I was reborn without dreams

Chapter 122 Not Ashamed to Ask a Scoundrel

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, please don't do this, please don't do this, really, please don't do this, I'm scared..."

"Officer, I..."

"No, no, no, I'm not much older than you. I've only been a policeman for ten years."

"So you're nineteen years old this year?"

"What do you mean nineteen? I'm thirty-five."

"Then I should call you uncle, I'm only nineteen this year."

"?????"

The policeman who was busy removing Zhang Da'an's handcuffs was stunned for a moment, looking at Zhang Da'an with an incredulous expression.

No?

nineteen?

"Your gaze is a bit too much, officer."

"No, let me have my colleague greet you."

The male police officer, after removing the handcuffs, quickly called over a female colleague, an older woman who didn't seem easy to communicate with.

So Zhang Da'an didn't say anything, silently got into the car and left.

This left the older woman who had come to accompany them speechless.

Instead of going to the police station, they went to a big hotel for a meeting, where all sorts of people were there, including the police.

The main purpose was to find out what was going on, and also to advise Coach Zhang to stop warming up and get down quickly, since the internet flame war competition hadn't even started yet.

"The National Security Bureau wants to know if all the materials on your side are complete?"

"Well, I don't really understand what constitutes complete materials and what constitutes incomplete materials."

"You can't just post everything online. That's just fooling around and alerting the enemy. What if someone tries to escape beforehand?"

"What does this have to do with me?"

"..."

Zhang Da'an said righteously, "I just wanted to ruin someone else's company. How was I supposed to know they had other things going on? I was a victim too."

"No, you're the victim? You've been making personal attacks, and you're the victim?"

"Can't I suffer in silence?"

"..."

Divine gold.

I couldn't connect with Zhang Da'an, but I also couldn't really do anything to him.

The people of Jiangning City never expected such a dramatic turn of events, which uncovered a major case.

The original intention was to make Zhang Da'an restrain himself, but now that we've alerted him, a sudden and ruthless move won't hurt.

An elderly man, who seemed to have a high standing in the online community and was quite kind, came over and asked curiously, "You were a two-time top scorer in the college entrance examination, which is almost equivalent to the 'God of Literature' in Jiangkou Province. Why are you being cursed like a shrew on the internet? Is there some explanation for this?"

"Because I have low moral character."

"..."

Hey, you actually have a point.

Zhang Da'an doesn't care about his image at all; for him, image is irrelevant.

Just like a policeman in his thirties, everyone assumes he's about the same age, so is there any need to be particular about his appearance?

Whenever anyone asks him about his motives for the "flame war," he replies that it's mainly because he's low-class, petty, and vindictive, which is why he keeps attacking others.

Different departments have different concerns. The police just want to get a general idea of ​​the cases at hand and then dig deeper to see if they can get some more juicy stuff out of the cheated programmer.

The "academics" in the business and management majors at the university simply wanted to explore possible directions for the "Internet economy".

Because things are currently in a state of chaos, even the "dot-com bubble" that started in the United States has not yet produced any real profitable projects. The mainstream revenue still comes from online advertising, with top companies earning only two to three million US dollars a year in advertising revenue.

The long contracts that are common in traditional television broadcasts are not available on the internet at present.

Advertisers even prefer cable TV on-demand channels, which is truly enduring.

However, insightful people, both domestically and internationally, are very optimistic about the "Internet economy" and do not underestimate it. There is no disagreement that the Internet can make a lot of money; the point of contention is how to make money.

Online shopping was born at this time, but a mature system did not exist. Last year, Amazon launched a third-party seller platform, allowing other merchants to sell goods on Amazon.

This marks the beginning of a completely new model. Offline product platforms, which exist as supermarket shelves and similar retail outlets, have been brought into the virtual space by Bezos.

There are quite a few domestic investors following suit, and online shopping websites that imitate Amazon have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. However, it is undoubtedly another case of trying to imitate something but ending up with something completely different.

At the beginning of this year, some small online shopping websites that were trying their hand in Beijing went bankrupt because they couldn't even afford to pay their rent. It wasn't that they couldn't afford the rent for office buildings, but that they couldn't even afford the rent for warehouses.

What these entrepreneurs are thinking is even more obvious than Sima Zhao's.

Sima Zhao was still putting on an act, while these entrepreneurs were practically begging him to transfer the money to their accounts immediately.

The elderly people in Jiangning who were researching economic models began to wonder if there was something wrong with this. Otherwise, why couldn't they even swindle a decent investment institution?
So while the police were organizing the materials, Zhang Da'an set up a computer and slightly edited a few photos that "Pineapple Boy" had taken.

For example, the police uniforms were blurred with Gaussian blur, and the police officers' eyes were covered with long black stripes. As for Zhang Da'an himself, he also had long black stripes covering his eyes.

I randomly copied some Japanese text, added a few capital English letters and numbers, and the film's flavor instantly came to life.

The old man chatting with him next to him was speechless, not really understanding the contemporary art of these young people.

Zhang Da'an made the photos slightly less clear, then had Shen Tu print them out and anonymously send them to another antivirus software company that was arguing with him...

"Boss, I feel like this behavior is a bit perverted."

Feeling somewhat insecure, Shen Tu immediately made a phone call to confirm with his boss.

"Remove the feeling, and remove the positive aspects as well."

"..."

"To destroy someone, besides taking the initiative, there's also luring them into a trap. As the saying goes, 'If I don't go to hell, who will?' I'm putting myself in the game." "What if they mistake it for spam?"

"Are you an idiot? Go find out which school their programmers are from, and then use your connections to spill the beans. By the way, mention that you've heard rumors circulating in universities around Jiangning that Zhang An, the owner of 'Xiaobai Antivirus,' has been taken away by the police. Mention which internet cafe too; maybe a reporter from Beijing will send someone to confirm it."

"..."

Although we don't know how the boss plans to harm people, just hearing this kind of behavior doesn't seem like something a decent person would do.

This is pure shady stuff.

If you had a normal boss, why would they put you in this situation and get involved?
The old scholar standing to the side understood immediately, and looked at Zhang Da'an with an even more complicated expression: "Your method is ruthless."

"Just a matter of convenience."

"Could you tell me about the development direction of the 'Internet economy'?"

"Why are you talking to me? Do I look like I understand the 'internet economy'?"

"The main thing is that I've never seen anyone earn your wealth in such a short time through normal business activities."

"So you mean the old gentleman has seen someone as awesome as me before?"

"I've seen them, quite a few, all in 'Tilanqiao'."

"..."

The old man was quite humorous, but what he said made sense.

"Are you interested in studying finance? A combined bachelor's and master's program?"

"Ah."

Zhang Da'an chuckled lightly, then said disdainfully, "I didn't even accept offers from other people who play math, how dare you, an economist, ask me?"

"..."

The old man was speechless, but he was convinced.

There's no way around it, math majors are just awesome.

Just as there's no definitive answer as to which engineering school is the strongest, there's no dispute about which school has unparalleled welding technology.

Those who can do welding at Harbin Institute of Technology are not petty scoundrels.

But no matter what industry or field you're in, even if it's a pure humanities field exploring new avenues, it ultimately needs the support of mathematics.

There's no way around it; you can't do anything without math.

Therefore, Zhang Da'an's expression—three parts mockery, three parts indifference, four parts nonchalance, and ninety parts indifference—left the old man helpless.

Although the old man's level is not low, what does that have to do with Coach Zhang?

If the old man dares to act arrogantly towards him, Coach Zhang will make long-term sarcastic remarks about the old man's school, major, and students among the students...

From a technical standpoint, it's not impossible to make the old man's academic lineage end.

So no matter how unhappy the old man was, he could only continue to smile, chat, and entertain Zhang Da'an.

After the police finished dealing with the matter, I mentioned to Coach Zhang that I would be notified if there were any developments, and then I quickly went to coordinate with my colleagues in Luzhou, Beijing and other places to carry out a joint operation.

As for Coach Zhang...

It's customary to send someone to protect you.

Although his "cousin" brought twenty or thirty people, the police still arranged for him to stay in a safe, large hotel.

During this time, Zhang Da'an was still annoyed by the old men and women who were exploring economic models. The main reason was that they also had tasks and had to write opinions, but they really didn't know where to start. In the entire Jiangkou Province, there was only one person who was popular on the Internet... a troll.

The "online friends club" organized by Jiangning City is quite lively, but that's all it is; there's absolutely no possibility of making a profit.

Even the moderators were called in to give their opinions, but all they could think of was charging for user registration...

But there's one troll who's different. He certainly had a blast arguing with people, and he actually made money from it.

Although it wasn't much, I did make money.

What exactly is it?
The merchandise surrounding the little black dog "Zhang Xiaobai".

Brooches, pendants, ornaments, refrigerator magnets...

Zhang Da'an just casually had a small jewelry factory in Shazhou City make this little thing. Of course, he repaired the rough edges and cured the color after applying it, so it looks quite exquisite overall.

It can be sold, and it sells quite well.

However, these are not individual orders, but rather wholesale orders from individual business owners in cities like Jiangning who run "one-yuan stores" and "two-yuan stores".

After finishing, he went to set up a stall around the university. A college student with internet access passed by for a moment and immediately barked: "Isn't that Zhang Xiaobai? Holy crap, they actually have his keychains!"

Zhang Da'an didn't make any money from this stuff at all, maybe a little over ten thousand, let alone twenty thousand, maybe not even fifteen thousand.

But it is important because it is the first formal entity in Jiangkou Province to successfully engage in the "Internet economy"!

Let's just call it a success for now.

So now, if we're talking about experience or the "Internet economy," only that troll has anything to offer.

Doing academic research is a matter of seeking truth from facts, especially when you have to write suggestions to your superiors. How can you just make things up?

Zhang Da'an originally didn't want to bother with these old men and women, but since they were willing to contribute to his efforts in running a private vocational school, things became much easier.

They are all their own people.

We're all buddies.

"...Amazon's success, while not yet a true success story, suggests a future where it is likely to succeed. Looking at the existing factors contributing to its success, the most important is its basic transportation infrastructure. The United States currently holds an absolute advantage in air, rail, and road transportation. Its advanced logistics are the foundation of Amazon's online shopping business model. Without a basic and sound transportation infrastructure, talking about the 'internet economy' is meaningless. India's focus on the tertiary sector, especially computer-related so-called high-end services, is due to its limited resources. The country's railway mileage is not much better than during the colonial period, and its road transportation has even slightly regressed. Even if it wanted to develop an online shopping business model, it lacked the most basic hardware. We are in a similar situation, but not quite there yet."

"Basic transportation infrastructure..."

An old man nodded, took out a pen, and wrote it down in his notebook.

You wouldn't think of it if I didn't tell you, but you'd understand it all once I did.

Zhang Da'an was furious when he saw the old men looking at him as if they already understood.

I've seen plenty of these kinds of poor students at Xindongweigang Middle School!
(End of this chapter)