I began to think that 'that such xx is the life I should pursue', whether it is childish or mature, as long as it is related to ideals and dreams, it can be said."

"What, you little guy wants to play the role of a close sister for me?" Ye Yuyou sneered in anger, thinking that you are too blind, right? A girl's dream can be said casually? Who do you think I am? You should use this to coax the innocent little girl, it is useless to me. But when she was thinking about something in her heart, she did not show it on her face. Instead, she pretended to be pondering for a moment, and suddenly smiled sly: "Sorry, this is my secret. When I dumped this Xia Yuchao who loves to watch animation, if you try hard to pursue me, maybe I want you to reveal my ideal."

Yang Yi was almost choked to death when he heard this, but Xia Yuchao next to him looked like he was not surprised. He was obviously immune to his girlfriend's head sucking from time to time. Seeing that his senior sister's real boyfriend had no reaction, he didn't even roll his eyes helplessly. The young man had to accept the disadvantage and turned to Ye Yuyou and said, "Please, senior sister, am I going to tell you whether it's good to do the business? Didn't you deliberately inquire about anything? Do you think that after I know your dream, I will secretly help you realize it. Then let you give me a good hand and leave my shadow in your heart? You are not crazy. I asked for the last time, is it really impossible to say it?"

"Can't say it." Ye Yuyou shook her head without hesitation. Then suddenly she looked unkind: "You are good at talking about the topic! I asked you what your intentions are you doing that. Now is not an ideal time to discuss it!"

"I'm just explaining my intention. Even the smart senior sister Ye didn't even see it?" Yang Yi shook his head lightly, his pretended old-fashioned style made Ye Yuyou really angry, but after carefully savoring the boy's words, it seemed that he was meaningless. However, Yang Yi did not continue to keep it a secret. Instead, after pondering for a moment, he suddenly smiled: "How about singing a song for you? I said senior sister, don't look at people with this kind of eyes, so I declare in advance that it is not a love song. I'm not that crazy yet, and your charm..."

"How is my charm?" Ye Yuyou narrowed her eyes and pretended to be a very dangerous woman of some kind.

"I'm really afraid of you. Do you want to listen? Maybe you will know what my intention is after listening." Yang Yi was unmoved and looked at the woman with a calm look.

"I'll try it out first. If it's not good, I'll kick you off the stage, and I won't even give you a penny." Ye Yuyou snorted lightly, deliberately squeezed out a frivolous expression of a young man teasing the little girl.

Regarding this kind of fairy, Yang Yi asked himself that he did not have the ability to subdue her, so he would let her enslave the young master Xia Yuchao. The boy just cleared his throat and hummed in a low voice: "That's the person I miss the person I deeply love day and night. How should I express it? Will she accept me..."

"You still say it's not a love song? It's really tickle, right?" Although Ye Yuyou is very fairy and strong, the performance of girls is generally an illusion. When men who are not interested in themselves, they can change their postures at will, whether it is iceberg or flame, in short, everything is in their control. No matter how dangerous the wire rope is, it can go through the fire, disrupting a pond of spring water and then calmly withdrawing. But when those men who are not interested are replaced by them, or

When they find that they are unable to control those men at all, and that the other party has the same or even stronger power as themselves, they are often the ones who are moved or confused. This does not mean that Ye Yuyou is moved by Yang Yi, because two men and women who can sit together and talk about the distribution of interests will mostly stay away from each other. In fact, Ye Yuyou changed her face after hearing the lyrics, just because she thinks that Yang Yi is a person with the qualification to talk to her equally, and it is better not to take this kind of joke about men.

However, looking at Ye Yuyou's angry face, Yang Yi did not stop humming, but simply leaned his head down to the sofa: "Youth is like a rushing river. I never come back and say goodbye. I am the numb and I have no blood left. Look at the flowers floating all over the sky withered in the most beautiful moment. Who will remember that she has been here at this time? In the blink of an eye, how many years have passed, how many separations, joys and sorrows have passed, and the young men who were envious of the flying swallows in the south, and their figures of running for the future are gradually drifting away. Where is the ordinary future? Who will give me the answer... Has the original wish come true? Is it possible to pay tribute to me now? Let the years and the ideals be able to be restored to me. I look up at the galaxy in the sky, and the one who accompanied me at that time. Do you still remember the story here..."

As Yang Yi kept humming, the meaning of the song was finally understood by Ye Yuyou. At this moment, this woman, who is no longer young compared to a boy, has experienced the intrigue that has taken shape in the society in college, and when she listened to this song and carefully savored these lyrics, she actually felt a sense of the change of things and people.

The sun is bright outside the window. But today's sunshine is no longer the sunshine of yesterday. The people around him may not have changed, but is it really not changed? His heart may be gradually eroded by something, or he may have an epiphany in the next second. His face is gradually becoming mature and old, but the skills of the time sculptor are too profound. So he just can't notice it himself. The moss outside the floor-to-ceiling window is exuding vigorous vitality, but after a few days without the nourishment of rain, the thick green one will become yellow, right? The wisteria branches falling from the balcony on the second floor are even more full of indescribable melancholy.

Time is quiet and we are just getting old.

"Life is like a ruthless carving knife, changing our appearance. Will it wither before it blooms? I have dreams..." The already very low voice finally gradually became inaudible. After the end of the last sentence Niao Niao disappeared around him, Yang Yi stood up and looked at Ye Yuyou: "I think the senior sister asked me for expression should be understandable, right? Do you have an ideal? Are you still struggling for your previous ideals now? Maybe the older you become, the more mature you become, and when you look back at your previous dreams, you will feel very childish and ridiculous. But what I want to say is that compared to this reflection on yourself and going further and further on the road of reason, I would rather burn for my dreams quickly while I am not so rational now. And those conditions, senior sister, you can think that my brain is burned out, so I am willing to do this."

"..." Ye Yuyou was a little dumbfounded about Yang Yi's explanation, but it was more resonant. After a while, the woman who had just been competing for a while, shook her head and said sadly: "It's really good. Youth is good. You can pursue your ideals so desperately. But Xiaoyi, are you sure you are very sober now? You have to know that if chinajoy can really achieve the influence you described, it may seem very inconspicuous now, and it will be an advertising position that will earn more than ten or even hundreds of thousands of dollars in the future, and all this does not require you.

What to do, venue, planning, creativity, media, labor... There is no need to pay for all this. Just show your identity as the organizer and you can sit at the door and collect entry fees. In a whole venue, well, let's take the Hongqiao Exhibition Center as an example, which can provide location and promotion platforms for hundreds of exhibitors. The result is that two ten-digit numbers are multiplied instead of addition. I think the final benefits can be calculated clearly by a primary school student. So, you really think clearly. In the face of such huge benefits, can you really let go at will?"

"I'm sure." Yang Yi smiled very rarely, that kind of heartless smile, so it's rare. However, seeing Ye Yuyou's tendency to be furious, he added: "If you can exchange tens of millions of wealth for an opportunity to realize your dream, I think it's very worth it, right?"

This time, the answer was not Ye Yuyou, but Xia Yuchao who had been cooking soy sauce on the side for a long time: "It's true, I agree with you very much."
Chapter completed!