Chapter 141 Grandpa Is Here (Happy Chinese New Year!)

Ten minutes later, Yang Cheng, who knew what had happened, called Eddie's office in a thoughtful way.

"It's me, come to my office."

Picking up the phone to find the Toutiao app, and after pulling down to refresh the recommended content, the video of him having a drink with Ellison and Li Zi by the river at the Venetian Hotel last night was recommended at the top.

The more I look at it, the more I feel annoyed. As for frying the news about my boss to death?

Not long after, Eddie, who was confused, walked into the office and sat opposite Yang Cheng across the desk, "Boss, what happened?"

Yang Cheng dropped the phone, put on a fake smile and said, "Eddie, I just want to ask you, is it very exciting to hype the news about your boss every time?"

Eddie wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and said with a smile, "Boss, this is public opinion, and I can't deliberately guide it."

"Fart, no one to guide, a video uploaded by a newly registered self-media account, can be clicked and viewed tens of thousands of times in just 10 minutes? Are you afraid that you have forgotten who raised the attention of this app?" Yang Cheng patted the table and scolded angrily. In fact, he didn't intend to get angry at first, and he didn't mean it. If his news can really bring traffic to the app, he would like to be in the headlines every day.

The root cause of his anger was that Eddie swiped the background data and randomly wrote click-through rates. Yang Cheng disdained such a trick that was easy to be caught, and he didn't want his subordinates to develop the habit of playing smart.

"Boss, listen to my explanation. I really didn't instruct the staff to falsify the click-through rate. At that time, this video was uploaded to the background, and it happened to be discovered by our on-duty editor. He was keenly aware of the hot news of this video, so he decided to recommend it to the top. , It just happened to catch up with that time period, the installation rate, the number of online users soared, and then spread it from ten to ten..." Eddie's voice became lower and lower as he explained, just like when his mother caught him stealing candy Like a naughty boy.

Yang Cheng didn't respond, and stared straight at Eddie with a calm and indifferent expression, without taking his eyes off him.

After a long while, Eddie felt his heart tremble when he saw it, and then he leaned on the high-backed boss chair, crossed his fingers on the table, and said in a calm voice, "Eddie, let me believe you, I have done it more than once. , if a company wants to grow bigger, it must never use means, because it will imprison your structure after a long time, and it will soon touch the ceiling, and it will be even more difficult to break through, understand what I mean?"

"I understand the boss, please believe me, I have never used a low-level method in my career, and I will never do so in the future." Eddie assured with certainty.

Yang Cheng took a deep look at Eddie, and sighed from the bottom of his heart. He was always worried that Eddie's mentality would become impetuous due to the improvement of the group's performance. Now it seems that Eddie is doing very well, even exceeding his expectations. It is expected that this may be related to the long-term silence of the previous forum company.

"By the way, what happened to the project to acquire the New York Times?" Yang Cheng stood up, twisted her waist, stretched her muscles, and began to care about several ongoing acquisition projects of New Era Media. Yang Cheng handed it over to Eddie who is full of enthusiasm.

The expression on Eddie's face suddenly changed from solemn to complicated, and he didn't say a word after dawdling for a long time, which made Yang Cheng upset for a while!

"What's wrong? Encountered difficulties? Be honest, no acquisition is smooth sailing."

"It can't be a difficulty, it's just that Arthur Schulzberg felt that I was not equal to me, so he insisted on talking to you in person." Eddie rubbed his hair with a wry smile.

Yang Cheng was upset, not with Eddie, but with Arthur. What era is it? I still can't recognize the situation. I still think it's 20 years ago when the New York Times controlled the center of public opinion?

He felt that Eddie was not equal, and Yang Cheng also felt that Arthur was not qualified to negotiate with him.

"When did it happen? Why didn't you follow me earlier?" Yang Cheng frowned and asked in a bad tone.

Eddie spread his hands helplessly, "It's useless. In my opinion, the unequal status is just an excuse for Arthur. The real reason is that he doesn't want to sell."

"You didn't even see each other, did you?" Yang Cheng glanced at Eddie suspiciously.

"That's not true. Arthur's attitude is not bad, but he won't talk to me if he kills him." Eddie waved his hands repeatedly.

Yang Cheng lowered his head in thought, raised his head for a long time and instructed, "You call Arthur in my name, and I invite him to have lunch with him tomorrow, please be sure to attend."

Eddie nodded immediately, "Okay boss, where is the restaurant?"

"Do you know which cuisine Arthur likes?" Yang Cheng asked back.

"Um~ I didn't hear that he has any special preferences." Before acquiring a company, it is very necessary to conduct a comprehensive investigation of its helmsman, and Yang Cheng believes that Eddie will not fail to do the investigation.

In this case, Yang Cheng had to decide the location, "How about elevenmadisonpark? We will add you here, and I will invite a guest. After you and Arthur determine the number of people and the time, we will make a location."

Eddie thought for a while, then asked uncertainly, "Is it the Michelin three-star restaurant near Madison Gardens? I'm afraid it will be difficult to determine the location for tomorrow, right?"

Yang Cheng rolled his eyes, but he didn't blame Eddie. He used to live in Los Angeles or Chicago, so it was reasonable that he didn't know much about restaurants in New York.

"You book in my name. If the reservation is full, they will make extra arrangements." Yang Cheng explained patiently.

. . .

In the evening, I originally planned to have dinner with Sophia, and then I went to the hotel to study the body structure of French women. However, my father’s sudden phone call disrupted the plan on the way to the restaurant. Compared with grandpa, Sophia's amorous feelings can only be reserved for the future, anyway, he has plenty of time before the delivery of the plane.

Hansen drove Yang Cheng home in the Audi s8, and had to go to the airport to pick up Andrew. In the morning, Andrew was left in Las Vegas by Yang Cheng. After Zhang Jingchu woke up, he drove Rafa back with him. in the garage of the Waldorf Astoria Los Angeles.

"Grandpa~" As soon as Yang Cheng entered the door, he saw an old man in a dark blue handmade Chinese tunic suit with silver hair but full of energy, standing at the end of the corridor and looking at him lovingly, except for Yang Cheng's grandfather Who else could Liu Muqian be.

"Orange~ Last time you were injured, grandpa didn't come to see you in the hospital, don't you blame grandpa?" The moment Mr. Liu Muqian saw his grandson, his eyes were red with tears, he patted Yang Cheng's arm with trembling hands, and asked choked up.

Yang Cheng's emotions were also infected, her heart was sour and warm, this is the touch that only relatives can bring.

Shaking his head like a rattle drum, "How could it be, Grandpa, I already know what you did for me in Xiangjiang, you took the trouble."

"What, silly boy, your grandpa and I want to see you get out of the shadows and stand up again. How can we allow you to be bullied by outsiders? Our family's old people are not dead yet." Liu Muqian is completely different from the past He is elegant, and there is a sense of domineering in every word.

"Hmm~" Yang Cheng couldn't speak, but nodded heavily.

"Okay, Dad, come over to eat quickly. After dinner, you will have time to chat with your grandson." Liu Yun came over to support Liu Muqian, and said in a coquettish tone.

"You~" Liu Muqian still doted on his beloved daughter like always.

Liu Yun and Yang Cheng each held Liu Muqian's arm and walked towards the restaurant. The backs of the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren looked like a faded old photo under the dimming sensor light, warm and happy!