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"Brother Jiang, what exactly is going on here? I can't understand it at all!" Xiong Xiaoge was seeing an entrepreneur with such confidence for the first time. Starting a business is no joke; if you fail, you might have to start all over again.
Almost all entrepreneurs, even those with ideals, Xiong Xiaoge felt that no one could truly understand how far they could go. Jiang Yizhou's attitude was clearly pessimistic about the situation, yet he directly rejected the opportunity to become a billionaire.
This contradictory feeling was like waiting on the edge of a wave; if you act a bit earlier, you have the motivation to continue, but if you wait too long, you start to decline. It was expected that one would take action, but this is entrepreneurship! You are the pioneer in this field, the first one to take the plunge, yet you operate as if you have foresight into the future.
"Brother Xiong, I'm here now. This isn't the right time, but if you want to leave, I won't oppose it. I really want to take a gamble!" Jiang Yizhou naturally didn't mind. As long as before the Internet bubble burst, he wouldn't worry about finding buyers. This was a crazy era where any plan with potential would attract venture capital.
Since we are in this era, how can we not make things happen? If you want to make money, just sell it off; there should be over a hundred million dollars from selling now undervalued Yahoo stocks. Sell them before the bubble bursts for thirty times the profit.
Jiang Yizhou certainly thought about buying some Yahoo stocks and then selling them at a high point, but that would take some time.
"Gamble? Yi Zhou, I think it's better for you to play it safe. Whether you sell your shares or continue leading the company to go public." Xiong Xiaoge hesitated a bit. America Online was still tirelessly trying to acquire shares from behind the scenes. The more Xiong Xiaoge learned about Jiang Yizhou's achievements in China, the less secure he felt; his rise had been too rapid.
Yang Zhiyuan also soared high but at least proved himself along the way by earning a doctorate from Stanford and having a professional background. In contrast, Jiang Yizhou seemed to have sprung from nowhere; even his educational background couldn't be traced.
The only experience related to the Internet was that he worked and studied outside for a year after becoming an adult—specifically six months—during which he quickly grew into an excellent programmer before starting his entrepreneurial journey.
Whenever Xiong Xiaoge thought of his legendary experience, he found it unbelievable. He could accept someone rising through their own knowledge and eloquence without formal education, but it was hard to imagine someone who hadn't even completed school could reach a professional level in just six months.
"I have confidence; whether Brother Xiong decides to cash out or continue holding shares doesn't affect me at all!" Jiang Yizhou replied ambiguously.
"Then I'm relieved!" With this response, Xiong Xiaoge relaxed. As long as he could understand it, that was good enough.
Jiang Yizhou didn't have time to worry about so much; he still had to focus on participating in building Google.
Time flies, and before long, it was the end of June. Jiang Yizhou shivered from the cold wind blowing in from outside; summer in San Francisco seemed a bit chilly.
"What's wrong? Feeling down?" Song Rushi comforted him.
She said this because of one thing: after Ailumese was split, the Mailbox belonging to Ailumese continued to advance rapidly, relying on qi. With qi reaching 8 million, and despite burning through cash, fail also reached 5 million users.
Additionally, er, a tool designed to help people create blogs, went live as scheduled. Within a month, thousands had set up personal blogs on it, and 50,000 registered accounts were created to bookmark and browse blogs. This was roughly equivalent to the distinction between major influencers and regular users, though the difference was quite significant.
On the other hand, Jiang Yizhou's attempt to draw inspiration from QQ Space's zne faced a Waterloo-like failure because it was too monotonous and redundant with the functions of blogs and personal homepages. This was not the era of broadband in the future; without images, audio, or video, such a product became somewhat of a useless item.
Useless item indeed; in the end, they simply imitated personal homepages and successfully captured a certain market share from the giants of personal homepages.
In a sense, Jiang Yizhou's first step toward change failed here, forcing him to follow the original path of that penguin—doing whatever was popular. Now it was a world of personal homepages and Portals.
Blogs and Mailbox and Portals had already emerged; Jiang Yizhou merely armed them with better and more complete ideas without making significant changes to history. Zne was different; it arrived in this world too early.
From the recently emerged 556k high-speed modems to broadband, there was still a long way to go. This left Jiang Yizhou feeling quite disheartened. One person... cough cough, better just focus on making money!
Because things did not go as he initially planned, Jiang Yizhou reluctantly accepted this reality but remained somewhat emotionally low.
"How could this be? Although I didn't meet my expectations, I still managed to establish a foothold!" Jiang Yizhou said somewhat insincerely.
Personal homepages and zne were two different things; the former was a personal website while the latter was a social platform. Moreover, after blogs emerged, personal homepages gradually declined. These past few years should be their final glory.
"What are you thinking about?" Song Rushi walked over to Jiang Yizhou's side.
Leaning against the other side of the window for various reasons—perhaps being too lazy to move, or maybe having gotten used to living there, or perhaps he thought living with a beautiful woman was quite nice—they were still sharing that same apartment they had started out in.
"I want to go to Hong Kong!" Jiang Yizhou thought of the upcoming handover ceremony in Hong Kong; how could he not see such a grand event in person?
"Are you going to watch the handover ceremony?" Song Rushi asked, somewhat troubled.
"I can watch the handover ceremony on TV. I don't have the energy to mix in with that crowd; I want to see the troops arrive!" Jiang Yizhou placed his hand on Song Rushi's shoulder to help her relax.
"Do you want to go together? This is a personal matter, and participation is not mandatory!" Jiang Yizhou looked into her eyes, sounding somewhat hopeful.
"Since you're going, how can I not go?"
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At the entrance of Shiqiao High School, Jiang Xiaoya, dressed in brand new clothes, pushed her newly bought pink bicycle as she said goodbye to her friends and hurried home. Since her family had suddenly become wealthy, she was starting to get used to this lifestyle. She used to envy others, but now she found herself somewhat indulged in being admired by others.
She secretly took the shuttle to the brand store in the county town to buy clothes that were popular in big cities. Her daily dining expenses had also increased, but if it were just that, it would be fine.
The problem was her current grades; although they had improved somewhat, they were still far behind compared to her previous performance in middle school. Since she had paid for sponsorship to get in, her homeroom teacher even praised her for making progress…
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