My son is a reincarnated soul; I overheard his inner thoughts and became the richest man.

When Chen Feng returned to the headquarters building of Fengtian Technology, the first thing he did was call up Li Zhicheng, the security manager.

Li Zhicheng is Chen Feng's distant cousin.

Back when we first started the internet cafe, it was Li Zhicheng who, with his muscular physique, single-handedly beat out the street thugs who came to collect protection money, thus ensuring the internet cafe's safety.

After Chen Feng made his fortune, he directly promoted him to be the security chief of Fengtian Technology, and paid him a million yuan a year.

I called him here today for no other reason than for Chen Xiaotian.

This kid is not only attending classes at school now, but he also goes to the Dingchi Building every few days, and his activity range is getting bigger and bigger.

Chen Feng instructed Li Zhicheng to select several skilled retired soldiers to secretly follow his son around the clock to ensure his absolute safety.

Just as I finished explaining this matter, my secretary, Zhang Ying, knocked on the door and came in.

"Boss, Mr. Su from Legend Games came to see you this morning."

"Su Qing? Did she say anything?"

"I didn't go into details. I went back when I saw you weren't there, saying I'd report back in person when you returned."

Chen Feng nodded: "Okay, give her an inside call and tell her to come up now."

A few minutes later, Su Qing entered the office in high heels.

"Mr. Chen."

"Sit down, what's the matter?" Chen Feng got straight to the point.

Su Qing organized her thoughts and said seriously, "President Chen, our management team recently had a meeting and wants to try developing a large-scale PC game ourselves."

"Look at us now, the games we have, 'Legend of Mir' and 'MU Online,' are indeed incredibly popular, generating over 100 million yuan in revenue every month. But no matter what, these two are products made by Koreans. Even if we buy the Korean parent company, we are essentially still doing distribution work."

"These days, relying solely on buying other people's games to operate will eventually leave us at their mercy. If we want to truly establish ourselves in the gaming industry, we need to have our own R&D team."

After listening, Chen Feng tapped his fingers on the table.

Su Qing hit the nail on the head.

Legendary Games currently has a large amount of cash in its accounts. Even if it takes out a portion to try and fail, it won't feel bad even if it all goes down the drain.

If it succeeds, it will be a truly core technology.

"Good idea, I approve," Chen Feng said, making the decision. "What kind of subject matter are you planning to work on?"

Seeing that her boss agreed so readily, Su Qing felt a sense of relief and quickly reported:

"The initial theme is Chinese classical mythology."

"Look how much money NetEase's 'Westward Journey 2' is making now, but we won't touch 'Westward Journey' to avoid overlap. We plan to use 'Investiture of the Gods' as the background and then stitch in some mythical creatures from 'Classic of Mountains and Seas'."

"Okay, the subject matter is fine, go for it, and I'll approve the funding if you need more."

Chen Feng changed the subject, his tone becoming more serious, "But I have to give you a warning: when making games, you must treat players like royalty, and never go for those hardcore settings that deliberately torment players."

"Remember, we're making commercial online games, not suffering simulators. Players will only be willing to spend money if they have a good time," Chen Feng instructed.

Su Qing nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, Mr. Chen, we definitely won't fall into these traps. Moreover, this time, we won't just use newcomers from China for our self-developed game. I will also bring in experienced lead designers and lead programmers from WeMade in Korea and Webzen to join the team. They have a mature numerical model for Legend and Miracle games, and they understand best what players like."

"That's right, go ahead and get busy." Chen Feng waved his hand with satisfaction.

......

The National Day holiday is just around the corner.

Chen Feng asked his son, "Xiao Tian, ​​do you want to travel around during this long holiday?"

Chen Xiaotian shook his head directly: "Dad, I really don't have time, I'll skip going out."

Chen Feng was taken aback: "What have you been busy with during your vacation?"

Chen Xiaotian replied, "My aunt helped me set up the Zhongshen Chinese website, and the first batch of VIP works were released for payment on October 1st. I also set up my own book to be released simultaneously, but I have to stay home to finish the manuscript."

Chu Yuan had already privately informed Chen Xiaotian, who knew perfectly well that his father already knew he was the mastermind, so he simply laid it all out on the spot.

Chen Feng was a little surprised, but then he thought that his son had even won a science fiction award, so it was perfectly normal for him to write a few articles.

"Alright, you go ahead and do your thing." Chen Feng also wanted some peace and quiet.

October 1st, noon.

The first batch of more than 20 novels on Zhongshen Chinese Website have officially launched paid reading.

Chen Xiaotian released ten paid chapters in one go, bringing the word count to over 30,000.

His novel, "The Legend of Rebirth," is currently incredibly popular online, directly creating the "rebirth genre," with countless other novels following suit.

This is exactly the effect Chen Xiaotian wanted.

He wanted to introduce the various formulas and tropes of future "feel-good" novels ahead of time to revitalize the entire industry; otherwise, how much money could he earn by simply typing on a keyboard?

After uploading the chapter, Chen Xiaotian felt somewhat uncertain, as no one could be sure how many people were willing to spend real money to read online novels at this stage.

It wasn't until the next day, when Chu Yuan sent him the first-day subscription battle report via QQ, that he finally felt completely at ease.

"The results are much better than expected. Three books have surpassed 1,000 first-day subscriptions, six have surpassed 500, and fourteen have surpassed 100..."

Chen Xiaotian looked at the spreadsheet on the computer screen and was overjoyed.

Of the three books that have surpassed 1,000 views, besides his own "Legend of Rebirth," the other two are "Tianpeng" and "Rogue 2."

It's no surprise that they achieved this result; it's all thanks to Chu Yuan and Su Jin throwing money at them and managing to poach these two top talents.

The author of "Rogue 2" is an even bigger monster. According to historical trends, he will definitely be the first super giant in the online literature circle to earn millions a year.

"The first shot has been fired. I need to get my aunt to put up a huge banner on the website homepage and blow up the battle report like crazy," Chen Xiaotian thought to himself as he typed his reply.

Nine out of ten authors who came to publish books before were only after the minimum attendance bonus; they didn't believe that subscriptions could make money.

If we just throw out this set of eye-popping data, it will definitely ignite the passion of these guys.

When the money earned exceeds the salary of a regular job, a large number of people will definitely do this job full-time.

Only at this point can the website truly come alive.

With two beeps, Chen Xiaotian sent an instruction to Chu Yuan, ordering the technical department to quickly put the promotional banner online.

The moment the first batch of VIP subscription reports was released, the entire writing community was shaken.

"Old Pig, have you seen the sales report on the Gods Chinese website? Three books sold over a thousand copies in a single day, with the highest-selling one almost reaching two thousand!"

In a certain place in Guangxi Province, Li Jin looked at the pop-up message on QQ and almost dropped the mouse in his hand.

He quickly typed on the keyboard: "Really? Someone actually pays to read my words?"

My friend replied instantly: "Absolutely true! Take my advice, move your free updates of 'Zi Chuan' to the 'Gods' forum. Your book is already quite popular; even if you only get a few hundred subscriptions, with your monthly attendance bonus, you'll at least earn back your internet and cigarette costs."

Looking at the text on the screen, Old Pig took a deep drag on his cigarette.

At first, he wrote books purely out of love, but now his passion has been worn away by reality. He spends his days holed up in smoky internet cafes typing away, and the internet fees are a huge expense.

If we could really make some income, life would definitely be much easier.

"I'll give it my all! I'll create an account on the Gods server right now and see what happens, even if it's just to earn enough for food!"

Old Pig stubbed out his cigarette and quickly opened the registration page for the Gods Chinese website...

Similar scenes are playing out wildly on computer screens across the country.

The writers, spurred by this data, started making their own calculations.

What does one thousand subscribers mean?

Three cents per thousand words, the author gets half, which is one and a half cents. One thousand subscriptions would be fifteen yuan!

If I can update 200,000 words in a month, I can earn 3,000 yuan just from subscriptions!

Add to that the 600 yuan attendance bonus, and you can earn up to 3,600!

Three thousand six hundred yuan!

In 2003, many people worked themselves to the bone for a month and only earned a few thousand yuan, which was definitely a high salary that people envied.

In the blink of an eye, a large number of authors who had previously published articles for free on other platforms packed their bags and rushed into Zhongshen Chinese Network.

With more and more good books being published, readers naturally became devoted to staying and spending money, and the snowball grew bigger and bigger, completely revitalizing the entire online literature ecosystem.

......

At the end of October, a refreshing autumn breeze was blowing.

On a rare weekend, Chen Feng was curled up on the sofa in his living room reading the newspaper.

The phone on the table suddenly rang, and the caller ID showed it was Mr. Ren from Huawei.

Chen Feng answered the phone and asked directly, "President Ren, what's the rush on the weekend?"

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Ren's voice sounded weary from his journey: "Mr. Chen, to be honest, I'm already in Shanghai. There's something extremely important I need to discuss with you in person. Are you available now?"

A hint of surprise flashed through Chen Feng's mind.

The fact that this tough businessman personally flew over is no small matter.

He immediately replied, "Don't be shy, just come to my place. I didn't go to the office today, I'll send you the address."

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Less than an hour later, the doorbell rang.

Chen Feng opened the door, and President Ren stood outside wearing an old jacket, his expression somewhat complicated.