[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich":3,"chapter-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-86":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","What's Wrong with Me Being the Last to Get Rich?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2272663,4439,"Chapter 86: 084 Fake Website","what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-86",86,"\u003Cp>How to build up Baixiaosheng?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a question Zhong Zhiling often pondered while mindlessly scrolling through screens in Pengcheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, scrolling screens was endlessly dull, Xiao Ying’s calls weren’t frequent, and thinking about the project’s future became an effective way to pass the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strategy of blasting the internet dating industry for attention had long been decided, but it couldn’t be the only way to operate and grow the site—traffic had to be attracted and retained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Yu Xing’s view, the foundation for retention was having a preliminary user base at the operational level, and at the strategic level, Baixiaosheng should position itself as a content platform for workplace topics and workplace social interaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Workplace, topics, social interaction, content, and platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing didn’t know how Mamai had started, but after much thought, he still believed in starting simple and leveraging familiar, accessible resources—beginning with “content,” then gradually moving to “topics” and “social interaction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the platform, the entire internet industry’s shift from PC to mobile offered Baixiaosheng a prime opportunity to seize the lead and expand its business; if Mamai failed to go public, Baixiaosheng might ride the wave of the times to ring the bell on the stock exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all this had to wait until the immediate step was done—he’d discuss more ideas with Lu Haiying and Zhong Zhiling then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this was a new project; everyone needed a morale boost, and positive feedback was essential for motivation. The student market was both valuable content right now and an extension of experience from the previous project.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first night’s dinner in Shanghai had been delightful; while Yangpu was a bit old-fashioned, its liveliness was thick. Yu Xing had escaped the boredom of Pengcheng, and despite the distance from Xiao Ying, he still felt strong motivation for the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Yu, when are we posting the manifesto blasting internet dating sites?” Zhong Zhiling finally asked the question he’d been holding back during their walk back to the compound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, get the first wave of customers right. I want our registered users to exceed fifty thousand in the next two or three months,” Yu Xing gave a clear answer. “Once we’re close to that goal, we’ll move on to dating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Haiying walked beside them, thought for a moment, and asked, “Senior brother, are you waiting until you’ve collected your full salary from Zhen’ai?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew her senior brother had already received one month’s salary, with two more months left—timing matched perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing laughed heartily: “Yeah, coincidence…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Funny—he hadn’t thought of that himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What does fifty thousand users actually mean?” Song Yufeng asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing wasn’t sure: “Maybe we could land ad placements from Qiancheng Wuyou and ZhiLian Recruitment?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng blinked, imagining: “That’s a solid revenue starting point!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Timing-wise, it’d be around the New Year—perhaps a good omen!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Time will fly. Start with tomorrow’s part-time recruitment—we don’t need to plan everything perfectly,” Yu Xing smiled. “Like Guiai.com—we shouldn’t fear problems. With a small company, we can pivot anytime. Learn as we go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Haiying’s voice rang out clearly: “Yes, Senior Brother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Feng, when’s your girlfriend coming over?” Yu Xing asked a personal question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng grinned: “Hehe, probably mid-next month.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect. Then the company will have another capable assistant,” Yu Xing praised first, then shifted tone. “Before this month ends, we’ll make noise about student jobs and internships. Can you ask her to give us a report before she quits?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the previous project’s student clients to his own soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend... if it was useful, he wouldn’t let it slip, would he...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He mused: “I’ll call her later and ask, but she’s already submitted her resignation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing cut in directly: “Tell her I’ve arranged a role for her—she’ll handle marketing once she joins.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng felt relieved: “Alright, Brother Yu, I’ll do my best to get her to join!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bringing his girlfriend over was risky—he’d been worried about how to assign her a position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm, come to think of it, she might have misunderstood her role in the company. Now that I’ve called her over, if Brother Yu gives her some low-level job, it’d be awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This problem solved itself the moment Brother Yu arrived—perfect!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Song Yufeng thought this, he suddenly glanced at his boss—could this have been calculated too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The part-time training is set for tomorrow afternoon. I’ll personally talk to the junior brothers and sisters, no matter how many show up,” Yu Xing finalized the arrangement. “Any other matters to discuss?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Haiying spoke up: “Senior brother, can we change my title?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing laughed in surprise: “What? You want to be chairperson?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, when I printed my business cards, I realized ‘President’ might be confused with CEO. Our company’s still small—I’ll just be Vice President.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing paused, then agreed: “Fine. Titles don’t matter—growth matters most. Today I really wanted to praise Zhong Zhiling’s progress, but I was afraid he’d get arrogant. Compared to five months ago when he sat in the lab, his improvement is tremendous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling’s face turned serious: “Stay humble, stay grounded!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elevator reached the seventh floor. Song Yufeng bowed out: “You guys go up. I’m going back to make the call.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the next floor up, Yu Xing took his key and asked, “You rented three apartments? Are they all the accountant’s?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Zhiling replied: “Yes. Her family got them after demolition compensation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared blankly, then shook his head: “I’m jealous. Alright, call if anything comes up. I’m going to sleep well tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second and third in command had rented apartments next door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing opened the door to his temporary home and found it spotless—though the three-bedroom, one-living-room layout was a bit wasteful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drank a few sips of mineral water, steadied himself, took a shower, then called home to say he’d settled in Shanghai and was about to launch the new company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying in bed, Yu Xing casually dialed Liu Wan again to ask about her plans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I officially quit the day after tomorrow,” Liu Wan said, outlining her plans. “I’ll rest in Jinling for a while—won’t interfere with digging into FenZhong’s financial reports.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Short-selling wasn’t urgent; the research report needed to be solid, then one big opening could sustain them for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Ying, why not come to Shanghai? Since Shangfeng isn’t drawing attention, I think you could start a small consulting firm.” Yu Xing offered his suggestion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wan scoffed: “You’re arranging my life now? Have you even got your own company running? Strange—you didn’t even suggest I join Baixiaosheng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing said seriously: “No way. Our company forbids office romances.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wan froze for a second, then burst out laughing: “Your company? Your company has barely five people—and already two couples! How can you say that with a straight face?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing pretended to consider: “I’m pretending not to notice them. Fine, since you’re so eager—alright, I’ll make an exception for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wan found chatting with him enjoyable: “Who’s eager? Who wants an exception? When you see Teacher and Madame, give them my greetings—and praise me. I haven’t told them I sold my company yet.” Yu Xing smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll praise you, business genius, praise your two million income,” Liu Wan grumbled. “Should I also praise your short-selling ambitions?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing replied calmly: “Whatever. You’re not an outsider.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wan, hearing his habitual double meanings, smiled sweetly: “Can’t mention short-selling—you’ll say I lost my mind and followed you out of my big company to start a consulting firm. What do you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing hurried to dissuade her: “No, no—then they’d kill me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He checked the time: “It’s late, Xiao Ying...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wan assumed he had more work or something: “Go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing fell silent: “Hmm...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The longer the silence, the more the call grew tender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wan realized what he was hinting at, bit her lip: “Don’t even think about it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing was puzzled: “Huh? I was just going to say—get a good night’s sleep. Where did your mind go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Wan ended the call with a sharp “Pfft!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing turned on his side, placed his phone beside his pillow, stared at the screen, waiting for a MMS.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is there chemistry? Is there chemistry? Is there...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, Yu Xing drifted into sleep, feeling it was a lifelong regret that the white cat didn’t appear tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, chemistry still needed cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Yu Xing ran two laps around the compound, then ate breakfast, quickly realizing the convenience of having the company right at the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was incredibly convenient!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for workaholics who slept at the office—this made overtime way too easy!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At seven, Yu Xing sat in the office, confirming his suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This height really did let him see the power lines outside the window—a strange sense of déjà vu between Shanghai and his hometown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At half past seven, Zhong Zhiling, Lu Haiying, and Song Yufeng arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I sat in the office this morning thinking—if our goal is fifty thousand users in the first three months, then by the end of this eight-month lease, our registered users should reach seven or eight hundred thousand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Otherwise, our direction is wrong. Let’s amplify the target in true internet fashion: one million users in eight months—that’s our mid-term goal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing gestured in the air, smiling: “We urgently need whiteboards. Brother Feng, buy two this noon—it’s too inconvenient without them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’m not giving a lecture—I just thought of this development path this morning. Go to the talent market if needed, recruit part-timers if needed. I’ll give the lecture at two this afternoon.” Yu Xing paused. “Brother Feng, get moving too. Everyone, do your jobs. If you need help, call anytime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three stood up. Zhong Zhiling and Lu Haiying left the company; Song Yufeng went outside to find a workstation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing sat alone in the office for a long time, scribbled calculations, then emerged to greet the four already-working employees and note their names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At ten a.m., he asked programmer Yan Haoran for a small request: make the “Baixiaosheng” username appear in gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By noon, Yu Xing tested it on his computer—it worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He immediately posted under the “Baixiaosheng” ID on the site’s “Workplace Arena” section.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Latest updates on JD’s Management Trainee Program.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“According to my sources, JD has expanded its management trainee slots to twenty this year. If you’re interested, don’t miss this opportunity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“JD’s growth over the past two years has been impressive; next year’s revenue will rise sharply. JD takes the trainee program seriously—the internal name ‘Jing Ying Hui’ speaks volumes. Rumor has it Founder Liu Qiangdong will personally teach. In a way, you’ll become his direct disciple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t miss this chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing posted Baixiaosheng’s first valuable thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt that if any student followed this advice, it would be like a celestial guide pointing the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last year’s JD trainee program had been the first, with only two participants. Early cohorts would inevitably become the company’s backbone as JD expanded rapidly. Especially given Liu Qiangdong’s personality—he wouldn’t hesitate to promote them directly over senior staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And these twenty people were probably the result of my push yesterday, from the original eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing stared at the first post, admiring it repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About half an hour later, he refreshed the page and saw the first comment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—— What a shithole website! Total nonsense! JD’s management trainee program has been frozen this year!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing blinked, stood up, and walked out of his office to stand beside Song Yufeng’s desk: “Feng Ge, did you go post on Tieba to recruit people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, didn’t you tell me yesterday to search keywords on Tieba?” Song Yufeng chuckled. “I’ve already had two accounts banned… It won’t work to just copy-paste ads; you need some technique.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing announced: “It’s already working—we’ve got our first batch of registered users.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng immediately clapped: “The website has users!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four employees beside them were utterly exasperated, but they had no choice but to clap along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, three of the four couldn’t help wondering: Should they keep submitting resumes? How long could this shell company last?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Xing, unsettled by the boss’s reaction, waved for everyone to stop clapping and patted Song Yufeng on the shoulder: “Technique—focus on traffic acquisition technique. Act like a college student seeking opportunities. Use all the skills you had as a journalist.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng had nearly forgotten he’d ever been a journalist. Hearing this, his heart jolted—yes, a journalist’s skills were perfect for this: twisting truth, using subtle phrasing, bending facts—exactly what was needed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he recalled those skills, he opened the website and saw the first user’s comment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shithole website!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yufeng leapt out of his chair in rage: Fuck, this is what Xing Ge calls a user?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I might be a shithole website, but you don’t get to say it like that!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s too hurtful!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2170,"2026-06-19T22:51:34.189Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6baa5934ff1a8a8da28ed612a20762b82103e882dea902c9d822d64e157b52cc","what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-87","what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-85",328,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwhat-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-cover.jpg"]