Don't underestimate the poor and elderly; I was thrilled to refuse the class beauty's adva

Tian Jun's hands were still shaking when he hung up the phone.

It wasn't the trembling of fear, it was excitement.

He placed his phone on the conference table, screen up, stared at the number that had already been blocked once for a long time, then leaned back in his chair and laughed out loud.

I laughed for a good ten seconds, until my eyes started to sting.

He recalled that when he first proposed building cars at an internal meeting three years ago, everyone thought he was crazy.

He didn't say anything at the time, and locked the sketch of four wheels and a frame deep in the drawer.

The drawer can be opened now.

He wasn't taking a desperate gamble; he had found companions on the same path.

An eighteen-year-old boy, in his most isolated and helpless moment, pushed a full two hundred billion onto the card table.

Two hundred billion is a huge sum, but what truly made his heart flutter were those two words.

Car manufacturing.

He sat up straight, opened his laptop, and created a new blank document.

The cursor flashed across the screen, and he took a deep breath and typed the first line.

Feasibility Report for the Rice Car Project

This habit was something he developed from the very first day of starting his business: he had to write the plans himself for all major decisions.

It's not that he doesn't trust his subordinates, but rather that he believes in a certain principle.

If you can't even convince yourself, how can you convince others?

First convince yourself, then use the plan to convince the higher-ups, and finally lead the higher-ups to convince the whole world.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, and he paused when he typed the three words "Human, Car, Home, and Ecosystem".

Mobile phones were the starting point for his business; smart homes were the foundation for his rice business to survive; and cars will be the terminal connecting everything.

People can't live without their homes, homes can't live without their cars, and cars can't live without people.

If these three rings can be put together, the rice will no longer be the OEM factory that people ridicule.

He will build good cars that ordinary people can afford, just like he built smartphones that ordinary people could afford back then.

Night fell in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the motion-sensor lights in the conference room turned on automatically, but he was oblivious, completely absorbed in the blueprint that was turning from a dream into reality.

When he reached the last page, he typed a line at the end.

"This project has received the support of Mr. Zhang Yifan, the third largest shareholder."

He stared at the line of text for a long time, then pressed the save button and closed the computer.

The city lights outside the window unfolded before his eyes, like a starry sky inverted on the ground. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and felt something breaking out of his chest.

After putting down his phone, Zhang Yifan couldn't continue working on the test paper.

He leaned back in his chair and stared blankly at the old chandelier on the ceiling for a long time.

He didn't have a good impression of the rice company before.

To be precise, the prejudice started from watching short videos.

The internet is flooded with memes, parody videos, and reviews from bloggers.

He'd seen so many claims like "rice phones will definitely lag after three months," "extremely high cost-performance ratio but terrible quality," and "king of OEM products" that he started to believe them.

When any classmate buys a rice-themed phone, the others will tease, "Dude, you're paying an 'IQ tax'!"

He didn't use rice himself, but he still joined in the commotion.

As a result, he spoke with the CEO of DaMi on the phone today.

There was no sense of aloofness or superiority in Tian Jun's voice. He didn't treat him perfunctorily just because he was eighteen, nor did he get angry or embarrassed because he had blocked him once.

Tian Jun communicated with him on an equal footing, earnestly explaining the company's difficulties and carefully listening to his opinions.

Even when he casually uttered the words "building cars," his barely suppressed excitement emanated through the microphone, and even he was infected by it.

A person's perception of a company can sometimes be quite strange.

I wasn't moved by the product, nor was I brainwashed by GG; I was struck by the founder's attitude.

He recalled the "awesome" edits of Tian Jun in those online parody videos and suddenly felt that those jokes were rather meaningless.

If someone can be turned into a parody video, it at least means that they have something worth remembering.

He picked up his phone and searched for the market value of rice.

Then he stared at the string of numbers on the screen, his pupils dilating little by little.

As of today's market close, Dami Technology's total market capitalization is approximately 2100 billion yuan.

What is 10% of 2100 billion?

210 billion! !

When he had 10.8 million yuan in his bank account, he thought he would never have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of his life.

Now they're suddenly telling him that 10% of the shares are worth 21 billion.

Not twenty-one million, but two hundred and ten billion!

He placed his phone screen face down on the table, then flipped it over to look at it again, making sure he hadn't miscounted the zeros.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, hundreds of thousands, millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions, billions...

That's right, 21 billion!

He leaned back in his chair and suddenly felt a little unreal.

Not long ago, he was so excited about a 680-square-meter villa that he almost rolled off the sofa.

As a result, in such a short period of time, that villa had become something he could buy dozens of times in one go.

An idea popped into his head.

What's the point of the college entrance exam? With 20 billion, you can live a carefree life for the rest of your days.

You don't have to do anything; just wait for the year-end bonus, and you'll have tens of millions a year.

No matter how successful his dad's small restaurant is, he can only earn a few hundred thousand a year at most, which is not even a fraction of 20 billion.

He leaned back, put his legs up on the edge of the desk, and began to seriously consider the possibility of lying flat.

No more endless practice questions, no more memorizing English model essays, no more getting up at 6 AM every day for early reading, no more...

【Ding--】

[Recalling the past. Host, do you remember? When you were eighteen, you scored 680 on the college entrance exam. You could have gone to the best 985 university, but you gave it up.]

Although you never mentioned it, every year during the college entrance exam season, you would sit in that small, three-hundred-yuan-a-month partitioned room until midnight, staring blankly at the smiling faces of students checking their scores on TV. You regretted it for the rest of your life.

[Task posted: Take the National College Entrance Examination (Gaokao) and achieve excellent results to be admitted to your ideal university.]

[Mission Reward: Ten Million in Cash.]

[Task Difficulty: Extremely Difficult]

[Reason: You are 68 years old this year! Not only has the college entrance examination syllabus been revised several times, but you can't even get into a high school. Which school would dare accept a 68-year-old with a full head of white hair and a shaky gait into a senior high school classroom?]

The system suggests you abandon this unrealistic idea and instead enjoy your retirement in the shantytown, basking in the sun and collecting recyclables.

Zhang Yifan's leg slid off the desk.

No school dared to accept him, and now he's sitting in a senior high school classroom every day!