Chapter 125: Website Mission Accomplished
Xiang Weiguo hung up the video call with the shareholders in a daze. When his wife called him to the entertainment room, the large television had already started playing the theme song of Empresses in the Palace, and his youngest daughter and Lin Ming had seamlessly entered live stream mode.
“Weiguo, you’re way too slow.” Lin Minzhi complained, sending him the draft document. “Xiao Xue’s live stream is about to start. Don’t block the child from streaming. Sit beside me and look at this.”
She patted the empty seat beside her. As soon as the theme song ended, she stared fixedly at the screen and started watching the TV series. From the perspective of a high-level cadre in the Cultural Affairs Bureau, this drama held tremendous research value for their Cultural Affairs Bureau—whether it was the compilation of stories and the depiction of real history within it, or the methods people in ancient times used to shoot films and TV series, all of it was content worth studying. And as a modern youth woman—who wouldn’t like the post-dinner entertainment of binge-watching while eating snacks? Not to mention this was a massively popular drama that major TV stations had aired countless times that year. Only Xiang Chuan, who had watched it several times on TV in her previous life and later used it as background noise after starting work, could be immune to its attraction. But for modern people lacking literary entertainment content, its destructive power was like that of Shanghai Bund back when it emptied the streets. Not just modern women—Xiang Weiguo couldn’t help it either. While looking at the draft in his hand, he kept glancing up at the large television now and then, and finally simply closed the light screen to watch the drama with his wife and daughter. Their secretary and the starfish servant had brought over small pastries and beverages for binge-watching at some point, and the two sat in chairs nearby holding cake and juice, watching with great relish too.
Xiang Chuan, who was waiting for her father to reply, found this amusing and exasperated, so she simply went with the flow and watched the finale she didn’t know how many times she’d seen.
When the ending music played, the live stream room unusually had no bullet comments, but the online viewer count had already surged to the limit of ten thousand, scaring the operations team kids badly. Before they could immerse themselves in the afterglow of the ending for long, they immediately started frantically maintaining the server.
After a big “Complete” appeared on the screen, the previously vanished bullet comments surged out like a flood release. At first, they were just exclamations or brief expressions of feelings, but later as more people seriously recapped, long strings of bullet comments directly overwhelmed the entire screen. Eventually, Xiang Xue couldn’t keep up, so she directly turned off the bullet comments and picked some concise ones to interact with.
When Xiang Weiguo snapped out of the plot, he realized he had only read the first sentence at the beginning of the document his wife had given him. Seeing the gazes of his wife and the eldest daughter sitting opposite, he lightly coughed twice to avoid embarrassment and reopened the light screen to read it seriously. In Xiang Weiguo’s view, his wife asking him to look at this thing in the children’s entertainment room instead of the study room meant it wasn’t anything major, so he originally planned to just skim it. But as he read on, his expression began to turn grave.
From the perspective of the top figure in a group, this could only be called a draft, but the content was very attractive to him—establishing a site for paid viewing of TV series, with a very detailed basic framework for the site content and personnel allocation. However, he could also see from this that the draft wasn’t from his wife’s hand, because some personnel allocations seemed unnecessary to him—site maintenance, data screening, server architecture could all be handled by AI, so why add extra manpower? Wouldn’t that just increase operating costs for nothing? His wife, in the director position, couldn’t possibly not know this common knowledge. Xiang Xue, who had been soaking in the live stream room exchanging ideas with peers in technology since last month, and Lin Ming naturally wouldn’t make this mistake either, so…
Xiang Weiguo looked at his eldest daughter in surprise. Seeing her father staring at her with a weird expression, Xiang Chuan was full of doubt: Had she written something that went against common sense? Or did modern people not need to go to such lengths to make websites? But after all, this involved payment issues and ancient Earth TV series—the sensitive money problems and the currently hot ancient culture products—so being extra cautious wasn’t an issue, right?
“Xiao Chuan, did you make this?”
As soon as Xiang Weiguo spoke, Xiang Chuan’s heart sank: Oh no, there really was some common sense issue?
Her heart was pounding, but she forced herself to keep a straight face and replied: “Yes, Dad. Do you see any problems?”
“There are indeed problems, but nothing major.” Xiang Weiguo stroked his chin. He was now a bit puzzled. He had originally thought his daughter would focus her energy on the mysterious space-time turbulence in her hands, and since she previously liked literature, she definitely wouldn’t be interested in this kind of office template. But now it seemed otherwise. This draft she made was, apart from those few common sense points, very straightforward, clear, orderly, and not chaotic.
Could it be that the eldest daughter had awakened some commercial talent? After university, he could poach her into the company to train as Xiang Qi’s deputy?
Xiang Weiguo suppressed this eager idea and turned his gaze to the draft in his hand. He had to admit, this was a very good proposal for Xiang Xue and Xiang Chuan as the provider of film and TV drama resources.
“Apart from streamlining a few unnecessary departments and positions, the entire project plan has no major issues. What do you want us to sponsor?”
“So Dad, you agree?!” Xiang Xue abruptly turned her head to look at her father. When Xiang Chuan proposed this suggestion earlier, she had been very tempted, but her mother said nothing about her sister’s project plan, and after her father arrived, his expression was weird, so she thought it was a no-go. But now it seemed otherwise.
“Building the website itself isn’t a big deal. What you want to ask about are the issues with the Cultural Affairs Bureau and terminals, right?” Xiang Weiguo said, pulling the text to the last page, where these current difficulties of the project were listed very straightforwardly. When Xiang Weiguo first saw it, he thought these requests might be too blunt, but then he realized the draft was written for him and his wife as parents, and kids asking parents for things wouldn’t beat around the bush, so he let it go.
“Yes, because it involves money transactions, we’re not clear if there are any difficulties in that process. One is that we have no experience cooperating on payment websites, and two, Xiang Xue and I are both minors, so we don’t know if we can establish a website requiring fund transactions in our names.”
The second point was Xiang Chuan’s true thought, but the first wasn’t a lie either. In her previous life when she participated in planning, mobile scan payments were already popular on the market, so payment issues weren’t in the planning considerations. But modern payments, as far as she knew, were bound to personal terminals, and market money circulation was under strict government monitoring, so they had to be extra cautious.
“No need to worry about that. There are plenty of kids skilled in information technology development who build attractive sites on their own to sell various technologies. Minors’ financial transactions are not restricted.”
This was true, because even for the Yue Xiang Group, crucial to the Third Fleet, every fund transaction was under the supervision of the fleet finance bureau. In other words, as long as they accepted supervision from the finance bureau, regular fund circulation wouldn’t be restricted. Of course, children under 10 still needed guardians to conduct fund transactions.
Hearing this, Xiang Chuan raised an eyebrow: It’s a done deal!
Generally, when submitting a project plan, as long as the funding is no issue, everything else is fine. As for operating costs, leave that to Xiang Xue and her little team to figure out. But the Xiang Family wouldn’t skimp on pocket money for their children—Xiang Xue’s savings were no less than Xiang Chuan’s when she was in junior high, only more.
