"Jinyan also wants to perform on stage?"

"It's not a performance, I just go up and run a few laps and show my face." Du Chunhua squatted down to help Lin Jinyan's head cloak, then kissed him, and encouraged him: "Just follow the brother in front, run out from here, and then follow them back. Do a good job of performing, mom, dad and uncle are applauding you below."

"Don't worry, mom, I've run five times and you won't make any mistakes."

"Jinyan is so smart."

Du Qiu stood beside him and thought for a long time, but he didn't remember any art performances he had participated in when he was a child, and he was the kind of person who went on stage at the beginning. Seeing Lin Jinyan's face was excited and he was not nervous or timid at all, he couldn't help but sigh that he was getting worse and worse. He didn't know what stage fright was when he was in kindergarten. He was a little nervous when he was a little stage frightened in elementary school, but he could still remain calm. He had become as timid as a mouse when he was in junior high school. When he attended the New Year's Day party held in the class in the second year of junior high school, he was so nervous that he almost got wet even his pants. Since then, he has never performed in public again.

"Hey, isn't this Chu Liuxiang Du Qiu? Why are you here too?"

What is my relationship with Chu Liuxiang?

Du Qiu turned his head and saw that the wild girl Wen Ruyu was standing behind her. She was wearing a fancy ancient costume dress and a cloud-skinned wig full of hairpins. Her eyebrows were upright, her lips were vermilion red, and a big black mole was on her cheeks. Her makeup was both fierce and ugly, and she was completely gone from yesterday's prettyness. She seemed to be preparing to perform an ancient shrew.

"Mom, this sister is the wife of the bad guy Qin Hui, she is very bad!"

"Don't talk nonsense, my sister plays a bad guy, I'm not bad." Du Chunhua gently tapped Lin Jinyan's little head and said to Wen Ruyu: "You don't mind if you are ignorant."

"It's okay, I'm a big villain." Wen Ruyu was so angry that she didn't care at all. She made a face with her teeth and claws, and said with a smile: "Little kid, listen to your mother's words carefully, otherwise my sister will catch you at night."

"I'm not afraid, because you will be captured by the gods later and then locked up in hell."

"Oh, how did you know I wouldn't escape from hell?" Wen Ruyu held the wet skirt with both hands, teased Lin Jinyan for a few words, and then asked, "Du Qiu, I didn't expect that you looked about the same age as Brother Xiaowei, but you even had a son. Is it cute, how old are you?"

Because his appearance is too similar to his childhood self, Du Qiu had known that someone would misunderstand it and introduced it calmly: "He is my nephew, named Lin Jinyan, and he is 5 years old this year."

"It turned out to be my nephew, I thought it was my son. You two look really similar."

“It’s a bit like that.”

Wen Ruyu had nothing to do, but she saw an acquaintance coming to say hello, and after chatting for a few words, she left. Du Chunhua was a little curious about her and asked, "Why did she call you Chu Liuxiang?"

"I don't know either. Maybe my name is the same as Aaron Cheng, and I have the word Qiu?"

"You actually know Adam Cheng?"

"I read a movie magazine a few days ago, with his introduction." Du Qiu suddenly remembered that his mother was also a star-chasing man when she was young. She was fascinated by Adam Cheng for a while, so she smiled and said, "Sister, when I get rich in the future, I will invest in a movie specifically to let you play opposite Adam Cheng?"

"I haven't learned acting yet. Are you going to film and waiting for someone to be laughed at? If you really make a fortune, take me on a trip when Hong Kong returns and buy a few autograph photos and come back."

What's fun in Hong Kong...

However, it was great to go shopping on the day of Hong Kong's return, witness the history...

There are 15 rows of seats in the small auditorium of the Children's Palace, which can be about 300 people. Du Qiu sat in the middle of the sixth row according to his mother's arrangement. Lin Dawei was also nearby and helped him introduce him to six or seven business owners, including from various industries. I heard that he was Mr. Du's younger brother, so they all came forward to greet him, and his attitude was very enthusiastic, which made Du Qiu admire his mother's social skills.

"Mr. Du's business card is really unique and unique. Where did it be made?"

"I made this myself. I just came back from RB and planned to make some stationery and cultural and creative products in China. Please take care of and support me in the future."

Du Qiu was actually not interested in selling, but his mother's kindness could not be ignored. Therefore, he was idle in the afternoon and made a few business cards for himself. In order to highlight the company's characteristics and main products, he specially chose kraft paper as the material. However, it was not soft paper for making notepad covers, but hard paper for making bookmarks, cut into rounded rectangles, and painted some simple patterns around with a brush, and the name was written in regular script in the middle, and the red company name and contact number were printed in lead movable type on the back.

The business card is actually very simple, with neither gorgeous hot stamping nor exquisite decorations. However, the domestic creative industry in the 1990s had not yet started, and almost everyone's business card was in the same style as the black and white paper and imitated Song font. Suddenly, such a yellow paper and red text art item appeared, which made it look a little red in the green cluster, which was very eye-catching and the advertising effect was good. Several bosses became interested in Du Qiu's company products, and one of them even invited him to have a sample for an interview after the Spring Festival.

As soon as 7 o'clock arrived, the party officially started. Du Qiu no longer talked about business and sat quietly on a chair to watch the performance. After the broadcaster introduced the title of the program, accompanied by the classic animation music "Song of Doraemon", a group of children ran out from behind the curtain wearing various cartoon characters' headgears, rolling, jumping, fighting and laughing on the stage covered with carpets. Although it was a bit messy, it was full of childlike fun.

Du Qiu listened to familiar music and watched himself running around on the stage as a child, but his mind drifted to another place.

His laptop has not stored much music, only more than a hundred songs, and most of them are pure music used to refresh the mind when writing code, but there are thousands of popular songs in his mobile phone, including Chinese, Japanese, and English, and even some songs in minor languages. Taking apart from the classic songs released before 1995, there are still about six or seven hundred songs left, which are not yet released in this time and space, which can be called a huge treasure house.

However, this treasure house is not so easy to dig. Du Qiu has never learned music, does not know how to compose and arrange, nor does he understand instrumental music and vocal music. If he wants to take it out, he must at least learn music theory first, write simplified scores, and it is best to know some musical instruments so that he will not be missed and is convenient for showing off. For a time travel party who has no artistic pursuit, music seems to have no other use besides picking up girls and showing off.

As for making money, I don’t expect it at all. In the 1990s, the domestic music market was immature and the copyright system was very chaotic. The income from writing songs was very small. It took a long time to post it abroad. When I received the copyright fee, Du Qiu might be a billionaire and didn’t care about that little money at all.

In addition to music, the laptop also stores more than a dozen classic movies. Du Qiu is very interested in making movies, but plagiarizing movies is more than hundreds of times more difficult than plagiarizing music. In the past one or two years, there is no condition or time to mess around. I will skip it and not mention it. However, another kind of entertainment resource can be used after the Spring Festival, which is a novel.

Du Qiu was a very lazy otaku before traveling through time, and the otaku's hobbies were nothing more than three things: novels, movies and games. Movies and games were installed in laptops, and novels were installed in mobile phones, with thousands of popular science books, mystery novels, classical literature, modern online literature, etc., all kinds of them were available. It was not difficult to plagiarize them. They used USB data cable to transmit to the laptop, then used a network cable to transmit to the desktop, and then printed them out and mailed to the publishing house. The cost was extremely low, which was enough to drive the predecessors who had souls traveled crazy.

However, things that are easy to achieve cannot bring a sense of accomplishment. Music can be used to pick up girls and show off, and movies can be used to satisfy interests and curiosity. The process of plagiarism can be very difficult and fun. What can plagiarism directly in the form of a copy bring?

Do you make money? Su Wenhai said that domestic publishing houses are very inefficient. It takes at least half a year for a novice to print books from submission to printing. The manuscript fee is paid based on the number of prints. It is common for arrears for a few years before giving them...

Are you pretending to behave? How can you show off with a interval of up to half a year...

Do you pick up girls? It seems that there is no goal worth trying to do now...

It is precisely for the above reasons that Du Qiu never used the entertainment resources in his laptop and mobile phones after traveling through time, and even had a trace of verbal breath. But now he has a new idea and decided to play a big game - to be an Internet giant.

Hardware serves software, software serves content, and content is king in the Internet era. In the WEB1.0 era where the Internet speed is as slow as a snail, the most important content on the Internet is text. Therefore, it is better to organize all the novels on your mobile phone, create an online literature website, and be your boss. Just like Jin Yong wrote martial arts novels to promote his newspaper, he plagiarized some novels every day and serialized them, and promoted his website.

Although the domestic Internet started very slowly, it developed very quickly. In March 1995, China Telecom registered a trademark and Yinghaiwei and other ISP companies were established in May. By 1996, all provincial capital cities across the country had the Internet connected, and hardware facilities were developing rapidly, but the content resources on the Internet were very scarce. The first public BBS network forum in China did not appear until the spring of 1996, and the portal websites did not gradually grow in scale until after 1997. As long as the marketing is properly, the layout is in advance, and using novels as the entry point, it is not difficult to become the first giant in the history of China's Internet.

Be a super writer who opens N books at the same time and updates tens of thousands of words a day...

I'm really a little excited to think about it...
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