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"N, if you have any questions, let me know early. I can solve them for you," Jiang Yizhou said generously.
Zhang Xiaolong pondered his words. He didn't think too much; he just felt that Jiang Yizhou met his criteria and showed considerable sincerity, so he rushed over.
"As the Product Manager of the Email Project, can I do things my way, um, without adding advertisements?" Zhang Xiaolong thought this might be a bit difficult for Jiang Yizhou. If he were running it as a hobby, he would do whatever he wanted. However, since Jiang Yizhou was funding the project and invited him to develop and operate it, making such a request seemed unreasonable.
Jiang Yizhou chuckled in disbelief; it was indeed his style, and it wasn't impossible to agree to.
Advertisements were the primary means of profit before the maturity of online payment methods, so they couldn't be abandoned. However, since they were still rapidly expanding, the focus should be on user development. Temporary advertising revenue could actually harm their interests.
Jiang Yizhou tapped on the table, making Zhang Xiaolong seem quite nervous.
After what Zhang Xiaolong thought was a long deliberation, Jiang Yizhou said seriously, "Now, you know that advertisements can be the only means of profit online. This is indeed challenging. Moreover, our software is free to use; the importance of ads is self-evident."
"However!" Jiang Yizhou suddenly raised his voice. "I can assure you that at least in the early stages, there will be no advertisements. Even if there are ads in the future, they will be limited to not affecting customer experience!"
At this time in China, the internet was still in its infancy. There weren't many startups boasting that they could become unicorn companies; most were simply exploring their future paths with humble aspirations.
Zhang Xiaolong accepted this rationally and discussed specific details with Jiang Yizhou for a while longer. Jiang Yizhou granted him permission to recommend hiring personnel and asked him to prepare for the preliminary work on developing Mailbox while continuing to advance the client-side work.
Having arranged these matters, Jiang Yizhou planned to handle other issues, such as Training Class and Ding Zhengnan—things that needed to be settled before returning home for the Spring Festival.
The winter wind took away the warmth from his cup of hot drink. Ding Zhengnan wore a thick down jacket that concealed her figure and wrapped a scarf around her ears and neck.
She wasn't a fool or an idiot; even if she couldn't see clearly, Jiang Yizhou's various attitudes had long been apparent. He refused to do anything or reject anything and didn't want to give up.
What Jiang Yizhou hoped for was that she would forget about him as if he were nothing more than a piece of dog waste. Having grown accustomed to living alone, facing others' intense expectations and hopes became unbearable unless his feelings were equally intense—able to accept emotions or be pushed into that fiery magma with no way out.
Thus, sometimes an overly passionate romance might not necessarily be a good thing. Such relationships could become extreme when faced with reality or leave one at a loss when the heat faded away—magma cooling into rock, then cracking apart.
"What's wrong? Still cold?" Jiang Yizhou didn't share the girl's heavy thoughts. Coming to this era, his entertainment mostly consisted of going out for meals with colleagues or friends or singing karaoke. This somewhat monotonous life made him quite interested in Temple Fairs.
In the blink of an eye, the New Year had arrived. Jiang Yizhou was not in a hurry to return home so early; he bought a ticket for the seventh day of the Lunar New Year. Work was still a priority, after all, it wasn't Spring Festival in the United States, and he needed to get back to work as soon as possible.
Ding Zhengnan had nothing much to say either; she just shook her head, indicating that she was fine.
Seeing a stall by the roadside selling sugar figurines, Jiang Yizhou pulled the girl closer and walked over.
"Hey there, what would you like to mold?" Behind the stall was an elderly man in his forties, somewhat frail but with a rosy complexion. Noticing that the two were looking at each other without speaking, he took the initiative to ask.
"I want to mold a horse!" Jiang Yizhou recalled his Zodiac sign and smiled at the old man.
"Alright, just a moment!" The old man quickly started molding, and soon a horse shape began to take form.
Jiang Yizhou nudged Ding Zhengnan beside him. "What about you? What do you want?"
The girl thought for a moment and pointed to a dog that had already been molded at the stall. "I want a Zodiac too."
Neither of them seemed particularly enthusiastic. Their daily routine consisted of lively Ding Zhengnan leading Jiang Yizhou into various activities—fishing, visiting libraries, having snowball fights—none of which were particularly important. What mattered was that Ding Zhengnan was driving their relationship forward.
Now that Ding Zhengnan lacked her usual spirit, Jiang Yizhou felt relieved; otherwise, he wouldn't know how to handle her mood, which could lead to awkwardness. It was best if they could return home without changing the calm atmosphere.
Holding hot drinks in one hand and sugar figurines in the other, they navigated through the bustling Temple Fair side by side, feeling somewhat out of place.
Jiang Yizhou couldn't help but think how nice it would be if he had come alone. He could eat and play however he wanted without considering anyone else's feelings—just being a quiet tourist would be enough.
He didn't understand what the girl wanted by inviting him out; based on past experiences, it usually meant having fun together and then going their separate ways. Who would have thought that she had been in such a low mood from the start?
As they passed through the Temple Fair, neither felt particularly nostalgic. Jiang Yizhou enjoyed various foods without needing to buy any New Year goods. In the end, he found a trash can to throw away his wrappers and receipts, leaving empty-handed.
"Not bad at all; I got to eat so many local specialties!" Jiang Yizhou remarked awkwardly. He felt strange inside; what was Ding Zhengnan's intention in this situation? A few words would have sufficed; why not just be straightforward? It really made him uncomfortable.
However, he was completely unaware that he was the one causing the most discomfort. Clearly too afraid to respond, he instead hoped the other person would "take the hint" and leave. People are always strict with others but lenient with themselves.
"Hand!"
A girl's voice came from beside his ear.
Jiang Yizhou looked over with doubt, "What?"
"Extend your hand! How many times do you want me to ask you?" Remembering her mother's suggestion, she chose this path, but still felt shy.
Jiang Yizhou, confused, raised his right arm close to the girl, only to have her suddenly wrap her arms around it. The girl lowered her head, and he couldn't see her expression.
Although he couldn't feel her figure due to the thick down jacket and sweater, Jiang Yizhou's heart raced instantly.
Should he refuse or accept?
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