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"Hey, pay attention! It's one cent per extra character!" Hearing the staff's reminder, Jiang Yizhou didn't stop writing.
He was filling out the Remittance Form at the post office. In this era, sending money through the post office was the most convenient option, especially since his parents only had a local Rural Credit Cooperative savings book.
He took out three thousand yuan from the twenty thousand he had just received, planning to send it home. It was just the right amount; if he sent more, his mother would either deposit it into the savings book or hide it at the bottom of a box.
"Here you go, this is your Remittance Receipt. Keep it safe. If anything goes wrong in between and you lose this proof, the post office won't take responsibility."
After putting the receipt into his wallet, Jiang Yizhou left the counter. He looked around at the many people in the post office hall—some were there for mail orders, while others, like him, were sending money home. Every era has its memories, and he had already become a part of this time.
Actually, Jiang Yizhou had initially planned to find a printing shop to scan his savings book and include it in the letter. However, after thinking it over, he decided against it; it felt somewhat ridiculous.
It was better to send the money directly home—three thousand yuan in cash. Surely his mother would understand his intentions. Later, he could just ask Xiao Ya about it.
After completing the remittance, Jiang Yizhou headed towards the company. He was starting to consider resigning because of this software project.
"Dang dang dang..." Holding the printed Plan, Jiang Yizhou knocked on Lin Jun's office door.
"Come in!" Hearing the voice, Jiang Yizhou pushed open the door and walked in. The layout was simple: an office chair and a round table surrounded by several chairs.
"Manager, I've finished the Plan!" Jiang Yizhou wasn't sure what to expect. Even three years later when Teng Xun was just starting out, things were quite bleak—not to mention now.
He was captivated by that title of being number one in the world. If he could manage to attract some so-called venture capitalists, that would be fantastic.
"Sit down, sit down! No need to be polite; we're just here to exchange ideas. There's tea on the table; help yourself while I take a look!" Lin Jun took the Plan and began flipping through it page by page.
Jiang Yizhou felt anxious. In his previous life as a purely entry-level programmer, he barely made it to middle management before his rebirth. Now he was going to lead a project—start a business!
Having never experienced this before and lacking confidence in himself previously, Jiang Yizhou's only reason for pushing forward was: did he want to live weakly and ineffectively like before?
He didn't want that. So he decided to give it a try. If this attempt failed, he would calmly accumulate work experience and connections. When the internet wave truly arrived in '98 or '99, he would rise with it.
Lin Jun finished reading this Plan and clicked his tongue. It was indeed Jiang Yizhou's style, incredibly arrogant. If his vision were to be realized, the future trend of the world would be that the Internet and related industries would dominate. How could that be possible?
Even with the wealth myth created by Yahoo's IPO shocking the world today, most people still see it merely as a sunrise industry and do not believe in such a dazzling future filled with delusions.
"Jiang, don't you think your plan is a bit inappropriate?" As the stationmaster of Huiduo Network at Beijing Western Point Station, Lin Jun had a good understanding of netizens' needs.
The existence of an amateur asynchronous BBS like Huiduo Network made sense; ultimately, internet access was too expensive, so much so that offline reading and editing of posts were necessary. Perhaps only wealthy Internet service providers like Yinghaiwei had the financial resources to establish forums, game rooms, and various things that would become popular in the future.
Instant Messaging had some value, but it was clearly somewhat redundant—tasteless to consume yet regrettable to discard.
No one could stay connected to the Internet twenty-four hours a day; there was neither the time nor the money. Compared to making phone calls, Instant Messaging had no advantages at all.
Lin Jun analyzed the current situation of China's Internet in detail for Jiang Yizhou and concluded, "This software is good, but without prospects, how can you sustain it?"
Jiang Yizhou already knew this kind of outcome. The times constrained people, just like China's Internet pioneers, Yinghaiwei.
It encompassed numerous products that would successively take the stage on the Internet in the future: forums, Chat Rooms, online post offices, gaming cities, and even online shopping—creating a model of an Internet world.
However, in the end, it was crushed by the waves of the times and washed up on the beach while companies like Sina and Netease seized their opportunities when the time came.
"However, if you really want to give it a try, you can look for some investors and participate in relevant forums. You might meet some people who could help you!"
In other words, it was about taking chances? Jiang Yizhou suddenly felt a headache. If he had one or two million right now, he would directly hire people to get started. But he had no money.
The saying "money troubles even heroes" was not just empty words.
He had looked at the market for Phone Cards; after a recent surge, they had already doubled in value. However, even if he sold everything, he would only have a little over ten thousand yuan. Adding to his existing seventeen thousand yuan in his account gave him thirty thousand yuan in capital. It was indeed quite difficult to make this happen.
"Think it over yourself first!" Lin Jun suggested as if chatting with a friend. "Although it's only been two months, I really think you have talent in this area. Even if you can't do it now, you'll achieve great things in the future!"
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If you never intended to stir things up, then don't make me go through all this trouble! Jiang Yizhou complained inwardly.
Returning to his seat, he dialed the site of Huiduo Network. The sites Jiang Yizhou frequently visited were Lin Jun's Beijing Western Point Station and Ma Huateng's Deep City Station, which belonged to the future founder of Teng Xun.
Recently, he hadn't been in the mood to go online and interact with others; he was focused on his own work and eventually completed that software of over 00k lines. After Lin Jun asked him to write a plan, he simply sent the program package to the administrators of both sites.
However, it was clear that Lin Jun thought the k's innovation was quite good, but that was about it.
On the other hand, Ma Huateng showed great interest by replying to several of his messages.
Disheartened, Jiang Yizhou's mind was filled with thoughts of money. He didn't pay much attention to the technical discussions raised by Ma Huateng. A program written hastily by one person would naturally have many oversights, but the key issue now wasn't that; it was that he couldn't figure out how to commercialize this k at all.
Feeling discouraged, he replied to Ma Huateng's messages and temporarily forgot about these concerns as he immersed himself in work.
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