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”For online-exclusive phones, Orange Technology already has a mature partnership model. From the OS and supply chain to contract manufacturing, you can purchase any corresponding service you need.”

Chen Yansen began to explain slowly.

He thought, ’You’re not just interested in phones and TVs; you’re also interested in making cars.’

”So, LeTV could...?” Jia Yaoting asked tentatively.

”Of course,” Chen Yansen agreed without hesitation.

For partners like 360, NetEase, and LeTV, Orange Technology could make money on the hardware markup and then collect patent licensing fees on top of that. Of course, the more partners, the better.

The corners of Jia Yaoting’s mouth turned up, and he couldn’t suppress the delight on his face. He hadn’t expected Chen Yansen to be so agreeable.

’Orange Technology really is different from other phone manufacturers!’

After clarifying the specific details of the partnership, Jia Yaoting personally escorted Chen Yansen back to his car and watched until it disappeared from sight.

He had already made up his mind to assemble an R&D team for a LeTV phone as soon as possible. After all, they would only need to develop the LeTV app and handle the phone’s industrial and hardware design; the rest of the process could be left to Orange Technology.

”Boss, what’s he getting out of this?” his assistant asked, puzzled.

”He wants to be the Google of Hua Country!” Jia Yaoting summarized succinctly.

Meanwhile.

The Maybach sped across an overpass under the night sky, heading toward the hotel.

With his head tilted, Chen Yansen leaned into Song Yuncheng’s embrace, finding it soft and incredibly comfortable.

Xiaoli kept his eyes fixed on the road, his expression focused as he drove.

Song Yuncheng’s pretty face flushed slightly. She struggled for a moment out of habit, but when she saw she couldn’t win against Chen Yansen, she relented and held him in her arms, massaging his temples as if coaxing a child.

Before long, the car pulled into the parking lot of the Bulgari Hotel.

By now, the night in Yanjing was late, and snowflakes like willow catkins had begun to drift down from the sky again.

Song Yuncheng hunched her shoulders against the cold, unconsciously leaning into President Chen’s embrace. She always felt that no matter how many layers Chen Yansen wore, his body was like a furnace, radiating warmth all day long.

After crossing the lobby, the two took an elevator straight to the top floor.

Song Yuncheng licked her lips as she walked.

The northern climate was extremely dry, especially in winter. The wind alone would make your mouth and throat feel parched, and after a few days, your lips would start to peel.

”We’re going back to Xucheng tomorrow,” Chen Yansen said softly, having noticed this small detail.

”Aren’t we going to the Byte and Gaode Map Headquarters anymore?” Song Yuncheng asked.

”Nope.” Chen Yansen took out his key card, swiped it to unlock the door, and pushed it open, stepping inside.

Zhang Yiming and Xiao Jun’s management abilities had far exceeded his expectations.

He only cared about performance and results.

As long as they weren’t pulling sneaky moves behind his back, he could tolerate many of his subordinates’ minor flaws.

After all, nobody’s perfect, and no gold is 100% pure.

As long as they could make him money and keep the company’s operations running smoothly, that was enough.

Song Yuncheng hummed in acknowledgment and followed Chen Yansen.

A wave of heat washed over them the moment they entered the room. The heating systems in the north were impressively effective.

Song Yuncheng took off her overcoat, revealing an off-white blouse underneath that left none of her curves to the imagination.

Chen Yansen was much faster at undressing. In the blink of an eye, he was stripped down to nothing but his boxer briefs.

Broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, his muscles clearly defined.

Even though she had seen it countless times, Song Yuncheng couldn’t help but stare for a moment longer.

”Want a beer?” Chen Yansen asked, turning his head after opening the fridge.

”Just one,” Song Yuncheng said, holding up a single finger.

Chen Yansen grabbed two cans, handed one to Song Yuncheng, and they sat down by the sofa, taking small sips.

”You’re not going home for the Spring Festival?” Song Yuncheng asked cautiously.

”Mm,” Chen Yansen replied, his gaze drifting out the window toward something far away.

”You had a fight with... Uncle Chen,” Song Yuncheng ventured.

”Nope,” Chen Yansen replied.