Flushing, inside the website’s office.
Wang Jian stared at the computer screen and let out a light sigh, "These..."
He pondered for a long ti but couldn’t think of a word to describe this "erging profession."
So, he continued, "These hackers, they’re really dedicated."
"Even though Naomi Watts has a certain following on Twitter because she starred in ’Prison Break,’"
"but to have thirty thousand more comnts than Tom Cruise and his wife is a bit too exaggerated, right?"
Dorsey shrugged, "This sort of thing is more cost-effective than their usual activities."
"Originally, they used computer technology to either infiltrate and blackmail websites or to get noticed by big companies for special recruitnt, both carrying high risks."
"Now all they need to do is post comnts and click their mouse to earn money."
"According to my alumni, the hacker community in Silicon Valley has been quiet for the past couple of days."
Uh...
Are these the hackers who were rumored to be so mythical?
Wang Jian tugged at the corner of his mouth and continued to check Naomi’s Twitter.
As it turned out, establishing a persona for original fans was indeed very effective.
A mix of comnts from book fans and paid ssages blended together, making Naomi Watts’ rise to the top in the vote seem not so glaring.
He clicked the mouse and switched to the voting page for another key character, Husky.
"Drew Barrymore? That famous loose woman of Hollywood?"
Wang Jian compared the images of the two in his mind and felt so difficulty in empathizing.
Forget it, anyway, we’ll have to wait until this storm blows over before we can push Twitter to the capital market.
So, whether there’s one covert manipulation or two doesn’t really make a difference.
"Put her in second place," Wang Jian pointed at the computer screen, "and let the original second-place, this actress nad Jessica Alba, win."
"Understood." Dorsey jotted it down in his notebook and then looked up seriously at Wang Jian.
"Ha." Wang Jian got up from the office chair and patted his shoulder.
"You’re going to Silicon Valley, not the moon," he joked to mask a hint of parting sorrow, "Besides, won’t you be much closer to your girlfriend there?"
"She’ll still be with Larry Page and others at Stanford University, continuing to perfect PageRank technology," Dorsey tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"And what I’m worried about is that once I leave you, I won’t be able to see streaking up close."
"Right," he saw Wang Jian about to speak and quickly continued, "after I leave, I recomnd Steve Chen for the role of chief technician."
"He’s also Chinese; you guys should get along quite nicely."
Wang Jian nodded, reminding him, "Once you’re there, aside from technical matters, listen more to Matthew’s advice."
"As a lawyer, his professional level is fairly competent."
"Alright, go say goodbye to Tom," Wang Jian waved Dorsey off.
Dorsey nodded and turned to leave.
"Wang, thank you for investing in PageRank; I know that was not by the book."
Wang Jian watched Jack Dorsey’s departing figure and shook his head with a smile.
Indeed, in the current internet age, investing in a technology rather than in a company is very uncommon.
Moreover, there’s the complication with this patent and Stanford University.
Even if in the future, when Larry Page uses this technology to start a business, the website would automatically earn the right to a priority match.
And PageRank is very useful for the website that holds Twitter.
But if it hadn’t been for Jack Dorsey’s contributions in the startup phase, it would be hard to say whether Wang Jian would have invested or not.
He slowly returned to his office chair, "First, report the voting results to ABC."
"As for Twitter... it’s not uncommon to lose so data during server migration."
"Haven’t Microsoft and Cisco done the sa?"
Wang Jian picked up the phone and dialed the intercom, "Have Steve Chen co to my office."
Soon, a young man of Asian descent entered.
"Mr. Wang, hello, I’m Steve Chen." He hesitated for a mont before adding, "My Chinese na is Chen Shijun."
"Chen Shijun?" Wang Jian muttered to himself, "Why do these programrs all look so odd?"
He handed over a docunt, "Go check the voting data again, and if there’s no problem, notify ABC."
"By the way, where did you immigrate from?"
"My hotown is China Fujian," Chen Shijun answered. "But I was born in Taiwan."
Wang Jian nodded, "Alright, you can go now."
...
In a villa in Beverly Hills, Los Angeles.
Drew Barrymore was anxiously refreshing the voting page.
Just a few hours ago, Jessica Alba, who was right behind her, began to see a steady increase in her votes.
Now, she was about to surpass her.
During this ti, Drew had tried thods like posing as a dedicated fan and posting sexy photos, but to no avail.
"Sigh, what should I do?" She sat in a chair, restlessly running her hands through her hair.
Just then, the butler ca to report.
"Miss Drew, Miss Paris Hilton and two ladies have co to visit."
As wealthy, fun-loving young won, Drew and Hilton naturally knew each other well.
But now, she was just staring at the computer, completely disinterested in dealing with the heiress.
Wait!
A thought struck Drew: "When I first exposed my celebrity lifestyle, my votes increased the fastest."
The slowdown must be due to a lack of novelty.
So...
Why not reveal a socialite’s lifestyle for a try?
Drew turned to the butler, "Please let Hilton in."
Soon, Drew’s living room welcod three young ladies.
"Hi, Drew." Hilton ca forward for a hug, then began introducing the two people with her.
"This is my best friend, Ivanka Trump."
"And this is my classmate, Kim Kardashian."
Trump?
Drew’s eyes lit up; another top socialite.
She yawned deliberately, showing a lack of enthusiasm, "What, off to another party?"
"What else is there to do if we’re not going to a party?" Hilton sat down beside Drew, "Do you have any better suggestions?"
"Have you heard of Twitter?" Drew spoke as if she were peddling drugs, "You can post updates about your life online and make lots of people envious!"
"Lots of people envious?" Hilton was interested in the term, "What is Twitter?"
Drew stood up from the couch and headed for the bedroom, "Co with and see, and you’ll understand."
Monts later, Hilton’s fingers were busy clicking the mouse.
"This Twitter is very interesting!"
Ivanka gave a noncommittal shrug.
Kim Kardashian, on the other hand, stared blankly at the computer screen, fixated.
Then the butler ca in again.
"Miss Ivanka’s father, Mr. Donald, would like to take her ho."
"Uncle Donald?" Hilton grabbed Ivanka’s hand and ran out of the bedroom.
"You didn’t go to a party?" Donald peered at Hilton, puzzled.
"Ha, uncle." Hilton swung Ivanka’s arm playfully, "We’ve found sothing even more fun."
"It’s Twitter!"
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