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At the other end of the video, Tang Yi's hand just pressed onto the bow tie. When he heard Jiang Fanxi suddenly ask, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and loosened the tie and unbuttoned the two buttons on the top of the shirt.

The man's fingers are fair and slender, with clear joints. The nail bed is healthy pink, and his nails are round and neatly crafted, without barbs or dead skin.

Thinking of the unscrupulous exploration of the hands on him, Jiang Fanxi's heart beat a few beats, as if the hands were burning magic at this time.

She blushed, lowered her head, pretended to fold her clothes seriously, completely forgot that she was asking Tang Yi who she would have dinner with tonight.

Tang Yi didn't explain much, but instead said, "I'm fine tomorrow night, so I'll pick you up as usual?"

"Lee Hae-yeon is going to the company tomorrow, and I'm not sure if I need to have dinner with her tomorrow night."

"Okay, call me before getting off work tomorrow." Tang Yi pulled off his tie, opened the wardrobe door, and hung his vest and suit in.

Then, Jiang Fanxi heard the subtle sound of metal and leather colliding together, and turned his face to look at the phone.

In the dim light environment, Tang Yi leaned over slightly, and soon stood up, put the dark trousers in his hand on the stool at the end of the bed, and walked over to get his cell phone.

In just a blink of an eye, he had taken off his trousers and changed into home trousers.

"I'm going to take a shower, do I have to hang up the video?"

Jiang Fanxi came back to his senses and opened his mouth: "Ah?"

When connecting to the other end, Tang Yi didn't say anything, smiled and opened the door of the wing room and walked into the bathroom next door.

The camera swayed a few times, and the picture suddenly became stable, and the next second it was directly facing Tang Yi's face.

So Jiang Fanxi saw him holding the shaving soak and shook it up and down a few times, squeezed out a pile of dense white shaving soaked in the palm of his hand, and then slowly applied it to the lips and cheeks.

Tang Yi has a beard, but he shaved his beard clean before going out every time he goes out, and his sideburns are also handled very well. It is the conical sideburn that has been popular in the past two years. It not only does not have the rough feeling of a big man with a beard, but instead has a clean and youthful feeling.

Jiang Fanxi suddenly remembered that when she was in Shenzhen and Shanghai, she saw him having fun shaving, and she had the idea of ​​trying to try his hand, so she asked him to hold himself and sit on the sink.

The autumn clothes outside the house were thick and the warm inside was as warm as spring. She sat on the sink in a nightgown, her legs crossed around his waist, holding his razor in her hand, and shaving his beard one by one.

The first time I was not sure about the technique, I shaved a bloody mark on his cheek, which scared Zhou Heng so much that he thought they were fighting, so she touched Tang Yi...

Thinking of the sweetness of the two months, Jiang Fanxi smiled from the corner of his lips and looked at his phone sweetly.

On the screen, Tang Yi raised his chin, his face slightly tilted a little, and was shaving in front of the mirror seriously.

Jiang Fanxi just looked at it, sweet and boring, and had the intention of teasing him, and said, "Last time in Shenzhen and Shanghai, I secretly used your shaver."

Tang Yi looked faint: "I know."

"Ah?" Jiang Fanxi was stunned. "I used it and had some washing. How could you know?"

Tang Yihu's lips bent with a circle of white shaving foam: "How can I not know what you are missing? Also, I don't want me to know that you used my razor to shave your armpit hair. I will remember to dry it after rinsing it with water next time."

Jiang Fanxi "cut" him with disgust: "It's boring! I can't chat! I'm going to die!"

He said this, but did not really break the connection.

Tang Yi smiled and asked, "Li Haiyan is going to pass tomorrow?"

Jiang Fanxi said "Yes" and said, "I'm very curious about how many tricks she has. To be honest, when she comes, we have to put down all the things on hand to deal with her. In fact, it's quite a waste of time. Fortunately, it's the end of the year and hasn't started to develop new products yet, so we really don't have the time to accompany her to the rules."

Tang Yi shaved his beard while listening to her complaints quietly.

"That's why I said that she is very rigid and doesn't look at the attributes and characteristics of your company at all. She must do things according to the rules. It's too rigid!"

She had just finished complaining and calmed down.

Tang Yi lowered his head and rinsed his razor, his tone was light:

"Every cent that comes in is conditional, and some conditions are even extremely harsh. After fully protecting the returns of investors, it is difficult for entrepreneurs to take the money. If you hold it hot, you will have problems if you don't take the company's capital chain. Several years later, when you think back to your entrepreneurial career, maybe what impressed you the most was not the moment when the bell rings, but the times that made you choose extremely difficult financing."

His voice was very light and his tone was casual, as if he was just sharing an ordinary experience.

Entrepreneurs who have truly experienced difficult choices can understand the irresistible capital power contained in these words and the sense of powerlessness of desperateness.

But Jiang Fanxi, who had been very successful in the last two financings, naturally could not empathize: "It's not necessarily true. Jing Jizhi did not put forward any other strict requirements except for dividends."

Tang Yi sneered: "You are stupid, you are the world champion; you are smart, why do you become so naive when you are like this?"

What Jing Jizhi wants is the AI ​​chip you are still developing, rather than a small-scale accompanying robot project. Of course, he has no requirements for things he is not interested in, and of course he has no requirements.

But these are not suitable for Jiang Fanxi to know about now, and Tang Yi was just thinking about it in his heart.

He shook the razor that had been washed over the water in his hand, hung it on a special shaving rack, lowered his head and poured water on his face, rinsed the shaving soaks, wiped his face, and slapped the water behind the shave on his face.

"Many people think that after rounds of investment, the company will quickly grow from an unknown small workshop to a unicorn in a certain field. Then one day, it will be listed at a sky-high valuation and become the largest iPo in the industry. The founder gained both fame and fortune. From then on, the car and BMW will be rich."

After saying this, he also took a photo of the water after sausage. He looked at Jiang Fanxi on his phone and asked seriously: "The investor? What role does the investor play in this process? What will he take with him when he brings huge amounts of money?"

Jiang Fanxi opened his mouth as if he was admitted to the professor and replied in a low voice: "Investors can pay dividends. The founder makes a lot of profits, and investors can definitely make money with them."

Tang Yi shook his head, feeling that no matter how much he said, it would be better to let Jiang Fanxi go out and practice it himself.

"Okay, I'll take a shower," he took his phone down, touched his thumb on the screen, and jumped out of the icon that cuts the connection, "You go to bed early. If you have any arrangements tomorrow afternoon, remember to call me, good night."

"Good night."

...

At the same time, Lee Hae-yeon was re-preparing other financing plans and agreements for FX in the hotel room.

She remembered Tang Yi's face changed when he heard her bottom line plan at night, and she felt even more strange. She stopped her hands typing on the keyboard, thought for a few minutes, and then made a phone call.

There is a quick link there.

Lee Hae-yeon said in Chinese: "Hi, james, good morning."

"Are you a little while ago, helen, have you seen ty?"

"Well, I've seen him." Li Haiyan looked at the terms on the laptop screen, "james, I want to ask you something, it's related to FX." Her Beipu was already incredible and her voice came out.

On the other end of the phone, Jing Jizhi said simply: "You said."

"What is the relationship between fx and ty? Or... does its founder have other private relationships with ty?"

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Chapter completed!