Time arrived in March.

Su Yehao's new courtyard was already in the design stage, and a brand-new public relations department had been prepared. Occasionally, he would be scheduled for some interviews.

The tot portal website and search engine were quietly launched on the last day of February. The first batch of users was mainly tAt chat users. The daily traffic exceeded 10,000, but the reviews weren't out yet.

The backend was on standby at any time, fully resolving the bugs encountered during the public beta, such as the website not being able to be added to the favorites bar, the search engine not responding, and so on.

There were very few competitors on the track, and users were relatively tolerant. After all, they had never used a better program, so there was no sense of gap, and instead, it attracted a lot of praise.

Many users who came into contact with the search engine for the first time spontaneously promoted it in the forum, saying that they had found a powerful product.

Su Yehao personally tested the tot search engine. In fact, in his opinion, it was a bit bad. The search results were not accurate enough, the response speed was too slow, and the experience was far inferior to Yahoo, which had already become popular in Hong Kong.

However, his subordinates told him to be patient and wait, saying that the Silicon Valley R&D center was developing an algorithm that would soon be able to optimize search results according to website ratings.

As for how to optimize it, Su Yehao didn't understand, but the first-generation tot search engine could be used reluctantly. In the short term, this was enough for most people.

Morning of March 2nd.

He woke up and found that his tooth hurt. It hurt even more after brushing his teeth and rinsing his mouth. He had no appetite for the fragrant shredded pork noodles.

Thus,

Nangong Tian chose to skip class and accompany Su Yehao to the Royal Earl Hospital in Sheung Wan.

Judging from the name, this was the Tang family's property.

After the Tang family's old man divided the family property, 20% of the entire Earl Medical Group's shares had been handed over to Su Yehao's mother for management, and were affiliated with the family charitable trust fund, worth about 400 to 500 million Hong Kong dollars.

Also divided out was 20% of the shares of Sihai International Group, which was said to be for Su Yehao, but the actual manager of the charitable trust was still his mother.

If it hadn't been for Su's father's meddling last time, the actual controller of the charitable trust fund might have been Su Yehao.

Until now, he had not given up the idea of intervening in the operation of the foundation. He was preparing to find an opportunity to talk to his mother seriously, such as mortgaging a sum of money to buy Nasdaq index funds, U.S. stock options or futures, etc. Compared with choosing a single stock, this would be easier to convince her.

Recently, Su Yehao himself was also learning to play with options and futures, using less principal, and the returns might be greater...

Toothache is not a disease, but it hurts to death.

Before arriving at the hospital, Su Yehao called his mother. When he arrived at the hospital, including the director, the president, the vice president, the director of the dental department, and the like, all came to the door to greet him.

Dentists in Hong Kong make a lot of money. They are divided into ordinary dentists, senior dentists, and chief dentists. The two chief dentists in the hospital put down their work and jointly diagnosed Su Yehao. First, they took an X-ray and found that the tooth root was not a big problem. It was just an upper cavity, but there was a wisdom tooth squeezing behind it, so it was best to pull it out.

It was just a small problem.

Originally it was just a toothache, but all of a sudden, two wisdom teeth were pulled out. When Su Yehao left the hospital with gauze in his mouth, he regretted it:

"I had a hot head just now, and they persuaded me to pull them out, so I agreed. But the wisdom teeth have no effect for the time being, only the cavity is hurting. Now I can't eat anything on either side, am I asking for trouble? I might swell up like a pig's head later. If it wasn't my family's hospital, I would suspect that they wanted to take the opportunity to make money from me."

Nangong Tian took advantage of Su Yehao's tooth extraction period and did a dental check-up. She smiled and said:

"The dental clinic I used to go to can earn several million a year, so I often go to your family's club for drinks and consumption. Looking at your grandfather's hospital, people come and go, and you have to line up to register and pay. It must be very profitable, right?"

Hearing this question, Su Yehao seriously recalled it and shook his head, saying:

"I don't know either. Next time, I'll ask my mother for a financial report from the Earl Medical Group. Rich people from surrounding areas also like to come to Hong Kong for medical treatment. The fees are very high. Anyway, there are several hospitals in my family, which makes me feel at ease. If something happens, a helicopter will come directly to the door."

As soon as he finished speaking, his phone rang suddenly.

He thought his mother was calling to ask about the situation, but when he saw the name on the screen, he realized it was Director Dou Jiafeng.

It had been a while since he ran into Director Dou again at the tea restaurant when he accompanied his grandfather last time.

During this period, the other party had contacted Su Yehao several times to discuss writing a script.

The Hong Kong film industry is relatively rough. Some directors even dare to write and shoot at the same time without a script, and change the plot at any time.

This means that before the finished product comes out, no one knows what it will be like.

It was expected to invest more than 10 million Hong Kong dollars, so Su Yehao would certainly not be so hasty. In mid-February, Director Dou sent a script, saying it was a love story, but in the end it became a robber and gunfight story again. It seemed that if it didn't involve fighting and killing, the screenwriter wouldn't be able to write a script. He directly sent it back to be rewritten.

As Party A, it was really cool.

Su Yehao answered the phone. After hearing that the script had been written again, he continued to bite on the cotton to stop the bleeding, spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and said in a vague voice: "Only two weeks, so fast? Okay, send the script to Big Wave Bay Road, I'll wait for you at home."

On the other end of the phone.

Dou Jiafeng said with a smile: "Yes, I urge them to write every day, staring at them to write, working more than ten hours a day, so hard! I'll go now, I'll be there in about half an hour."

Su Yehao knew something about Dou's situation.

The other party was completely a "circle loafer" in the film industry. The most famous of his works had a total box office of only more than 8 million, and it was still the kind with a little color.

He knew that he wanted to be a director, but Su Yehao always felt uneasy, so he was only considering asking the other party to help polish a reliable script and pay him for it.

As for who to find to shoot it, he had to think about it again.

He took a car back home, put an ice pack on his face, and the accompanying nurse looked at the time, opened the box and helped take out the hemostatic cotton.

There was still a little blood in his saliva, but it didn't hurt as much as Su Yehao had imagined. He had just sat by the window on the first floor to bask in the sun and rest, and continued to put an ice pack on his face when Director Dou Jiafeng arrived.

Seeing Su Yehao's appearance, Director Dou was stunned for a moment and asked suspiciously, "Young Master Su, is there anyone in Hong Kong who dares to hit you? What happened to your face?"

"...Tooth extraction, where's the script? I don't want to talk."

"Okay, okay, you continue to rest. I've read this script. It's completely different from the last one. The screenwriter was inspired by *Titanic* and wrote a story about falling in love while traveling."

Su Yehao nodded and took the script, first looking at the outline introduction.

In short, it was a sweet teenage romance, and later they accidentally became netizens. There was a series of encounters and accidents, and finally they discovered the story of finding their old love.

If he could capture the beauty, warmth, and so on, it would feel good, but he always felt that there were some highlights missing.

So he used his own brain to try to change some of the plot, and also found Nangong Tian to help...