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

This plot of land near the river is ultimately a bit too small...

Chen Feng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette between his fingers, his gaze passing over the neon lights of the pedestrian street and turning toward the distant east.

There, more than 300 kilometers away from Linjiang, lies a behemoth that is rapidly expanding—the Magic City!

Shanghai in 99 was a real stage.

In terms of population, consumption power, and tolerance for new things, it is far ahead of Linjiang.

"A large internet cafe over there could probably make the equivalent of three days' revenue here in just one day!"

"Of course, the risks are also great. The rent and labor costs there must be incredibly high, and the competitors are far superior to those local business owners from Linjiang."

Chen Feng frowned slightly, weighing the pros and cons.

But soon, his brows relaxed.

No matter how developed Shanghai is, internet cafes are still a relatively new industry.

In Shanghai right now, it seems that only some medium-sized internet cafes are competing fiercely; the real "juggernaut" has yet to emerge.

Moreover, going to Shanghai has an even more important strategic significance—to promote the internet cafe billing system developed by Zhao Kai.

The market in Linjiang is too small; even if we take over the whole area, we won't have many machines.

But Shanghai is different; the internet cafes there are large and have many machines.

If we can get the system into internet cafes in Shanghai, it will pave the way for us to become the distributor of "Legend of Mir" in the future.

This is laying the foundation for a "richest man's dream" worth tens of billions!

In the past six months, Chen Feng has not only been making money, but also frantically studying business knowledge.

He bought a bunch of books like "Marketing Management," "Positioning," and "Business Warfare," and read them whenever he had free time.

He knew in his heart that although he had a son with a "precognitive ability", his son was still just a little kid who could only talk. The one who had to actually charge into battle and put these ideas into practice was him, the father.

Blacksmith need its own hardware.

Back home, Chen Feng tossed his briefcase onto the sofa and glanced at his son, who was hunched over the table doing his homework.

"Xiaotian, Dad is going to Shanghai tomorrow, and it'll probably be for two or three days. You'll stay at Grandma's for the next few days, so be good."

Chen Xiaotian paused, pencil in his hand, and suddenly looked up: "Dad, what are you going to Shanghai for?"

Chen Feng loosened his tie and casually said, "It's nothing serious, I just wanted to check it out and see if we could open a branch there."

Holy crap? Dad's taken a pretty big step!

[Just took over Linjiang, and now they're aiming for Shanghai? That's some serious ambition.]

Shanghai is indeed a great place, a land of opportunity, but it's also a murky place. Most internet cafes these days are still small, dark workshops. If Dad could bring the concept of a "web cafe" there, it would be a game-changer!

Having computers alone isn't enough; you need the right environment and service. Leather sofas, freshly ground coffee, zoned management... these are the core competitive advantages of future internet cafes.

"No way. Dad may have a bit of a business sense now, but he's still a total country bumpkin when it comes to aesthetics. If he goes to Shanghai and opens a tacky internet cafe plastered with Young and Dangerous posters, that would be so embarrassing."

I need to think of a way to give him some pointers...

Chen Feng listened to his son's heartfelt words, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

A country bumpkin?

Is my taste really that bad now?

However, the concept of "internet cafe" mentioned by his son, along with things like freshly ground coffee and zoned management, really left him somewhat confused.

Internet cafes are for playing games, right? Why would you want coffee?

He really wanted to ask directly, but he hadn't broken through that barrier yet, so he could only hold back.

Just then, Chen Xiaotian's eyes lit up, and he suddenly pushed his workbook away.

"Dad! Oh, right, our art teacher assigned homework today. We were asked to draw a picture of a future entertainment venue."

"I was thinking, Dad, you own an internet cafe, so I drew a picture of a future internet cafe. Can you take a look and tell me how it is? Can I get a high score?"

Chen Feng was secretly pleased to hear this.

That kid's got a good excuse.

"Sure, let Dad have a say." Chen Feng sat down casually.

"I haven't finished drawing yet! I still need to color it in. Dad, wait for me a minute!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Xiaotian grabbed the drawing paper and ran back to his room in a flash.

Hehe, watch this move!

I want to draw pictures of high-end e-sports arenas and casual internet cafes from the future, to give my dad a little visual shock.

[As long as Dad's not completely clueless, he'll understand what high-end, classy, ​​and sophisticated means after seeing this picture. We can just copy the design and decorate the place; it'll definitely impress all those country bumpkins in Shanghai!]

Hearing the rustling sounds coming from the room and his son's smug mutterings, Chen Feng's eyes held a hint of a smile.

This little rascal is quite the worrywart.

An hour later, Chen Xiaotian ran out with two sheets of drawing paper, his face still smeared with crayon paint.

"Dad! It's finished! Take a look!"

Chen Feng took the drawing paper.

Although his drawing skills are somewhat immature, and the lines are even a bit crooked, you can tell that this kid put his heart into it, and he even marked the key parts with Chinese characters.

The first picture depicts a spacious hall.

The floor is covered with shiny marble, no longer the crowded, single-level floor, but divided into several areas.

There is a designated "no-smoking area" with a no-smoking sign.

There are "couple booths" depicting two-seater sofas.

There's also a "competitive battle zone" with an exceptionally large computer screen.

Most noticeably, there was a bar counter painted in the corner with "Milk Tea/Coffee" written on it, and several uniformed waiters next to it.

The second picture is even more outrageous.

The overall color scheme is blue-black, exuding a strong sense of technology.

The walls were covered with glowing strips, and the computer desks and chairs were expensive-looking racing chairs.

There was a large stage in the middle, with several computers on it and audience members below.

The sign next to it reads: [Esports Arena] and [Professional Team Training Room].

As Chen Feng looked at the two pictures, a scene slowly formed in his mind.

Is this what the internet cafe of the future is like?

It has to be said that even just looking at these few clumsy graffiti, Chen Feng could feel a sense of sophistication he had never experienced before.

Compared to the environment in the picture, the two internet cafes I own do look a bit like illegal workshops.

"It seems the first image represents the so-called internet cafe model, suitable for mass consumption upgrades. The second image is too ahead of its time; it'll probably be a few years from now."

"This time in Shanghai, I'll follow the same approach as the first picture!"

Chen Feng felt reassured and reached out to pat his son's head.

"Xiao Tian, ​​this drawing is really good. When Dad opens a shop in Shanghai, he'll use this drawing as a reference for the decor!" Chen Feng said, pointing to the first "internet cafe concept drawing".

Chen Xiaotian was taken aback for a moment, then blinked innocently, "Really? Then can I brag to my classmates that it was my design?"

"Absolutely!" Chen Feng laughed.

Hearing his son's inner monologue, "Dad's got good comprehension, he's teachable," Chen Feng's lips twitched slightly.

You brat, you're getting all worked up over just a couple of compliments.