I was reborn without dreams

Chapter 121 A Lucky Mistake That Goes Wrong: The More They Try, the More Wrong It Gets

This "verbal battle" spread widely because Zhang Da'an's personal qualities urgently needed improvement. Netizens watched the spectacle with amusement, but the capital market saw it differently, and everyone was looking for ways to cooperate with "Jinbang Blog".

Those with the financial strength to directly negotiate acquisitions, even local retail tycoons in Jiangning City want to get involved.

The province never expected it to become so popular. The fact that "Jinbang Blog" had more than 100,000 new registrations in a single day was nothing special. But that was nothing compared to "Jinbang Email," which became a huge hit along with "Jinbang Blog." Its predecessor was an email service developed by "Zhang An Media."

Previously, it was just a makeshift team with some cooperation with the local mobile company. Now that Fang Daqiao has arrived, the "email project team" has been rebuilt.

By eliminating some unnecessary features, the email service focuses on being streamlined and easy to use.

In addition, some email storage space is included. If you want more space, such as 2GB, you'll have to pay extra.

For ordinary personal users, a few hundred megabytes of email space is sufficient. Therefore, when "Jinbang Blog" became popular, "Jinbang Email" became a "treasure email" that was discovered by chance.

The one-click registration function is quite simple and has brought a surge of traffic to the email service.

At this point, it can be said that both products have achieved initial results, not yet including the main product, "Xiaobai Antivirus".

But in reality, when the "flame war" reaches this level, who cares whether your "newbie antivirus software" is free or not, or whether it's easy to use or not? Just hearing about it is already a success.

The biggest failure of the internet economy is not its notoriety, but its complete lack of interest.

By April Fool's Day, "Zhang Xiaobai" had appeared in various places online, occasionally raising his leg to urinate.

Meanwhile, the official websites of "Zhang An Education", "Zhang An Media", "Zhang An Culture", "Zhang Xiaobai Technology Co., Ltd". and "Jinbang Blog" all posted an April Fool's Day notice.

Regarding the secondary creations of the "Zhang Xiaobai" character, copyright owner Zhang Da'an has chosen to grant a permanent, free license.

At the end of the notice, Zhang Da'an added a sentence: This is not an April Fool's joke. Let me emphasize again, this is not an April Fool's joke.

If you don't add that sentence, it's really not a big deal. These days, nobody cares about copyright online. Just copy and that's it. Sometimes it's just copying.

However, because of Zhang Da'an's words, some knowledgeable people still came out to explain what "intellectual property" is.

Because of Zhang Da'an's statement, the news even made a special article about the World Trade Organization's different commodity trade.

This naturally involves intellectual property rights, and in the very vulnerable service trade, developed countries abroad can use intellectual property rights to create secondary value-added services.

and so……

Surfing the internet is so fast!

The GIF of "Zhang Xiaobai" surfing on a coffin board has generated tens of thousands of new fan-made content almost overnight.

This is also related to Zhang Da'an's ruthless nature, because he directly threw 100,000 yuan at Shen Tu, who stayed up all night to create a "quick GIF creation tool," which was temporarily named "Wang Tu 1.0."

Inside was a whole bunch of "accessories," shaped remarkably similar to coffin lids, urns, and wreaths...

Fang Daqiao was so shocked by this guy that he didn't know what to say.

No, is this a person?!
Is this something a human could come up with?

This is way too creepy!

Well, this is all hell and hell stuff anyway.

Because of the egregious impact, Zhang Da'an was eventually summoned for a talk and told to tone it down.

It almost resulted in a "seven-day blacklist," because the atmosphere it created was extremely bad. The first generation of trolls made coffins and wreaths for each other. Calling it a mess is an understatement.

Several forum sections almost turned into a large-scale "Xiangxi Corpse Transport" carnival.

As the instigator, Zhang Da'an set a very irresponsible example, and as a result, he was criticized by a joint law enforcement team from multiple departments.

It was displayed in the news report for three days.

Jiangning City thought Coach Zhang was finally going to behave, but it turned out that his skills were indeed quite varied. He had just been given a rag by a joint enforcement action by multiple departments, and then he reappeared on his personal blog.

This time is different; he's exceptionally righteous.

Programmers who "delete the database and run away" are either sick or have a grudge.

During Zhang Da'an's "verbal battle" last month, he posted a rant on his blog, which included a "bounty" offer.

It was just a "bounty" for fun, but who would have thought that a major shareholder of an antivirus software company would cheat on one of the programmers?

If it were just a matter of being cheated out of one's rights, it wouldn't be a big deal; it would just mean losing one's dignity. But this major shareholder also embezzled the programmers' share dividends.

Black gold and black equipment, typical Maoist style.

And there was a married woman involved too.

If you don't have a wife, you can remarry; but if you don't have money, how can you live?

A person can live without pride, but not without money.

The hatred of having one's wife taken away is nothing to be ashamed of, but the hatred of having one's wealth taken away is irreconcilable.

This programmer was one of the "founders," and he was quite old. As a veteran programmer, his child was already in elementary school. He originally just wanted to give it a try, so he sent a few emails to Coach Zhang.

At first, Zhang Da'an thought the other party was trying to "spread a virus" on him. After opening his email on Shen Tu's computer and finding nothing wrong, he happily invited the man to come to Jiangning for a chat.

Airfare and accommodation included.

This gentleman came with his child; he didn't mean anything by it, he just wanted to know how much he would be paid for his trouble.

Zhang Da'an didn't quite understand how serious a crime it was to endanger computer security these days, but Fang Daqiao discovered something incredible in the materials that this guy had brought out.

The matter also involves the export price of silk in a certain year, which makes things more complicated.

Upon hearing this, Coach Zhang instantly perked up and worked overtime through the night, writing short essays like a wild dog that had been released from its reins.

Furthermore, he also made a public "real-name report" in his personal capacity.

He was familiar with this business; he had previously brought down Fan Wencheng in Shazhou City through legal means.

That's so righteous.

I've become a messenger of justice!
So, in the early hours of April 12th, the person in charge of routinely meeting with Coach Zhang in Jiangning City had just fallen asleep when he was woken up by a phone call.

He sat up in shock while on his deathbed, only to find that he was seeing the Zhang family again.

You beast!

You're biting people again!
But this matter is quite serious, involving the export price of silk in a certain year. This is not as simple as an ordinary criminal offense. Normally, the National Security Bureau would need to get involved, a large number of people would need to be recused, and a special investigation team would need to be set up to handle the case specially.

As a result, Zhang Da'an posted on his personal blog, "I'm fucking here, you just wait on Xianlin Avenue!", which completely stunned a bunch of people.

What if we alert them and someone sneaks off to another country overnight? Who will be responsible?
A group of angry men were determined to storm Zhang Da'an's place at dawn to cut off his internet connection. They couldn't get through by phone at all. Even when they finally got through to one of the landlines, Zhang Da'an had set up an answering machine. All they could hear on the other end was his incredibly manic voice saying: "The homeowner went out to steal last night and isn't home right now. He'll be back laden with loot by dawn. You can leave a message after this recording," but the homeowner wouldn't listen.

Damn it, you're an idiot...

Having anticipated that someone would come looking for him, Zhang Da'an went directly to an internet cafe next to Xianlin Avenue and booked a room for the entire night.

During this time, because someone used "FlashGet" to download Yuka Shimizu's videos, it caused all the people in the internet cafe who were playing games all night to experience lag like cartoons. The internet cafe manager cursed and yelled that he would teach the person who downloaded the videos a lesson.

"Hey bro, wanna eat instant noodles? I'll add a tea egg and a sausage for you, no extra charge."

At this moment, Zhang Da'an was wearing a leather jacket and was even taller than American "Arnold Schwarzenegger," which immediately sobered up the internet cafe administrator.

That's very kind of you. Then there's nothing more to say.

I cancelled "Internet Download Manager" since it's not fast anyway; I also deleted the link to Shimizu Yuka's video, since the picture quality wasn't great either.

RMVB files are just something to reminisce about.

"My instant noodles are ready, take your time eating. If you need any movies, just go to the shared folder. They're all downloaded by the brothers and put here. If you need to copy them later, just bring an external hard drive. Or bring a blank CD, and I'll burn it for you, it's free."

How much does a blank disk cost now?

"The better ones are only a few cents wholesale. I know someone at the electronics market who sells them for only eight cents a piece..."

Then we started chatting, asking about the prices for building a PC here while we ate.

These days everything is expensive. Memory is expensive, AGP graphics cards are expensive, CRT monitors aren't cheap either, and motherboards are even more expensive. As for processors, TV commercials often feature Intel's classic "light, light, light" sound.

As for the domestic enterprise "Fantasy Computer" at that time, its advertisements also stated that it was "equipped with the latest Pentium processor launched by Intel".

In short, for PC enthusiasts in China, this era is certainly full of surprises, but as for how happy they are... screw it.

If you don't have the money to buy the computer parts you want, you're either looking for secondhand or "foreign junk" parts.

For PC enthusiasts of this era, the idea of ​​domestically producing computer components is nonsense; it's an impossible task.

Only games can provide some enjoyment.

At this time, domestic games also only had filters, and were nothing like "Shilipo". They were not as good as "Dark Dungeon" and were even less good than "Legend".

It was also because of "Legend" that people realized the domestic game market was actually quite deep.

It has always existed, but with abstract things like "Blood Lion," it's just treating "those who play games like idiots" like fools.

At least the game "Legend" is fun, comparable to real-person PvP.

After Zhang Da'an finished eating his noodles, he still gave the manager a fifty-yuan note and didn't ask for change, just to be friends.

Speaking of which, at this moment on the internet, the "network administrator group" is the fastest group to share business information.

From promoting their business in internet cafes to smuggling secondhand parts into the country, internet cafe managers may have very average technical skills, but for money, they are not incapable of buying Yamaha engine heads to upgrade the equipment for their friends in Lingxi Province who fly "big planes".

No money required, just one path.

Whenever any "foreign garbage" comes ashore, just leave a couple of bags of "loose pieces" for me first.

Zhang Da'an spent the whole night at the internet cafe. Of course, he was joined by a dozen or so "cousins" who were also having a blast playing "Red Alert".

Actually, there were quite a few network administrators, but they chickened out in the end, even though they had good eyesight.

While playing "Stone Age" late into the night, the internet cafe manager browsed blogs for a while, and since he also played them, Zhang Da'an casually asked while rummaging through the counter looking for instant noodles and sausages, "Brother, you also blog?"

"Look, here's a real expert. One of our brothers runs an internet cafe in Nandu and has over a thousand computers. He also has his own blog, where he regularly updates his secondhand parts price list. He offers free shipping nationwide for orders of ten pieces or more."

"Oh, it's still 'Jinbang Blog'? Why don't you use one of the newer blogs?"

"This is terrible, it's not as good as this. And a lot of things are free. Look at this 'Zhang Xiaobai,' I love playing it, and I heard they're getting new features soon. But there's one downside, it's inconvenient to switch to the chat..."

After a brief discussion about the features the network administrator wanted, Zhang Da'an found them quite interesting.

I want the experience of instant messaging software, but I don't particularly want to chat instantly. It's okay to chat later.

In short, the network administrator really wants a product called "Weibo," or "Twitter," or "Facebook"...

Zhang Da'an thought it was somewhat interesting, but not that interesting.

At that time, netizens were still more interested in instant messaging and dating software. They would go to an internet cafe, turn on their computer, open the chat software, log in to their account, and then ask, "Are you a pigeon or a beauty?"

All in one go.

We chatted for about five yuan a day, for about an hour, during which I ordered a plate of fried rice with pickled vegetables and scallions—a special version made by the internet cafe owner, of course. And that was the end of my wonderful day.

The method of ordering fried rice wasn't as advanced as it is twenty years later. In an internet cafe filled with the smell of smoke and instant noodles, all you needed to do was wear headphones around your neck, support yourself on the armrests of the internet cafe chair, stand up slightly, and shout: "Boss! One serving of fried rice for machine number XX! No pickled vegetables, and an extra egg! Oh, boss, and an extra sausage too!"

Adding eggs and sausages is certainly unusual.

Because on this day, the "female" online friend she was chatting with said she liked guys like herself.

She's in love.

In order to prepare for the college entrance examination in 1946, Zhang Da'an would chat online when he had nothing to do. However, the "little girl selling tea" version was already taking shape, and there was still a ten-year promise to go before the "Grandpa's Tea Plantation" version. At present, it is still relatively simple.

To avoid the group of people in Jiangning City who regularly summoned him for questioning, Zhang Da'an wandered between all the large internet cafes in Jiangning City, playing Half-Life with college students.

"..."

Coach Zhang's wonderful day continued, except for the loss of a "little girl selling new tea".

He only left with the police after they finally found him, in full view of everyone.

"No, Mr. Zhang, you don't need to wear handcuffs. Where did you get these handcuffs from? And what are you doing here? What are you doing with that camera? Don't take pictures randomly!"

"Pineapple Boy," always ready, pulled out his camera and, following "Big Brother An's" instructions, frantically took several high-definition photos.

In short, Coach Zhang left with the police, and he was handcuffed.

(End of this chapter)