Reborn in 2000, starting from the university website

Jiang Shuo clutched the several GG contracts signed by Bai Yuhang tightly to his chest, the smile lines at the corners of his eyes almost reaching his ears. He ran his fingers over the covers as if touching some rare treasure.

"Mr. Bai, how do we get these first batch of GG slots?" Zhang Jian grinned broadly. "I have a secret weapon: just add a full-screen pop-up to the QQ chat window and the homepage and channel pages of HaiNei.com, with a ten-second countdown that can't be closed. I guarantee these clients will be so satisfied they'll pay even more!"

Bai Yuhang leaned against the edge of his desk, watching Zhang Jian's eager expression, and tapped his fingers twice on the table.

"Third brother, if you dare add a pop-up that can't be closed, I'll remove you from your position as technical director."

Zhang Jian's smile froze, and he scratched his head. "Mr. Bai, this is over three million yuan in real money! How can the client tolerate not giving them sufficient exposure?"

"Making money is fine, but you have to do it with dignity." Bai Yuhang's tone wasn't harsh, but it carried an undeniable sense of pressure. "There's only one ironclad rule for Qihang's commercialization: never disgust users. You need to discuss with Allen in detail how and where to add the GG slot."

Upon hearing Zhang Xiaolong's name, Zhang Jian's face immediately fell. "Going up against Allen? With his pixel-perfect OCD, he'd force me to turn my penis into a work of art. And now my newly grown hair is going to be ruined again."

"I trust him to oversee things." Bai Yuhang ignored Zhang Jian's complaints. "We must find an absolute balance between sales performance and the product's minimalist style. Any pop-ups or overlays that disrupt the user's smooth experience must be scrapped and redone. We also need to expedite the domain name switch for HaiNei.com; it should be launched in the next few days."

After assigning the tasks, Zhang Jian, Jiang Shuo, and the others left the office. Su Muqing smiled, made a phone call gesture with her hand, went out, and closed the door, shutting out the noise outside.

Bai Yuhang picked up the phone on the table and dialed an overseas long-distance call.

The phone rang a few times before being answered, and Shi Hongchao's excited, loud voice came through.

"Yuhang! I was just about to call you! The paperwork in Delaware is almost done, and Facebook.inc will be registered soon. A wholly owned American company by Qihang will be born soon!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Shi." Bai Yuhang pulled out a swivel chair and sat down. "Have everything been arranged at the Blue Speed ​​Internet Cafes in China?"

"Don't even mention it." Shi Hongchao sighed on the other end of the phone, but with a smile. "I've handed over all the stores in China to my subordinates. I've done this big job with you and tasted the sweetness of entrepreneurship. Now, if you asked me to go back and spend my days supervising a bunch of foreigners collecting internet fees in internet cafes, I really can't go back to that kind of ambition."

"Alright, since President Shi doesn't want to go back, let's go big." Bai Yuhang got to the point. "However, let's postpone the registration for now."

Shi Hongchao was taken aback. "What? Are you having problems with domestic funding? I can help you figure something out."

"Funding is not a problem." Bai Yuhang toyed with the lighter on the table. "President Zhang Lei gave me a suggestion called the 'White Glove Plan.' The market environment in the US is different from ours; politicians and capitalists are ruthless. We need to hire a local white elite who is well-versed in Wall Street rules to serve as the North American CEO, with the company registered under his name. We'll hold the controlling stake behind the scenes, letting him deal with those people. Once this CEO is in place, we'll use his identity to complete the final registration."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Bai Yuhang thought Shi Hongchao would harbor resentment because he had been running around in the United States, and the sudden appointment of a CEO would make anyone uneasy.

"Absolutely right!" Shi Hongchao suddenly slapped his thigh, his voice booming so loudly it made the receiver buzz. "Yu Hang, Mr. Zhang's move is brilliant! I've been dealing with lawyers and agencies here these past few days, and I know it all too well. They're far too wary of outsiders. Having a local as a shield saves us a lot of trouble!"

"Mr. Shi has no objections?"

"If it's good for business development, what objection could I possibly have!" Shi Hongchao laughed heartily. "This arrangement is more suitable for our development. Let him be the CEO, let him deal with those suit-wearing vampires on Wall Street. I'll be the North American Marketing and Sales Director, focusing on business! I've seen it, and I still prefer charging ahead, conquering territory, and negotiating with people—that's the job I enjoy the most!"

"Okay." Bai Yuhang smiled as well. "President Shi, you're very helpful. You stay there and keep things stable. I'll get the management personnel in place and the technical team set up as soon as possible. You just need to wait for our supplies to arrive in the US."

After hanging up the phone, Bai Yuhang pushed open the door and walked into the office area.

"Seventh Brother".

Zhang Qingheng was sitting at his workstation, scratching his head at a pile of code on his computer screen, with a well-worn Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary lying open beside him. Hearing Bai Yuhang call him, he quickly stood up.

"Mr. Bai, you wanted to see me?"

"Come in and speak."

Zhang Qingheng followed him into the office, closing the door behind him. He stood somewhat awkwardly in front of the desk, like a primary school student waiting for a teacher's punishment.

"How's your coding learning going lately, following along with Lao San and Allen?" Bai Yuhang pointed to the chair opposite him, indicating that he should sit down.

Zhang Qingheng only sat on one side of his buttock and scratched his head. "I understand most of the underlying logic, but when I try to write it myself, I always feel uneasy."

"Even if you're feeling weak, you have to step up." Bai Yuhang went straight to the point. "The overseas business department has been established and you're in charge. I plan to hand over the technical reins of Facebook's overseas international site to you."

Zhang Qingheng's hand trembled. His eyes widened, and he waved his head frantically like a rattle-drum. "Sixth Brother, don't tease me. Qihang is an architecture for tens of millions of users. With my skills as a self-taught amateur, if I mess it up, I couldn't afford to compensate even if I were sold by weight!"

"You wouldn't be worth much even if I sold you." Bai Yuhang smiled, looking at him seriously, his tone resolute. "The core data of our overseas business must be in the hands of our own people. I don't trust anyone else with it."

Zhang Qingheng stood there, stunned.

"For overseas business, data is the lifeblood. The US has many regulations and pitfalls, so the core technology architecture must be kept in our own hands." Bai Yuhang looked at him, his tone resolute. "You're someone I brought out from the same dormitory in Harbin. If I don't trust you, who do I trust?"

Zhang Qingheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes welled up with tears. He grew up in the countryside and had never even touched a computer before going to university. Now, however, he was to be in charge of the technical aspects of a multinational website, a trust that felt too heavy for him to bear.

"But Sixth Brother, I..." Zhang Qingheng hesitated for a long time, "My English is so bad that I have trouble even speaking Mandarin with my tongue straight, let alone writing those underlying structures that are all in English."

"It's alright. Starting tomorrow, you'll move to the small conference room. We'll go through the code line by line, starting from the bottom layer of logic, and re-examine it from scratch." Bai Yuhang patted his shoulder firmly, interrupting his hesitation. "I'll personally guide you. We'll start from zero and go through the code from the beginning. As long as you're willing to learn, if Lao San can learn it, you can learn it too. As long as you're not afraid of losing your hair, there's no architecture you can't understand."

Zhang Qingheng looked at Bai Yuhang, his Adam's apple bobbing. He swallowed all his lack of confidence and nodded heavily.

"Okay, Sixth Brother. I'll do it."