Chapter 143: Offering Advice

Those who had resigned from Feiteng Company in advance left one after another, and newcomers joined the company, quickly getting on track under the guidance of the veterans.

Confirming that Feiteng Company was in the clear, Zhao Fan returned to school and diligently attended his classes.

Just a few days into his classes, Jiang Ying sought out Zhao Fan once again, specifically inviting him to dinner.

In the private dining room of the restaurant, before Jiang Ying could even speak, Zhao Fan took the initiative.

"Director Jiang, I have no money."

Jiang Ying: "..."

He rolled his eyes and said with annoyance, "Aside from having no money, is there anything else you can say?"

Zhao Fan rubbed his chin: "I can't help you."

Jiang Ying's eyes rolled even further: "Alright, I didn't come here today for money."

"Then what is it for?"

"Make an advertisement for me."

"An advertisement? A cell phone advertisement?"

"What else could it be besides a cell phone?"

Zhao Fan frowned: "If I remember correctly, your cell phone was just released not long ago?"

"It was just released, but that doesn't mean the newly released model is the entirety of my Dishui Company. Even before its launch, the cell phone had already made new progress."

"So that's how it is."

Zhao Fan came to a sudden realization, which was immediately followed by disapproval.

"Smartphones have just been launched, and most people haven't upgraded yet. Releasing a new model under these circumstances is not conducive to making a profit."

"I understand that, but the crucial point is that I must launch the new model as soon as possible."

Zhao Fan's frown deepened: "May I ask the reason behind your doing this?"

"This is an internal family matter, hard to discuss."

Although Jiang Ying claimed it was hard to discuss, the mention of an internal family matter already made Zhao Fan realize the crux of the issue.

Within a large family, it was nothing more than competition among peers.

After pondering for about ten minutes, Zhao Fan said, "From my perspective, this new model must absolutely not be released right now. If you are doing this for a certain aspect of competition, I suggest first revealing the research and development direction of the phone, and as for the release date..."

Pausing for a few minutes, Zhao Fan spoke again: "It is best to wait until half a year later to maximize the benefits."

At this point, Zhao Fan added a question: "You aren't competing for money, are you?"

If it were for money, Jiang Ying wouldn't be in such a rush to push a new model.

Sure enough, after Zhao Fan's words fell, Jiang Ying nodded.

"I am indeed not pushing the new model for the sake of money."

"Since it's not for money, things are much easier. Just follow what I said: slowly reveal the R&D progress, keep the consumers in suspense, and sell it when the time comes. What do you think?"

Jiang Ying pondered for a moment and felt that Zhao Fan's words made sense.

"We will do just as you say."

"Alright, I'll have someone write an article and publish your R&D progress on..." Zhao Fan suddenly paused, "Director Jiang, have you ever considered creating a website for Dishui?"

"A website? What do you mean?"

"Similar to my Feiteng Search, but exclusively related to Dishui phones. Upload the relevant information there, and naturally, interested people will search and check it out."

Jiang Ying's eyes lit up slightly: "This is a good method of yours, but this website..."

Zhao Fan said, "I'll take charge of it."

"Pleasure doing business with you."

The two of them clinked their glasses. During the subsequent casual chat, Zhao Fan intentionally or unintentionally brought up cameras.

"You say, if this phone could have clearer photography and videography functions, wouldn't it be... Ah, look at me letting my imagination run wild. Ordinary phones already have cameras, but videography? That's too difficult. Come, come, Director Jiang, fill it up."

A thoughtful gleam flashed in Jiang Ying's eyes. Ordinary keypad phones already had camera functions, but if the Dishui phone could add a videography function on top of the camera function, it would somehow manage to stand out.

"Come, come, Director Zhao, help yourself."

When the dinner concluded, Zhao Fan hailed a taxi and left.

Jiang Ying stood at the entrance of the restaurant for a long time, then suddenly slammed his palm down: "Tell them to add the videography function!"

On the other side, Zhao Fan returned to school just in time for the afternoon classes.

As the day passed and school let out for the evening, Zhao Fan received a call from his mother. Over the phone, his mother spoke hesitantly, merely telling Zhao Fan to come home early because there were guests at the house.

Aside from that, his mother said nothing else.

Feeling a bit strange and figuring he had nothing to do, Zhao Fan decided to just head straight back.

The moment he pushed the door open, Zhao Fan saw Zhao Haiting and Yang Qingqing sitting in the living room, and his expression instantly sank.

"What are you two doing here?"

Zhao Haiting lowered his head and remained silent.

Yang Qingqing stood up with a beaming smile: "This is our home too, it's completely normal for us to come over."

"Your home?" Zhao Fan found it ridiculous, "Since when did I not know this villa became your home?"
"Oh, we're all family, why talk about yours and mine? Xiaofan, your sister-in-law was foolish in the past and did some wrong things. I'm apologizing to you now, so you should..."

Zhao Fan raised a hand, cutting off Yang Qingqing's words: "Hold on, I don't have a sister-in-law, so don't go around claiming relatives arbitrarily."

Yang Qingqing opened her eyes wide in surprise: "What do you mean by claiming relatives arbitrarily? Xiaofan, aren't we flesh-and-blood relatives? Look, sitting right over there is your eldest brother. As the saying goes, even if bones are broken, the tendons remain connected. You can't just disown this eldest brother."

"When bones are broken, let alone tendons, even your life might not be saved. Ms. Yang, have you forgotten certain things?"

Zhao Fan smiled faintly. Though his tone seemed gentle, the words he uttered caused the smile on Yang Qingqing's face to freeze.

"Xiaofan, this... You, aren't you deliberately trying to keep your eldest brother from coming home?"

"This place belongs to me. Even if he comes home, he shouldn't be coming to my place. Understand?"

Yang Qingqing was about to speak again when Zhao Haiting, who had been sitting quietly in the back, suddenly stood up.

"Enough."

"What do you mean, enough?"

Zhao Haiting walked a few steps to the back of Yang Qingqing, his tone icy: "I know this is his house. I'm taking her and leaving right now."

As Zhao Haiting walked past him, Zhao Fan suddenly raised his arm, blocking his path.

"What do you mean by this?"

Zhao Fan looked at Yang Qingqing: "The door card."

When Zhao Haiting left in a huff previously, Zhao Fan had forgotten to take back the door card. The fact that the two of them were able to get in this time was definitely related to that door card.

For the sake of his future peace of mind, Zhao Fan would not allow Zhao Haiting to leave with the door card again.

His mother couldn't help but speak up: "Xiaofan, that door card..."

"Mom, I'm not the one trying to sever ties."

His mother's words came to an abrupt halt. She glanced at Zhao Haiting, then at Zhao Fan, and ultimately said nothing, turning around to return to her room.

His father didn't leave either, but merely stared fixedly at the cup on the table, as if it were the most crucial thing in the world.

Zhao Haiting gritted his teeth: "I didn't bring the door card with me."

"You didn't bring the door card? Don't tell me Mom and Dad let you in, because Mom and Dad haven't even left the residential complex recently."

His father had been sued. Even though the new female manager ultimately withdrew the lawsuit later on, his reputation was already ruined. As a result, his father avoided going out whenever possible.

His mother had always followed his father's lead, so naturally she stayed within the complex and rarely went out.

"I still remember what a certain someone said once..."