After 2015, both companies eagerly joined the battle to promote QR codes, seeking collaborations with local forces to have people go door-to-door in small shops to push QR code usage, a project that enhanced the wealth of thousands of small-scale affluent individuals across the nation.
Therefore, many felt that the years following 2015 were truly lucrative, feeling that the future held boundless possibilities. Indeed, this wasn’t an illusion—during those years, as long as one had a bit of sense, one could make money.
Of course, this isn’t to say that only those with brains made money; even those without could still earn a bit.
For instance, when major internet companies delegated ground promotions to local forces, and these forces had to recruit people for this groundwork, a share of the profits would inevitably be distributed, leading to a demand for workers and consequently higher personal salaries. During this period, whether it was delivering food or driving for Didi, everyone benefited from the fierce subsidy battles between the two major forces.
Zhou Yuwen didn’t initially consider earning this money when he first started cultivating the power of Liu Shuo, but as Xu Huai’s power grew, Zhou Yuwen felt this money was just waiting for him to earn—missing out would be a waste.
So, Zhou Yuwen took out 300,000 yuan and let Liu Shuo operate freely.
Liu Shuo was sensible. He grinned and said, "Bro, take 200,000. I only need 100,000!"
Liu Shuo thought Zhou Yuwen was splitting the money with him because Zhou Yuwen had funded this part-ti job, so it made sense for Zhou Yuwen to take the larger share. Liu Shuo, feeling he was just running errands and doing odd jobs, thought even 100,000 yuan was too much—but he still had to share it with his brothers below.
Otherwise, why would they follow him?
Zhou Yuwen was montarily speechless: "Who gave you the money?"
After explaining again, Liu Shuo finally got it. Oh, Bro wants to recruit and buy horses?
Zhou Yuwen nodded, pretty much.
"Alright, bro, I got it! But, bro, you’ve been busy for so long, at least take so compensation. If you don’t take this bit of money, I don’t even know what to say," Liu Shuo said.
Zhou Yuwen replied, "I’m not interested in this small change. Just do as I told you. There’s a chance to make big money in the future."
Zhou Yuwen wasn’t lying. His last virtual investnt had netted him thirteen million yuan. Zhou Yuwen had squandered about four million and still had nine million left.
With these nine million, even if Zhou Yuwen did nothing, simply making simple investnts based on his foresight as a reincarnated person could achieve annual returns of forty to ninety percent.
Occasionally, with good timing, even doubling it was possible.
Thus, Zhou Yuwen truly wasn’t interested in the 300,000 yuan. Rarely reincarnated, Zhou Yuwen also wanted to do business and, like other reincarnated people, control outcos as they pleased—be it ByteDance, the new energy era, or smart phones, Zhou Yuwen wanted to try them all.
But the question was, did Zhou Yuwen have the capability?
In his previous life, Zhou Yuwen was just a novelist—pretty much a greenhorn teenager. Even as a middle-aged man who had risen to a mid-level corporate position, it was all thanks to the platform he was given. Zhou Yuwen knew his own capabilities.
Now, he was only given a chance to be reincarnated and build a big platform himself, which was genuinely challenging.
So, Zhou Yuwen thought, why not start by studying and practicing on this small platform?
Isn’t it pretty good now?
He has the money and the people; why exhaust all his efforts?
While ituan and Ele. had yet to start clashing, Zhou Yuwen had Liu Shuo find a few people to develop an online food ordering app just for the nearby Xianlin University Town. Once ituan and Ele. arrived, he could play hardball, switch flags, and again make millions without difficulty.
Zhou Yuwen’s idea was that simple.
However, clearly, Liu Shuo was a bit more ambitious than Zhou Yuwen.
Zhou Yuwen’s ambition was limited to making money and perhaps warming up to start a larger company.
But Liu Shuo’s understanding of recruiting and buying horses was to expand their turf.
The part-ti delivery job this ti had bolstered Xu Huai’s influence. However, in Jiangning University Town and Pukou University Town, part-ti wages were still fifteen or eighteen yuan per hour. After Double Eleven, these part-ti jobs dropped to below twelve yuan per hour.
Had it been any other year, this would have been just another routine occurrence.
However, this year, the students of Xianlin University Town couldn’t help but brag to their high school classmates in the distant Jiangning and Pukou.
"Hehe, we get twenty yuan per hour for a part-ti job here!"
"What? You guys only get fifteen? God, is that even human work?"
"Our place has a really cool Xu Huai Association. There used to be so students who bullied others, but ever since Xu Huai showed up, they’ve all been chased away!"
"Really? What kind of organization is that? A fellow townspeople association?"
"Ah, I’m from Xu Huai too! Ask for ; I want to join the Xu Huai Association!"
The first batch of people who joined the Xu Huai Association felt a sense of identity with it, much like in the movie "Wave," where the formation of the group gave them a sense of belonging. They were proud of their organization and endlessly hoped to expand their group.
So these people approached Liu Shuo and said, "Shuo bro, I have a fellow townsperson. He’s from Xu Huai and wants to join the Xu Huai Association, but he’s from Jiangning."
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