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In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows of the top-floor penthouse in Shenzhen Bay No. 1, spilling onto the messy bed.

Zhang Xinyu, like a well-behaved kitten, was skillfully serving Li Feng, who had just woken up.

Fine beads of sweat glistened on her beautiful face, and her eyes held no trace of reluctance, but rather were brimming with adoration and infatuation.

Yesterday afternoon, she witnessed Li Feng's domineering demeanor in the conference room.

In the eyes of this woman who admires strength, money is certainly alluring, but Li Feng's composure and power in manipulating the pulse of the times are the most lethal aphrodisiac in the world.

"Phew..." Li Feng breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to rub Zhang Xinyu's soft, long hair.

Zhang Xinyu obediently stopped what she was doing, and wrapped herself around Li Feng's chest like a water snake, her cheek pressed against his firm muscles, her voice sweet and seductive: "Boss, the way you looked in the conference room yesterday was absolutely mesmerizing... I don't even know how to serve you properly."

Li Feng chuckled and was about to speak when Zhang Xinyu suddenly looked up, her gaze drawn to the huge LCD TV on the bedroom wall that was playing the morning news.

The female host, who was broadcasting financial news, suddenly raised her voice a few decibels, and huge posters of "Angry Birds" and "Fishing Joy" appeared prominently on the backdrop behind her.

"...According to the latest news from this station, two smartphone games independently developed by Shenzhen-based startup Haofeng Networks have recently caused a sensation in the European and American markets. Since their launch on the Apple App Store, these two domestically produced games have not only topped the download charts in North America and Europe, but have also generated tens of millions of US dollars in foreign exchange revenue in just one week!"

"This marks the first time that Chinese internet software products have achieved such tremendous success in developed markets in Europe and America. Industry experts say that Haofeng Networks' success has fired a brilliant shot in the way of Chinese software going global and digital culture being exported..."

Zhang Xinyu froze for two seconds, then sat bolt upright, forgetting even the silk blanket that had slipped off her. Excitedly, she pointed at the television screen: "Boss! Look! It's our game! It's on CCTV's financial channel! Boss, you're famous now!"

Li Feng looked at the two familiar birds and fish on the TV screen, but his eyes remained calm.

2008 was a year in which the country had just hosted the Olympic Games and national pride was at an all-time high.

The nation longs to see local enterprises that "bring glory to the country" and "earn foreign exchange" stand tall in various fields.

At this juncture, Haofeng Networks is making a fortune in Europe and America with two games. How could the official media possibly let go of such a good positive example?

"Becoming famous is only a matter of time." Li Feng patted Zhang Xinyu's slender waist, rolled out of bed, and said, "Go and iron that black suit in my walk-in closet. Since the authorities have given us an out, we should take advantage of it."

……

Three days later, in the reception room at Haofeng Networks headquarters.

Facing the barrage of questions from Shenzhen TV and several authoritative financial media outlets, Li Feng put on a pair of simple, non-prescription glasses.

"Mr. Li, as the youngest and most successful software entrepreneur in China to go global, what was your original intention in founding Haofeng Network and setting your sights on the overseas market?" The female reporter asked, holding the microphone with admiration in her eyes.

Li Feng sat upright, facing the camera, his eyes becoming deep and sincere.

"Actually, I'm not as amazing as people say," Li Feng smiled slightly, his tone humble. "The reason I'm releasing games overseas is because I believe that games are not just a form of entertainment, but also a new type of cultural carrier."

"For a long time, we have been in a weak position, receiving only one-way exports from the West in terms of cultural products. Our goal at Haofeng Networks is to be the icebreaker of the digital age. We want to earn money from foreigners, but not only their money, but also, through the wisdom of Chinese programmers, achieve true cultural export and technological output!"

Upon hearing this grand and strategic statement, the eyes of the several state media reporters present immediately lit up, and they frantically took notes in their notebooks.

What a great title! "From Earning Foreign Exchange to Cultural Export: The Dream of a Technologically Powerful Nation by Young Chinese Entrepreneurs!"

The female reporter continued excitedly, "Mr. Li, your vision is truly admirable. From what we understand, you're only twenty-two years old and recently graduated from university. Many people speculate whether you have a powerful family background that has enabled you to achieve such remarkable success in such a short time?"

Upon hearing this question, a hint of reminiscence flashed in Li Feng's eyes. Then, he addressed the camera in a calm yet powerful voice.

"Family background? No."

Li Feng shook his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the lens, looking towards the distant north. "I am the son of a farmer, a true-blue farmer."

"My hometown is a remote rural village in Xuzhou, Jiangsu. My parents were farmers who toiled in the fields. They were barely literate and managed to send me out of the village by working hard in the fields and saving every penny."

Li Feng paused slightly, revealing a subtle hint of heartache for his parents.

"I am the only college student to have come out of my village in the past few decades."

"I will never forget the scene when my dad sold the only pig in the family to raise money for my tuition the year I was admitted to university. I will also never forget the time when I first came to Shenzhen and was going through the most difficult period of my life, when they secretly deposited the 500 yuan they got from selling corn into my card."

The entire interview site was completely silent. Even the female reporter, who was used to all kinds of big scenes, had slightly reddened eyes.

A student from a rural town with no connections, carrying the hopes of his entire village, starts from scratch in the steel jungle of Shenzhen, and ultimately dominates the international market with his talent, bringing glory to the country!

This is simply the perfect script for the Chinese Dream that aligns with the current mainstream ideology!

"Because I am the son of a farmer, I deeply understand the suffering of ordinary people and the difficulties of national development."

Looking at the camera, Li Feng gave his final concluding remarks: "Now I, Li Feng, have made money, and Haofeng Network has established itself internationally. But I will never forget my roots! In the days to come, I will establish a special fund to help farmers. I want to give back to my hometown that gave me birth and nurtured me, to society, and to this great motherland that has given me so many opportunities!"

……

at the same time.

Xuzhou, Jiangsu Province, is a remote and impoverished village.

The weather in July was unbearably hot, and cicadas chirped incessantly in the trees.

Li Feng's father, Li Weiguo, and mother, Zhang Xiulan, were wearing straw hats and sweating profusely as they weeded their few acres of cornfield.

"Old man, do you think our Xiaofeng will be able to have air conditioning at the company in such a big city like Shenzhen, in this sweltering heat?" Zhang Xiulan straightened her aching back, wiped the sweat from her face, and asked with concern.

Old Li tapped his pipe and glared at his wife: "What are you women worrying about! Our son is a college graduate! He's a high-level white-collar worker in a big company! His boss values ​​him a lot! Didn't he say a few months ago that he was going to buy us a big house in Shenzhen and bring us here to enjoy a comfortable life?"

"Sigh, I'm just afraid that my child will only share good news with outsiders and keep the bad news to themselves, and that they'll suffer in silence when they're wronged..."

Just as the elderly couple were talking about their son in the fields.

A cloud of dust suddenly rose from the dirt road at the village entrance in the distance.

Village Party Secretary Lao Wang, riding his dilapidated old bicycle, could barely hold onto the handlebars, pedaled wildly towards the cornfield, shouting at the top of his lungs at a deafening volume that could be heard throughout the village:

"Old Li!! Old Li!! Stop hoeing!! Something terrible has happened!!"

Old Li was startled and quickly dropped his hoe to rush over: "Secretary Wang, what's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

The village secretary threw his bicycle on the ground, rushed to Old Li covered in sweat, grabbed his rough hand, and his lips trembled with excitement:

"Your son! Your Li Feng!!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiulan's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground. Her voice trembling with tears, she asked, "What happened to my Xiaofeng?! Did he get into trouble in the city?!"

"What a mess! We're on TV!! On CCTV's big TV!!"

The village party secretary was so excited he was almost incoherent, tears welling up in his eyes. "The town mayor just called the brigade headquarters himself, telling everyone in the village to go watch TV in the brigade courtyard! Your Li Feng is a big boss now! He said on TV that he's the pride of our village, that the game he made earned tens of millions of US dollars from foreigners!! He also said on TV that he's going to build roads and schools for our village to give back to our hometown!!"

"The town and county leaders are coming to our village in cars, making a big fuss, to present you two with an honorary plaque!!"

Old Li and Zhang Xiulan were completely frozen in place.

A gentle breeze rustled through the cornfield.

The elderly couple stared blankly at each other, the blazing sun before them seeming almost unreal.

That kid who called just a few months ago saying that his boss was taking good care of him and told them not to send the 500 yuan from selling corn...

They made tens of millions of US dollars from foreigners?! And they even had to get the county magistrate to come and present them with a plaque?!

"Old man..." Zhang Xiulan's hand trembled as she pinched Old Li's arm hard.

"Ouch!" Old Li cried out in pain, then his eyes instantly reddened, and two streams of turbid hot tears rolled down his deeply lined old face.

He suddenly turned around, looking south towards Shenzhen, his calloused hands covering his face, and he burst into tears and then into laughter.

"Great...great!! The Li family's ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke!! My son...is going to be very successful!!"