Media outlets focused on Yanwenzi Group's listing.

More people were interested in Su Yehao than in the company itself.

Numerous newspapers and television stations certainly wouldn't miss the opportunity. After learning that Su Yehao had returned to Hong Kong, a group of reporters and paparazzi once again gathered outside his villa in Big Wave Bay. Some television stations even drove their interview vans over.

The scale was no less than the last time he was targeted.

Some reporters' interview requests went unanswered, so they simply took a different approach, finding a high spot to photograph his mansion on Big Wave Bay Road. If it weren't for the high cost of renting a helicopter, that probably would have been used as well.

In addition, some people found his high school and university classmates, such as Zhao Yimeng, who was clearly the best interview target, not only because she had known Su Yehao for a long time, but also because there had been rumors about them.

Su's father's remark, "I'm willing to offer a billion-dollar betrothal gift," stunned many onlookers.

Now this matter had been dug up again and reheated, making Su Yehao's head throb, feeling like he was being roasted on a fire.

The excitement belonged to others; Su Yehao only felt annoyed.

He only selected a few media outlets to be interviewed, such as the influential *Hong Kong Commercial Daily*, the mainland's familiar *Xinlian Morning Post*, as well as *The New York Times* and *Time* magazine, taking the opportunity to expand his influence.

There was no way he could keep a low profile in the short term, so he might as well increase some soft power, which might be helpful for doing business.

With so many interviews arranged, other things were also varied. Su Yehao rarely experienced the hardships of being an entrepreneur. In the following days, the assistant's office was constantly ringing, and the mailbox and letterbox were filled with all kinds of messages.

There were people selling houses, auction invitations, promotional advertisements from yacht dealers, and of course, charities running around begging for alms… This made Linda Yun, who had always been idle, look a little haggard these days.

April 10th.

Linda Yun came again with a thick stack of documents, and hurriedly said to Su Yehao: "Ah-hao, this time you'll never guess which magazine contacted you at night, they want you to take a set of photos to use as the cover of the next issue."

"What magazine, could it be *National Geographic*?"

Su Yehao was sitting in the study, putting his legs on the desk, the cigar smell in the room hadn't dissipated yet.

Yanwenzi Group's second listing, in the past few trading days, today's market value just broke the 8 billion U.S. dollar mark, doubling the valuation before the listing!

Considering the IPO financing of more than one billion, and the disclosure of the first quarter's financial report, and the formulation of a relatively feasible development strategy, the stock price increase is also reasonable... a load of crap.

Obviously, it's clear that the bubble is accelerating and expanding. Investors no longer value performance. It's rare to encounter a new stock, and the number of outstanding shares is too small. When others see the stock price continue to rise, they also jump in headfirst.

According to this trend, Su Yehao's estimate that Yanwenzi Group's stock price will break 10 billion U.S. dollars by the end of the year is a bit conservative.

In front of him.

After Linda Yun put down the document, she went around the desk and opened the window, continuing to say: "It's actually the famous *Playboy* magazine. I was stunned when I heard the news, I didn't expect it at all. The assistants have contacted and confirmed it. It is indeed this magazine."

After she finished speaking.

Su Yehao raised his eyebrows slightly, smacked his lips, and said with a smile: "It's really rare. Sure enough, *Playboy* magazine has vision. No wonder it can last so long and do such a big business. Others only value my wealth and fame, but only they have noticed my handsomeness. Does this count as being recognized by the fashion circle as handsome?"

"...Yes, yes, it's globally recognized, okay?"

Linda Yun was too familiar with him, casually answering, and then asked: "So what do we do now, decline this invitation for you?"

Su Yehao didn't even think about it, and replied: "I don't know why I should decline the happy event that other men dream of. When I get on the cover, I will directly enlarge and frame the magazine, and keep it as a family heirloom, so that future generations can see how popular their ancestor was."

Linda Yun was speechless for a moment.

After a while, she squeezed out a sentence: "Even if it's an ancestor, it should be counted from your father, or your maternal grandfather, but fortunately your appearance is more like your mother's. I'm most afraid that when people reach middle age, they look more and more like your father."

"Whoa, if you can't chat, say a few less words, why are you being a jinx for no reason? I didn't provoke you, and I was planning to give you a raise."

Seeing Linda Yun's eyes light up, Su Yehao immediately added: "It's gone now. A gentleman takes revenge, even a second is too late."

Linda Yun gritted her teeth, rolled her eyes and said, "It's me being a jinx, pouring salt on the wound, I apologize to you, okay? Then contact them to arrange a time, there's not much left to do, it's finally coming to an end."

Nodding his head.

Su Yehao sighed deeply and said, "Yeah, thanks to those rich second generations, popular news in Hong Kong really doesn't last more than a week, new gossip keeps coming."

What he was referring to was that several Hong Kong wealthy sons had made big news one after another.

First, Li's second son's Cyberport plan caused discussion, and he was rumored to have an affair with a model, and then several wealthy people simultaneously fell in love with that most beautiful Thirteenth Aunt, almost fighting.

In addition to a lot of news stirring things up, Su Yehao gradually... became outdated.

As a mixed-race, Li Xin is still young, and her appearance is indeed quite good, but Su Yehao only thinks it's great.

As someone who has been there, he has seen what they look like after they get older, and besides, aesthetics change with the times. Compared with many so-called goddesses, in Su Yehao's eyes, letting Jiang Yu out can beat them all.

There is an interesting story.

Jiang Yu assisted Little Nizi in managing those trainees. Because she looked too pure and beautiful, at the beginning, she was actually targeted by two Hong Kong girls who joined forces and squeezed out as a competitor.

Needless to say, Little Nizi had to avenge Jiang Yu, and directly let those two narrow-minded people pack up and leave.

Whether the personality is suitable is also the most important thing in selecting an idol group, which is equivalent to defusing the bomb in advance.

…

Temporarily agreeing to accept the interview with *Playboy* magazine, Su Yehao rummaged through magazines and prepared to order a new suit.

These days he's been gaining weight happily, gaining four or five pounds at once, and is busy taking time to exercise.

When processing the magazines sent by Linda Yun, he unexpectedly received a call from Lin Youfeng, vice president of KOKO Ventures, who asked how the racing game proposal was going.

It was more than ten days ago, and Su Yehao still had an impression, only telling him to revise it again, it lacked a bit of characteristics.

Referring to *QQ Speed*, the plan in hand lacked a bit of fun, so this time he planned to personally take the lead and conceive a game outline.

As for whether it can be realized with the current game development technology, this is not a problem he needs to consider personally.

Subsequently.

Jack Ma, who had just gone to Pengcheng to set up a team a few days ago, also called Su Yehao, talking non-stop, all about the ideas for new projects.

Su Yehao once again learned what it means to be "eloquent", listening to the other party's confident tone, but it made people feel very reasonable.

This negotiation.

More than an hour passed quickly...