Chapter 169: Three Months

Rushing to the hospital in a hurry, she inquired and found Cheng Feng, who was staring blankly at the corpse, and Wu Di, who was standing on the side with a face full of grief, frustration, and regret, looking very complicated.

Walking to the front, Lin Xia poked Wu Di, signaled Cheng Feng on the side with her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

Seeing Lin Xia come over, Wu Di was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Lin Xia to come; he hadn't given Lin Xia the news before because of what Cheng Feng had said when he was drinking with Cheng Feng yesterday.

Shaking his head, Wu Di said, "You'd better go, Lin Xia."

Only looking at Cheng Feng with heartache, Lin Xia didn't even turn her head. "Why?"

"His mood is very unstable now, I heard about what happened last time, he..."

"It's fine, I'll just take a look, I can't leave when he's like this, I have to accompany him."

"You... sigh..."

Wu Di opened his mouth and didn't say it, just sighed. Cheng Feng was a mad dog now, biting whoever he saw...

After watching for a while, Lin Xia stepped forward; she wanted to give Cheng Feng comfort, give him warmth, give him care.

"Madman, you have to pull yourself together, Uncle must not want to see you like this in heaven..."

Cheng Feng, who was lost in thought, came back to his senses, turned his head, and stared at Lin Xia with red, swollen eyes. "What are you here for?"

Lin Xia reached out and stroked Cheng Feng's cheek with heartache. "How could I not come when such a big thing happened."

Cheng Feng slapped Lin Xia's hand away and shouted angrily, "Don't pity me... get out..."

Lin Xia's little tears fell down. "Madman, I'm not, I..."

"I told you to get out..."

Wu Di stepped forward and pulled Lin Xia to the side, not letting her continue to speak and stimulate Cheng Feng. "You go back first, I'll watch here, wait until Madman's mood stabilizes, then you come over."

Lin Xia wanted to speak while crying, but Wu Di shook his head and sighed. "Go..."

Wiping away tears, Lin Xia left. Her good intentions were truly misplaced. She naturally knew Cheng Feng was emotionally agitated and in a bad mood; unless one was a monster, it was impossible to be good when encountering this kind of thing.

It was just that there was no necessity between people, and emotional agitation couldn't become an excuse for wantonly venting on relatives and friends.

If there hadn't been that matter at the bar before, Lin Xia really wouldn't have left no matter what. But that one time was enough to hurt her, and this time it was like this again; hurt upon hurt, she was a bit heartbroken.

Twelve o'clock, Zhongguancun.

"There's a download, there's a download..."

An employee looked at the jumping numbers on the backend and shouted in surprise.

Wang Yan on the side shook his head at the group of nervous employees.

It was early 2011, and Steve Jobs had only just shouted the slogan of changing the world last year; the popularity of smartphones was far from reaching the level it would later have. Although they had started warming up on portal websites a few days ago, and today they were even putting up billboards in the four major cities offline, limited by the number of smartphone users and the lack of strong traffic guidance like Tencent's QQ, the data definitely wouldn't look very good.

Their WeChat mainly relied on the first-mover advantage, as well as the high-quality product that he, Wang Mouren, knew, to leave a batch of people, and later it would rely on word-of-mouth hype, as well as Pinyidao's activities to pull in new users.

Not disturbing the good mood of the group of subordinates, he returned to the office and started writing the core code in his mind.

Before, it was to rush the time to launch first, to steal Tencent's home, so he didn't have time to get his code. Now that WeChat was online, and Pinyidao wasn't in a hurry, he only needed to control it with a part of his energy from time to time, and it would be fine to get it out in two or three months. What was most important to him was artificial intelligence; after all, this was the fundamental basis for him to settle down, get rich, and... help the country and benefit himself in reality.

Actually, the prescription in his hand was more suitable, it was just that the difficulty was too high, and he didn't know how many years it would take to improve it. Otherwise, he would go back to reality and sell health supplements, a product suitable for all ages, which others couldn't make, which was basically no different from robbing money.

And long-term consumption combined with exercise, although the curative effect wasn't significant, it was truly beneficial to the body, and robbing money felt at ease. Being able to stand in front of the stage openly and grandiosely and say: Wang Mouren's life wish is for everyone in my China to be like a dragon. Seriously, it had a higher style than changing the world at every turn.

It's a pity...

He naturally knew the news of that old bastard Cheng Shengen's death. Being angered to death by his own son, this way of death was truly rare, and he died quite miserably. Whether the old bastard could close his eyes below, it was really hard to say.

Cheng Feng definitely couldn't inherit the Dade Group. Let alone whether Cheng Feng's own ability was enough, even if it was, it wouldn't work, because he, Wang Mouren, didn't agree. Cheng Shengen died, which was already cheap for that old bastard; otherwise, he should have been arranged to have a glorious first half of his life and a miserable second half.

He wouldn't deliberately toss Cheng Feng; it was still the same sentence, a small character wasn't worth wasting his energy.

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If he didn't have the Dade Group, in the situation of having no money, no home, ending up on the street, and not having enough to eat, if Cheng Feng could still stand up, as long as he didn't look for trouble, that would be it. Anyway, he had this wave, whether he was a dragon or a turtle depended on Cheng Feng himself.

Wang Yan shook his head, stopped thinking about those messy things, and focused on typing on the keyboard.

He worked until past nine in the evening, then tidied up, encouraged his subordinates who were still fighting hard, and went to Wu Mei's house.

Before, Yang Zixi had called him, saying Lin Xia had gone to find her.

It wasn't strange that Lin Xia went to find Yang Zixi, with whom she had been playing together every day recently and whose relationship looked better than back then, after being stabbed by Cheng Feng again. After all, mixing with Yang Zixi meant eating well and drinking well; it was just two words, consumption.

Wang Yan didn't have any meaning, remembered Wu Mei, whom he hadn't contacted for a long time, and called to make an appointment.

After all, Wu Di was Cheng Feng's good brother, now that Cheng Feng's father had died, Wu Di naturally had to go over to help, so wasn't Wu Mei free?

They were all lonely men and women in the bustling, materialistic city whose souls couldn't find a home, and helping each other was also a good thing. They were all flesh-and-blood Bodhisattvas, and all had immeasurable merit...

Just as Wang Yan was going to Wu Mei's house, Shi Xiaomeng also hummed a little tune happily and returned to the rented house.

Shen Bing greeted him at the door as usual, helping Shi Xiaomeng push his coat and change his slippers. Sleeping in the same bed, although Shi Xiaomeng had restrained his smile when he entered the room, Shen Bing still noticed his happiness. She immediately asked with a smile, "Xiaomeng, what good thing happened, so happy today?"

"Hey, it's just that that scum Cheng Feng finally stopped pestering us, so I'm relaxed inside. Otherwise, I'm always worried that he'll go crazy and do something irrational."

He naturally wouldn't say Cheng Shengen was dead, and Cheng Feng had to be busy fighting for control of the Dade Group and had no time to harass them, because that would look very inhuman. Although many unpleasant things had happened, no matter what, Cheng Feng's help to him before was real, and this couldn't be erased. Now that his father had died, he was gloating here, which would be hard to explain if discovered by Shen Bing, whose sympathy was overflowing.

"That's true, you don't know, I looked at him and wanted to eat me." Shen Bing nodded and said, "But your call this morning was truly timely, I was just thinking about how to mention resignation to the kindergarten director."

Changing his slippers, Shi Xiaomeng walked into the room smiling. "I went to drink tea with Brother Wang in the morning, and he told me as soon as I sat down, I was afraid you had already resigned."

Shen Bing poured a glass of boiled water for him. "Hey, Xiaomeng, how was Cheng Feng's father later?"

"Dead."

"Tsk tsk, truly didn't expect, such a rich person suddenly died." Shen Bing shook her head and instructed worriedly, "Xiaomeng, we have enough money, don't seek great wealth, just live a safe and peaceful life."

Before, Shi Xiaomeng was still thinking about whether Shen Bing was sympathizing again, but before he could feel sour, hearing what Shen Bing said later was truly like a cold shower on a summer afternoon, cool to the heart and flying to the heart, just two words, comfortable.

Laughing out loud, he took a sip of water and said, "Don't worry, we have to live to a hundred years old."

"Where is it that easy, just be healthy."

"Have a goal, just live to a hundred."

"Why talk so far, seriously..." Shen Bing rolled her eyes at him. "Are you hungry? Should I go heat it up for you?"

Shi Xiaomeng would eat dinner at five or six in the evening, and sometimes he would have to pad his stomach when he came back hungry.

"I don't want to eat."

"Then what do you eat? Should I go buy you something?"

"Girl, don't you know that beauty is edible? Let's see if you can make me full, come here..."

As he spoke, Shi Xiaomeng grabbed Shen Bing...

After a while, Shi Xiaomeng was full, and not only full, he also vomited.

Hugging Shen Bing lazily and lying on the bed, "Right, girl, there's one more thing I haven't told you."

"What?"

"Hu Rongqiang, you know him."

"Mm."

"Dead!"

"So sudden?" Shen Bing was stunned for a moment, remembering the fat man who looked kind but was full of bad water. "How did he die?"

"Heard he paid a large sum of money for breach of contract, and later was reported by his subordinates for tax evasion, carrying a lot of debt. Maybe he couldn't think it through, and jumped down from the roof of the office building where I used to work."

Hu Rongqiang was dead, he was quite disappointed that he couldn't take revenge himself, but he also knew his own level, and it was hard to say if he could do it in this life if he really counted on himself. So that twisted energy was just for that moment, and it was fine after it passed. Now he didn't say gongs and drums were beating, but he was definitely happy inside. To avoid being lectured by Shen Bing, he kept it in.

Two big enemies were down, and only one dog-basket couldn't stand for long; his combat power had just risen to a higher level.

Shen Bing sighed. "Truly too sudden, although I also feel Hu Rongqiang isn't a good thing, but how could a living person just disappear?"

People are all like this, when relatives and friends around them or people they have had contact with suddenly disappear, they will always sigh at the impermanence of life unconsciously.

"Girl, don't think too much, we're better than anything."

Shen Bing was silent for a long time and said faintly, "Xiaomeng, I miss my mom..."

Shi Xiaomeng hugged Shen Bing tighter. "It's almost Chinese New Year, I haven't been back for several years, let's go back for the New Year this year."

"But the travel expenses back and forth, and the expenses of visiting relatives and friends at home are not small. We already owe so much money, why don't... forget it..."

Shi Xiaomeng naturally knew about this, but Shen Bing ran thousands of miles to Beijing to live with him, if they didn't go back this year, let alone anything else, it wouldn't be easy to explain to his future mother-in-law.

"It's fine, Brother Wang's money isn't urgent, and when I work formally, Brother Wang said my salary will rise. After coming back after the New Year, save up, and pay back Cheng Feng first, so we can be at ease earlier."

Shen Bing pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, "Xiaomeng, I don't think the salary should rise..."

Shi Xiaomeng shook his head and smiled. "Brother Wang won't agree, I only work hard to try to be worthy of the salary Brother Wang gives, and not let him down..."

"Then... go back for the New Year?"

Shi Xiaomeng nodded heavily. "Go back for the New Year..."

He had been out for seven years, and only went back once after graduating from college; he was so bitter and tired outside, how could he not miss home...

Time is something that catches people off guard.

In the blink of an eye, spring returned to the earth, old trees sprouted new buds, and greenness filled the human world.

Zhongguancun, in Boss Wang's company.

After half a year of development, the original spacious office environment could no longer accommodate so many people. Wang Yan rented another floor in this building to meet the huge office space demand.

The new office location had long been found, and it was undergoing a certain degree of layout modification and decoration, and it would be almost finished in another month or so. Boss Wang didn't lack that money, and directly rented the top four floors of a new office building nearby, which was barely enough for a period of time.

It was enough for now, and after a period of time when his company stood up, he would have to buy a piece of land in the suburbs to build his own industrial park. After all, he had too many projects in his hands, and they would all be independent subsidiaries in the future, so each one had to have a building. And these projects were all connected, and the efficiency of doing things was high when resources were concentrated, so building a building was imperative.

Shi Xiaomeng looked at Wang Yan, who was drinking tea calmly beside him. "Brother, why am I so nervous."

"It's not your turn to make the decision yet, what's there to be nervous about?"

Today was April 20th, 2011, the 18th day of the third lunar month, Grain Rain, a good day for all grains to grow. It was a good day calculated by Wang Mouren after busy work for half a day with his half-hanging Yi learning knowledge, writing, drawing, and pinching fingers.

After three months, Pinyidao development and testing were completed, and a group of sales and ground-pushers who entered the merchants also ran over quite a bit. Everything was ready, and it went online today.

Originally, he had planned to launch it last month, but the New Year passed in between. He thought there wasn't anything urgent, so to demonstrate humanistic care and improve his employees' sense of belonging to the company, he simply waved his hand and gave everyone half a month off, except for the necessary skeleton crew working in shifts.

Because at that time they had successfully stolen the home, and the user volume was also okay, they were considered a new upstart in the IT industry, and they had a certain reputation in the industry. The matter of taking half a month off even made the news, and the momentum was not small.

Speaking of this, I have to mention the achievements of WeChat in these few months. Simply put, in the field of instant messaging, QQ was first, and "Yixin" developed by Tencent was second—that was the name. Next was their WeChat, ranking third.

This level was not bad, because under the blow of the instant messaging hegemon Tencent, other instant messaging software had a common name, called, wait.

Besides this, relying on having certain advantages, they also opened the public utility payment that Alipay had long ago. Recently, Wang Yan was going out to run procedures in person, planning to open the Yu'ebao business. Once it was run through, the financial company under his hand would have a place to use. Relying on his long-term control over domestic and foreign countries, the annual rate didn't need to be mentioned.

And recently, WeChat was talking about financing. WeChat was developing steadily now, and his own money couldn't be tossed around anymore, not to mention he still had to invest in Pinyidao, a big spender.

During this New Year, the employees under his hand, mainly programmers, were bragging and showing off on the forum, saying how good the treatment was, how loose the management was, how high the efficiency was, and so on, and they really showed off and acted tough.

Back to Pinyidao, the New Year holiday and the fact that he didn't join the development team in person later made the speed much worse than expected, which dragged it until now to go online.

Shi Xiaomeng said he was nervous because Wang Yan had said before that after a few days when Pinyidao's situation stabilized, he would directly let him take the position of big brother. Anyway, the project was initially formed now, and it hadn't reached the later size, involving so many things. With his personal control, and Shi Xiaomeng working hard himself, there shouldn't be any big problems keeping up with Pinyidao's development.

"I'm afraid it won't be good, I can't handle the mess." Shi Xiaomeng wiped the sweat from his forehead because of nervousness. "And I'm afraid it will be too good, then I can't handle it either."

Wang Yan looked at him faintly. "Then in that case, you can handle it if it's neither good nor bad?"

"Still can't handle it..." Shi Xiaomeng had a bitter face. "Brother, why don't you let me learn for another period of time? I... I'm just a small sales in an advertising company, and part-time design. Now you let me directly manage a branch company, with hundreds of people under me, I... no... can't, Brother."

"Useless thing." Sipping tea, Wang Yan said. "What's there to be afraid of? Do it boldly, if it doesn't work, am I not here? Besides, if you don't do it well, it's my money that's lost, I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

Thinking from another perspective, when he, Wang Mouren, was selling houses, if the big boss of the company told him to be the city general, he wouldn't dare to accept it either; that wasn't a thing that "I can do it if I go up," and now Shi Xiaomeng was the same.

The only difference was that Wang Mouren was truly delegating power, and truly willing to spend money to let Shi Xiaomeng stand out.

"Brother, you know me, the most money I've seen in this life is the one hundred thousand cash you lent me. The most I've heard is the ten million Cheng Shengen said. Now this Pinyidao, you spent one hundred million to do activities when it went online, one hundred million, Brother, even if you tear me apart and sell me, it's not enough to pay, I'm really scared."

"What's with the dawdling?" Wang Yan glared. "Said it's you, it's you. Said you can do it, you must be able to do it. Understand?"

"I..."

"Hmm?"

Shi Xiaomeng was stared at by Wang Yan and felt guilty, sighed. "Yes, I can do it..."

Dropping a pie is a good thing, but one must have the ability to catch it. How big the pants are, wear how big pants, Shi Xiaomeng still knew his own level. His ability was far from reaching the corresponding level, this was just fucking forcing it. If one thing went wrong, it would truly be... if that day really came, he'd better consider learning from Hu Rongqiang...

Seeing his look, Wang Yan didn't say much, just do it slowly. It was like that Wang Duoyu, giving money to let Shi Xiaomeng lose, he wouldn

This time for the launch of "Pin Yidao," as Shi Xiaomeng said, he took out 100 million to run the campaign. Compared to other companies doing campaigns in this era and before, this amount of money was quite sufficient.

It's just that when running a campaign, you have to be a little disgusting no matter what. For the sake of the company's development, Wang Mou was naturally no exception.

It must be registration, and you have to pull in a certain number of new people via WeChat to be eligible to participate in the lucky draw...