The 13th floor of the Show Headquarters Building in the tropolis District.
This was the headquarters of Show.
At ten in the morning, Luke, wearing a red and white T-shirt, pushed open the conference room door and walked to the head chair.
"This is the first all-hands eting since the company was founded. Before we start, I need to formally confirm the assignnt of duties moving forward."
At his words, the hearts of the young departnt heads inevitably tensed up.
Show was no longer the small initial group of people, but a company with over twenty employees. Since it was now a company, job roles, authority, and division of labor had to be established.
Luke pressed his hands onto the table, his calm gaze sweeping around and finally settling on a young man wearing thick glasses.
"Rowan, the Marketing Departnt is yours. Collect user feedback information as much as possible, organize it into a report every three days, and submit it to ."
Rowan imdiately stood up.
"I won't disappoint you, boss."
Luke raised a hand to let him sit and turned to face Philip Arthur on his right. The bald, middle-aged Black man was the oldest and most experienced person in the entire company. A Harvard graduate, he had served as an executive in several large financial groups. Luke had gone to great lengths to recruit him.
"Mr. Arthur, I'll entrust the work of Overall Planning and Coordination to you."
Philip nodded with a broad smile, looking very amiable. Only those who had worked closely with him knew his work style was one of strict self-discipline and strict demands on others. Order must be maintained, and for the company to develop healthily, sound managent systems were essential.
"Cindy!"
Luke looked at the woman at the end of the table. She was about twenty-six or twenty-seven, quite pretty, well-made up, and possessed a mature charm.
"This is Robert Downs. He will be your deputy from now on. The two of you will be responsible for Finance and Operations."
"Understood, boss."
Cindy quickly nodded. The huge stone resting in her heart finally dropped. She had heard yesterday that the boss hired a financial expert from Gotham City. She had assud her position would be replaced, but he hadn't done so.
With that thought, a sense of gratitude welled up, and her expression beca focused. She looked at Robert with a competitive spirit. Robert, however, didn't pay it any mind; a college graduate who barely understood finance wasn't worth his attention.
Luke continued,
"The Research and Developnt Departnt will temporarily be under my supervision. As for the Technology Departnt..."
The conference room instantly quieted. All the young people not wearing suits looked over simultaneously.
These were all specialized talents Luke had recruited through special channels: so were overweight, so were tall and thin, and so looked cynical while sucking on lollipops. Their academic qualifications were generally low, but their skills were real—far surpassing those of many famous college graduates. It was thanks to them that Show had been able to develop safely to its current state.
Specialized talent often shares a flaw: they are difficult to manage, and these individuals were no exception.
The air was thick with competition.
Zacks sensed sothing and quickly scanned the room, spotting a few familiar faces. Interesting! Such a small internet company actually had so many computer experts.
"The Technology Departnt is the core of the company, and its head carries great responsibility, allowing for no mistakes. Before this, I considered many candidates and ultimately chose Zacks Borg. So of you should have heard of him. I plan to appoint him as the leader of the Technology Departnt."
The mont he finished speaking, a chubby guy with braided hair stood up.
"I know this guy. The FBI caught his trail, and he was locked up for two years before being released."
"So, he's been to prison!"
"Soone who couldn't protect his own rear end thinks he can be the boss?"
"His skill must not be much if he's thinking that big."
...
Zacks Borg wasn't known for his good temper, either.
"Whoever is unconvinced, step forward and compete."
"We'll compete, then."
The two groups exchanged barbs, arguing fiercely.
Luke simply watched, making no move to stop them. The core of an internet company is technology, and the foundation of technology is talent. The stage was set; whether Zacks Borg could assu the mantle of command depended entirely on his ability. If he couldn't, Luke wouldn't hesitate to replace him.
"Alright, once the eting is over, you can compete however you like. Just one rule: don't break the computers."
"Let's continue the eting."
Luke signaled to Charlie, who took out a stack of thick docunts and distributed them to everyone.
"Show is my dream, but I hope it becos everyone's dream, too. You are not just my employees; you are the creators of this dream. We will work together, cultivate this sapling, watch it sprout and grow, and eventually beco a towering tree whose branches spread across the entire planet. When that happens, I want all of you to still be here, enjoying the abundant fruits with ."
"This docunt is the equity incentive plan. Everyone present has a share. Read it carefully and raise any concerns you have."
Those who received the docunts read them ticulously, not missing a single word. A dream is great, but money is more tangible. Show's salaries were not high, yet it had gathered many talented people. The reason was partly Luke's ability and charisma, but more importantly, the company's prospects.
They were optimistic about Show's future and willing to dedicate their youth to it.
Luke joked, "Mr. Arthur, give an estimate. What will Show's market value be in five years?"
"God tells it will be worth thirty billion."
Luke chuckled.
"The future tells you missed a zero."
Three hundred billion dollars!
Everyone looked disbelieving. Many felt the boss was exaggerating. The famous Wayne Group, developed over nearly a century by three generations, was only valued at over eight hundred billion. Did a social dia application really expect to achieve a third of that in just a few years?
"Do you think I'm boasting?"
Luke crossed his arms, his expression composed and calm. "Future billionaires, ti will prove everything."
"Cindy, pull up the market report."
"Yes, boss."
A series of tables related to user data appeared on the large screen.
"As of eight this morning, our total user count has surpassed 2.4 million, with daily active users around 2.1 million. Do you know what this ans?"
He paused until everyone's attention was fixed on him, then continued,
"It ans that nine out of ten users give Show a satisfactory rating, believing that our creation brings convenience, fun, and a more positive impact to their lives. I must say, this is a satisfying report card."
"But is this enough? No, it's far from enough."
Luke clenched his fist, his excitent barely contained.
"I want the entire United States, the entire world, to give us a satisfactory rating. I want every single Earthling to be a loyal Show user. I want every inch of soil on this planet to be covered by Show's network. I want everyone here to beco the future's pioneers..."
"Connecting the world, shortening the distance—that is Show. Our Show. Everyone's Show."
Clap, clap, clap, clap!
Philip Arthur was the first to applaud. The others instantly reacted, cheering wildly as if they were pumped with adrenaline. The atmosphere was completely ignited and took a long ti to settle.
Luke pressed his hands down, laughing,
"Alright, everyone, lunchti is approaching. Let's hurry up with the eting! I can't let you starve."
"After two months of developnt, Show has secured its footing. We are now beginning the second phase of operations. I'm ready to launch the video module. You can share any ideas you have."
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