Lu Yiming looked at the familiar face of the young man and felt a little familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

It wasn't until the young man bent down to pick up a few scattered banknotes on the ground, and looked at Zhao Tiezhu next to him that he understood that the bad guy who had made trouble before must have been taught a lesson by the strong man in front of him, and then he ran back and took the money.

settle.

Moved in his heart, the young man said repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you."

Lu Yiming asked with confusion on his face: "What's your name?"

The young man touched his head shyly and smiled honestly: "My name is Zhang Xiaolong."

"Zhang Xiaolong??!"

Lu Yiming repeated it.

He knew why the person in front of him looked familiar.

This tmd is Zhang Xiaolong, the father of WeChat!

Wait, Zhang Xiaolong is actually selling pirated CDs right now?

It’s so off the mark!

Seeing Lu Yiming's slightly gloomy look, Zhang Xiaolong felt very strange: "Do you know me?"

Lu Yiming thought to himself, not only do I know you, everyone will line up to scold you in the future...

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm just a little surprised. I've heard of your name in the domestic Internet circle, and I've long wanted to get to know you, a private computer expert."

Lu Yiming took out his business card and handed it to Zhang Xiaolong. His tone was more sincere than ever before: "This is my business card. I am very interested in you. I want to talk to you about the future of the Internet. If you are interested,

, come find me at the address above at noon tomorrow. It’s getting late, so you should go back first.”

A taxi happened to pass by. Lu Yiming waved and shouted: "Hey, taxi."

When the rental car stopped, Lu Yiming took out a hundred-dollar bill, pointed at Zhang Xiaolong, and said, "Send this gentleman home, there's no need to look for it."

Sitting in the taxi, Zhang Xiaolong looked at the business card in his hand and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

What exactly is going on?

When he arrived at his residence, Zhang Xiaolong dragged his sack and got off the car at the entrance of the alley. Just as he was about to enter the alley, the owner of the canteen at the intersection stopped him: "Xiaolong is back."

Zhang Xiaolong smiled and said: "I'm back. Sister Chen."

Sister Chen asked: "How is business today?"

"It's okay, but it's not okay anymore. I have to take a shower. It's too hot."

Zhang Xiaolong was about to enter the alley when Sister Chen said: "By the way, your mother called just now. I went to call you but you were not at home."

"Then I'll call her back."

Sister Chen opened the wooden box that locked the phone and said, "Let's call it. Pay attention to the time."

"Okay."

Zhang Xiaolong made a phone call, and it was Zhang Xiaolong’s mother who answered the phone.

"mom."

"Xiaolong."

Hearing his mother's voice, Zhang Xiaolong was a little excited, and his voice suddenly became choked with sobs: "Mom, you called me just now, is there something wrong?"

"It's your birthday in half a month. It's better to eat out alone. Don't ruin your health just to save money. Come back if you can't."

Hearing his mother's voice and feeling his mother's care, Zhang Xiaolong's eyes filled with tears, but he tried not to let himself cry out.

Perhaps in the eyes of his parents, he has now become a prodigal son who is not doing his job properly. He has given up working in a good public institution and has to go to Baiyun to open up wasteland alone.

The result was good, until the end, nothing was left behind, not even a real job.

But even so, his parents did not dislike him, which made Zhang Xiaolong feel guilty and wanted to look like a person even more.

"Mom, I'm pretty good here. The big boss of the company appreciates me very much. When I make money, I will go back in glory."

On the other end of the phone, my mother sighed softly and said in a gentle voice: "Well, the weather is getting colder, so you need to wear more clothes."

Zhang Xiaolong looked at his short-sleeved shirt and said, "It's okay. It's still hot here in Baiyun. Even in December, it's almost the same as summer."

After chatting for a few more words, the phone bill was running out, so Zhang Xiaolong could only hang up quickly.

"Sister Chen, thank you."

Zhang Xiaolong took out a five-yuan note and handed it to Sister Chen. Sister Chen smiled and said, "Forget it, I didn't even say a few words on the phone, so I won't charge you."

In recent days, Zhang Xiaolong came home later and later at night. Sister Chen noticed this and speculated that business was not good, so she did not plan to take money from Zhang Xiaolong this time.

After insisting several times, Sister Chen couldn't take it. Zhang Xiaolong reluctantly put the money in his pocket and said, "Well, when I get rich in the future, I'll treat you to a big dinner."

Sister Chen smiled and nodded: "Okay, then I'll just wait."

The next morning, Zhang Xiaolong was absent-minded, thinking about the young man he met last night.

At noon, when it was time to get off work, Zhang Xiaolong finally decided to go to Shijinji to look for Lu Yiming.

Lu Yiming was already waiting in the office. When he saw Zhang Xiaolong coming in, he smiled and said, "Sit down."

Zhang Xiaolong was a little surprised and said to Lu Yiming: "Mr. Lu, I majored in computer science. This Shijinji is a food company. This..."

Lu Yiming said straight to the point: "I came to you because I want you to help me build a software. This is my software design idea. You can take a look first."

Lu Yiming pushed a document in front of Zhang Xiaolong.

Zhang Xiaolong took the document and read it with doubts.

Lu Yiming then continued: "Zhang Xiaolong, there is no doubt that you are a rare talent. I would like to ask you to help me make a software."

Zhang Xiaolong, who has been living in poverty for a long time, is confused at this moment: "Me? With all due respect, Mr. Lu, you seem to know me very well?"

Lu Yiming smiled, but did not explain anything in detail. He said casually: "I can only say that I have a little impression, so I asked someone to find out about it. I originally wanted to find you, but I didn't expect to meet you by chance. You think it's okay

Doesn’t it count as fate?”

The number of users of the foxmail software developed by Zhang Xiaolong has soared to half a million in just one year, and the user base has even expanded from domestic to foreign countries.

Although in reality, he is just a nobody, in the virtual world, he has already become a famous Internet celebrity.

So much so that in the Xia Guo Internet circle, when the name "Zhang Xiaolong" is mentioned, everyone on the Internet knows it.

However, the reality is cruel. He has a reputation now, but his money bag is very embarrassing. No matter how much spiritual food he has, people still have to eat.

But in Zhang Xiaolong's view, the essence of the Internet is sharing, so the foxmail he developed does not plan to charge a fee.

However, after the software is developed, it is not perfect. Users will inevitably find various problems during use. As a developer, Zhang Xiaolong needs to improve and upgrade the software from time to time to ensure its subsequent normal operation.

For more than a year, he has basically relied on selling pirated CDs and doing odd jobs to support Foxmail. Now, even he can hardly support himself.

He doesn't get any money for developing software, and he has to help "wipe his butt" voluntarily. No matter how great his ideal halo is, a growl in his stomach can bring him back to reality.

During the conversation between the two, Zhang Xiaolong also read the project requirements. It is not difficult for him to make such a software.

But Zhang Xiaolong has a temper, that is, he doesn't like to work for others and doesn't like to do things according to other people's requirements. Therefore, although Lu Yiming offered a high price, he did not agree to it the first time.

"I'll think about it."

Lu Yiming didn't ask for anything, he just said: "I'll wait for you until twelve o'clock tonight."

"good."

Zhang Xiaolong stood up to leave, but Lu Yiming said, "Have you had dinner? Together?"

Zhang Xiaolong said politely: "Thank you, I have eaten."

Although he lied, this is his character. He will not accept any favors from strangers before deciding to cooperate.

Before going out, Zhang Xiaolong said: "Thank you Mr. Lu for last night. I will return the hundred yuan to you later."

"good."

Lu Yiming smiled and agreed.

Walking out of Shijinji, facing the bright sun above his head, Zhang Xiaolong thought a lot.

Now, he still has the last trump card in his hand, which is to sell foxmail.

Just two months ago, he had discussed this deal with Lei Jun from Kingsoft Software. Once the deal was successful, he would be able to earn his first pot of 150,000 yuan and continue his dream.

This is also the reason why he did not directly agree to Lu Yiming.

After get off work in the afternoon, Zhang Xiaolong for the first time did not set up a street stall.

In front of the dilapidated computer desk, the fluorescent screen flickered, reflecting Zhang Xiaolong's face that was once again confused.

He wants to display his talents, but he also doesn’t want to go hungry and pursue his dreams.

Although he treats Foxmail as his own son, Zhang Xiaolong needs the money.

The Internet environment in China is really bad - I can't say it's bad, I can only say it's too backward. Even the most basic Internet access is not affordable for ordinary people.

The computer in front of him is not connected to the Internet. Usually after writing the code, Zhang Xiaolong has to burn it and find a place to test it.

Zhang Xiaolong plans to try his luck in the United States after selling foxmail.
To be continued...