Reborn in 08, Public Enemy of Competitors

"Sigh, in that case..."

Following Shen Mo's train of thought, Huang Zheng carefully considered the matter.

The future of Ouku.com seemed predictable, leading to a brief period of confusion.

"Mr. Huang, do you remember what I told you before?"

Shen Mo said deliberately, "After the Chinese New Year, Lingyun Technology may launch a new project. I wonder if you would be willing to cooperate?"

Huang Zheng immediately became interested. "What project?"

"It's not convenient to disclose too much at the moment, but I can say it's related to e-commerce and group buying."

He remained silent and mysterious.

Huang Zheng hesitated for a moment, "Can I wait until your project is launched before making a decision?"

"That's no problem at all."

Shen Mo clinked glasses with him, watching Huang Zheng's departing figure with a sense of confidence in his heart.

Once the Meizu M8 is launched, Ouku.com, which mainly sells feature phones from brands like Oppo and BBK, will definitely be affected.

With a meaningful glint in his eyes, he then beckoned Qin Feng to come closer.

"Fengzi, I remember your hometown is Anqiu in eastern Shandong, right?"

"Yes, Anqiu in eastern Shandong is the hometown of ginger and garlic in China."

Qin Feng scratched his head, puzzled.

Shen Mo pressed further, "If that's the case, then your hometown must have the largest ginger and garlic production base and wholesale market in the country?"

Qin Feng asked in surprise, "Yes, and the quality is top-notch. Brother Mo, why are you suddenly asking this?"

Shen Mo smiled and said, "When you go back to your hometown for the Chinese New Year, do me a favor."

Qin Feng patted his chest and said, "Brother Mo, I can handle ten, let alone one, as long as I can."

"Could you help me find out the wholesale prices of ginger and garlic in your hometown...?"

Shen Mo lowered his voice and explained carefully.

"I'll take this task, but Brother Mo, why are you suddenly interested in agricultural products? What does this have to do with our YiTao GO?"

Qin Feng's tone was full of confusion and bewilderment.

"Of course it's related, and it's a huge relationship."

Shen Mo earnestly instructed, "You must investigate this thoroughly for me; there absolutely cannot be any mistakes."

………………

The first annual meeting of Lingyun Technology has come to a successful conclusion.

The first prize of 5000 yuan, the second prize of 3000 yuan, the third prize of 1000 yuan, and countless mobile phones, electrical appliances and other prizes ensured that no one left empty-handed. Everyone openly or secretly praised "General Manager Shen for being generous".

After that, apart from the staff on duty, everyone else left Hangzhou one after another, going their separate ways to find their own mothers.

Shen Mo didn't take the express train to Changzhou until January 25th, which was Lunar New Year's Eve.

Unfortunately, although Changzhou has an airport, there are no direct flights from Hangzhou. However, it is still better than Suzhou, which has no airport at all.

Upon arriving at Changzhou Railway Station, Shen Mo immediately hailed a taxi and gave them his home address.

In the minds of the older generation in Jiangsu Province, only those who live in Tianning and Zhonglou are considered true Changzhou people.

Those who settled in Wujin, especially those in and south of Hutang, were Wujin people.

As a native of Wujin, Shen Mo naturally did not consider himself a Changzhou native, especially during the first season of the Scottish Premiership.

Please understand the concept of football first!

They've really lost all sense of shame! After losing to Nantong, they lost to Jinling, then to Suqian, and then they ran out of things to lose, finally losing all the strokes of Changzhou!

The nicknames got more and more outrageous, from "Changzhou" to "Diaozhou" and then to "Jinzhou".

Later, even the last vertical stroke was almost lost, and it directly became "丨州", becoming the 13th sister of the dinosaur in Jiangsu Province.

Am I the only one in the entire Jiangsu province who lost in the Jiangsu Super League?! Why are you fixated on Changzhou?!

Oh, you're from Wujin, that's fine then!

As soon as Shen Mo returned home, he saw Shen Weidong sitting in the living room with his grandfather Shen Yang and grandmother Su Ying, waiting for the Spring Festival Gala to begin.

Wang Yin hummed a little tune, wearing an apron, and brought out fried fish balls from the kitchen, placing them on the table that was already laden with dishes.

"Xiao Mo! Xiao Mo is back!"

"Dad, Mom, I'm home."

Shen Mo smiled and took out the gifts. "Happy New Year, Grandpa and Grandma!"

"You've lost weight, Xiao Mo."

"I often work overtime, no wonder I've lost weight, Grandpa, Grandma, this is a gift I prepared for you."

Seeing the cigarettes, alcohol, tea, gold, and jade that their grandson had bought for them, Shen Yang and Su Ying couldn't stop smiling.

"Xiao Mo, tell me honestly, how exactly did you send it?"

Wang Yin didn't have time to glance at the gold necklace again; she eagerly pulled her son in front of her.

"That's how it's published, isn't it? It's all over the news, isn't it?"

Shen Mo shrugged, his face showing an air of nonchalance.

"The newspapers don't say it clearly."

Shen Weidong curled his lip. "How can a website be worth hundreds of millions of RMB?"

Shen Mo said half-jokingly, "Dad, what you said is both right and wrong. These hundreds of millions are not RMB, but US dollars."

"US dollars... US dollars..."

Shen Weidong and the others were so shocked that their breathing became rapid.

Wang Yin swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly, and subconsciously patted Shen Mo on the back of the head.

"Mom, what are you doing?!"

Shen Mo reacted quickly and dodged to the side.

"Are you really my son?"

Wang Yin looked him up and down. "I don't think it looks quite right, do I, Lao Shen?"

"What are you talking about? Of course he's our Xiao Mo."

Shen Weidong patted Shen Mo on the back. "Son, you really weren't joking just now. You really have hundreds of millions of US dollars?"

"Just my net worth." Shen Mo grinned. "Dad, Mom, you'll find out after the New Year."

Everyone was so excited that Shen Yang and Su Ying almost fainted.

One by one, they kept putting food into Shen Mo's bowl and kept asking him all sorts of questions, as if they wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Su Ying interrupted with concern, "Alright, alright, stop asking! Can't you see my grandson hasn't eaten much?"

Shen Mo smiled brightly, and as the Spring Festival Gala officially began, everyone's attention was gradually diverted.

Except for himself!

After 09, the Spring Festival Gala became unwatchable.

The era of patriotic songs began, but it almost went from its peak to its decline. Eventually, all the artists they invited were popular celebrities. Ugh, disgusting!

As for the robots dancing, they have no soul beyond showing off their skills. The Spring Festival Gala is meant to make people laugh and have fun, not to force a smile.

Shen Mo watched with little interest, finding it all rather dull. He went to the balcony and saw the children in the neighborhood playing with firecrackers.

Shen Weidong came out, a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.

"Your mother and I used to just hope that after you graduated from university, you could find a stable job, earn money steadily, get married, have children, and live a peaceful and ordinary life. We never expected you to be so restless."

"If you don't take risks, are you still a young person?"

Shen Mo placed his hands on the railing.

"Since you've chosen this path, then walk it well."

Shen Weidong said, "You don't need to worry about things at home. Just keep moving forward and don't look back."

Shen Mo glanced at him and noticed that his hair was a few strands whiter than last year, and his back was not as straight as it had been when he was a child.

"Hehe, your grandpa often says I'm useless, just a PE teacher."

Shen Weidong grinned and said, "But now I'm much better than your grandfather, and my son is much more successful than his son."

Shen Mo's lips twitched. Could they really compare like that?

Just then, a series of firecrackers went off, followed by fireworks, and the night sky outside the window was ablaze with color.

boom!

boom!boom!

As fireworks lit up the sky and the clock struck midnight on New Year's Eve 2009, my silent phone immediately started buzzing with a barrage of New Year's greetings.

Du Manqing, Lin Qingyan, Zhong Xue, Lu Wenbin, Yuan Hua, Huang Zheng, Liu Qiangdong, Ma Huateng, Xu Xin...

He accepted everything without question and reciprocated accordingly.

But what concerned him most was Qin Feng's New Year's greeting. The investigation he had been asked to conduct had yielded some results!