My capital is quite large.

The meeting room door closed behind him, and Li Feng walked straight back to his workstation in the open-plan office area.

He had barely sat down when the previously hushed office area fell silent. Old Lu, the veteran programmer next to him, leaned over, his eyes filled with sympathy and disappointment.

"Xiao Li, what you were doing in there just now... Ugh! You're so foolish! Zhao Peng is notoriously petty. You embarrassed him in front of everyone; how are you going to get along in this department after this?"

"It's alright, Brother Lu." Li Feng skillfully pressed the power button on the computer host, his tone relaxed.

Seeing Li Feng's unyielding attitude, Lao Lu sighed, shook his head, and retreated to his workstation.

In his view, this recent college graduate was already a dead man, and his career was basically over.

Li Feng knew, of course, that he was a "dead man".

But resigning voluntarily? Only a fool would do that.

In 2007, although the cost of living in Shenzhen was not as high as it is today, rent and daily expenses were still a huge burden.

As a test-taker from a small town in the countryside, his current bank account balance is less than five thousand yuan.

If you act rashly and walk away now, you won't get a single penny in compensation.

Starting a business with only a few thousand yuan? Going to Lei Jun or Sequoia Capital for investment?

Do not make jokes.

Capital is bloodthirsty and opportunistic.

A 22-year-old, low-level programmer with no successful projects to back him up and only six months out of college, can't even get close to the offices of those investment gurus; he'll just be kicked out as a madman.

He needs initial capital; he needs his first pot of gold.

If you're going to leave, you should at least get enough leverage before you go.

Tencent (the company behind Tencent) is required to provide N+1 compensation when dismissing employees.

Moreover, as a top domestic internet company, it offers free gigabit fiber optic internet, free air conditioning electricity, and a base salary paid on time every month.

"Capitalists can exploit my labor for free, so why can't I exploit their resources and start a business with a salary?"

Li Feng tapped his fingers lightly on the table, his brain racing.

He majored in computer science, and although he wasted some time in his later years and his technical skills were not at the level of a top architect, he was more than capable of writing business logic and doing full-stack development.

Six months, one person, one computer.

He needs a blockbuster product that has low technical barriers, short development cycles, but can quickly attract traffic and funds!

Li Feng's eyes suddenly lit up.

He had an idea.

Happy Farm is a super social web game that once drove Chinese netizens crazy, made countless urban white-collar workers set alarms in the middle of the night, and even made Tencent, a company that later became envious, so much so that it forcibly spent money to acquire it.

A simple Flash animation, a few lines of simple countdown logic, plus a social interaction mechanism that takes human nature into account.

This simple game, with its extremely low technical requirements, generated hundreds of millions of daily active users at its peak, and its monthly revenue was terrifying!

"Six months is enough."

Just as Li Feng opened the code editor, preparing to create a new project folder.

The heavy Nokia N73 on the table suddenly started shaking violently, and two words appeared on the screen: "Mom".

The fingers that were typing on the keyboard suddenly stopped.

A sudden, unexpected pang of sadness welled up in my nose.

After being fired from Tencent in my previous life, I didn't dare to call home for a whole year.

He was afraid to hear his parents' caring voices, afraid to shatter their pride in their son working as a white-collar worker in a big company in Shenzhen, bringing honor to the family.

Later, he repeatedly failed in his business ventures and felt ashamed to face his elders in Jiangdong. Until his parents passed away one after another in the countryside, he was unable to let them enjoy a day of happiness.

Taking a deep breath, Li Feng pressed the answer button, trying to make his voice sound steady: "Hello, Mom."

On the other end of the phone, there was a slightly noisy background noise, and you could vaguely hear the village's big yellow dog barking.

My mother's voice, thick with her local accent, came cautiously yet full of expectation:

"Xiao Feng, have you had lunch yet? I hope I didn't disturb your work?"

"I've already eaten, Mom. I just finished a meeting and I'm taking a lunch break now, so I won't disturb you," Li Feng said softly.

"That's good, that's good."

The mother breathed a sigh of relief. "Your dad went to town yesterday and sold some corn. He transferred five hundred yuan to your card. Shenzhen is a big city, the cost of living is high. You haven't been working long, don't make yourself suffer. Don't be stingy with money when you have meals with your colleagues..."

Li Feng's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his eyes felt slightly warm.

This five hundred yuan was painstakingly earned by the parents digging it out bit by bit from the mud.

In my past life, I carried this heavy burden of love, living like a timid dog in the workplace, afraid of losing my job and disappointing my parents.

"Xiaofeng, when you work in a big company, you need to listen to your superiors and be proactive. We're kids from the countryside, we don't have any connections or backing, so it's good to suffer a little. As long as you're willing to work hard, your superiors will eventually see your good qualities..." His mother kept nagging him.

Is suffering a blessing in disguise?

Li Feng looked up, his gaze passing over the edge of the computer screen, and saw Zhao Peng walking out of the conference room with a beaming smile, receiving congratulations from several other managers.

"Mom," Li Feng interrupted his mother, his voice gentle yet firm.

"Hmm? What's wrong, son?"

"Keep the money and buy some good food with my dad, don't send it to me. I'm doing fine at work, my boss... takes good care of me."

"Don't worry, by this time next year at the latest, I will buy you a big house in Shenzhen and bring you here to enjoy your retirement."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, followed by a mother's chuckle, a mixture of relief and slight reproach: "You silly child, you've only been working for a few days and you're already talking nonsense. A house in Shenzhen is something we can't even dream of. Alright, just focus on your work, I won't bother you anymore."

The phone hangs up.

Li Feng put away his phone, sealing away all the cowardice from his past life with this phone call.

"call--"

He flexed his fingers, producing a crisp cracking sound.

My gaze returned to the computer screen.

He created a hidden folder deep within his D drive and named it: Project_HappyFarm.

Then, I created a new text file and typed out the underlying architecture logic that only I could understand on the first line.

In the open-plan office area, colleagues were either frantically typing away on their keyboards in preparation for the upcoming performance review, or planning a sycophantic dinner in the QQ group to promote Zhao Peng.

No one knows that in this corner, a young man who has just been sentenced to death in the workplace is typing the first line of code on a Tencent computer, using Tencent's electricity, a code that will revolutionize the entire landscape of internet social networking in China.

Countdown: Six months.

The hunt has officially begun.