Rebirth of the Industrial Internet

It rained heavily during the Qingming Festival, and after a while, it started to rain lightly outside.

Participants showed their tickets and, under the guidance of security guards, passed through the specially designed "dark door" and entered the Luwan Stadium.

Players without tickets wanted to try their luck, but their luck was bad.

No one resold the tickets. They continued to wait in the square, asking scalpers and ticket sellers everywhere, hoping to get a chance.

In the corner of the square, a middle-aged man in a suit and a young man in casual clothes were standing side by side, exchanging business information.

Sun Buqi cupped his hands with a smile on his face and said, "Boss Zhu, the first shot has been fired. I would like to say congratulations on getting rich in advance. The rain outside has started to get heavier. Do you want to move into the gym?"

Zhu Jun was reluctant to move and looked greedily at the waiting crowd in the square, "Boss Sun, thank you for reminding us that we have placed two large LED screens in the square. The people waiting will not be too bored, and no extreme accidents occurred."

He pursed his lips and said meaningfully, "We are all eating from Warcraft. I hope we can make a fortune together. If I can earn Boss Sun's share, I will wake up from my dream with a smile."

These words are not false. From the side information, I found out that it is a gold farming studio that earns 60,000 US dollars per day at its peak. Now that there are more US server studios and fierce competition, the profit has declined, and it has stabilized at 10,000 US dollars per day.

In 0044, The9 was listed on the Nasdaq and raised US$100 million. In addition to paying the agency fees for Glass Slag and the fees for client Chineseization, most of them were invested in new servers.

The former cash cow "Miracle" no longer had the prestige, and the company's capital chain was in jeopardy. It had no money to recruit people, let alone publicity.

Sun Buqi offered to cooperate and brought his own dry food. Zhu Jun didn't think much and nodded in agreement.

Both parties worked together to achieve today's World of Warcraft player meeting.

Zhu Jun patted the water drops on his shoulders and asked enthusiastically, "Boss Sun, do you know how I feel now?"

The other party was in high spirits, but Sun Buqi was too lazy to be a villain, "Nearly two thousand people came to the scene today, and there were at least 00,000 paying players. When we held the meeting before, we were afraid that there would be too few people and we would not be able to recover the cost; during the public beta, we were afraid

The server's carrying capacity is insufficient and it cannot provide corresponding services."

Zhu Jun touched his finger and pointed at the people queuing up to enter the gymnasium, and said with great emotion, "When the imperial examination first started, new candidates filed in from the entrance of the palace, and Emperor Taizong Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty blurted out: All the heroes in the world have entered my palace."

Sun Buqi raised his thumb, ""Legend" has made Chen Tianqiao a lot of money. I believe that Mr. Zhu will not let him focus on his beauty and take up the throne of the first player in the game. The big screen will be broadcast simultaneously, and the meeting will be held simultaneously.

It has already begun. As the boss, I cannot be absent."

Zhu Jun waved his hand and said with satisfaction, "There is nothing to see! The smiles on the players' faces and the enthusiasm bursting out are more convincing than any data. Be sure to put these pictures on the official website, forum, 1717.

"

In order to show his grace, the real boss played the game of "real men never look back to see the explosion", so Sun Buqi had no choice but to stay with him outside, answering various questions.

…

The first player meeting ended successfully. Host and cosplayer Tyrande Qin Mengyao’s mission in the Magic City has come to an end for the time being.

The coffee shop in Magic City was a little lazy in the afternoon, and the gramophone in the corner was playing a vinyl record of Joe Hisaishi.

Chen Jiachang looked excited and said, "How is it? The environment here is not bad. In the distance is the Shikumen. Han Han's "Three Gates" has written here many times. I have longed for this kind of environment for a long time, and I have even dreamed of coming here."

Sun Buqi shook his head, "You are too lazy to decorate the room in Haikou..." Seeing the girl's unkind expression, he stopped the topic, "Mengyao, after we are done here, where should we go next? Let you go out alone, your parents and family

Don’t worry.”

Qin Mengyao smiled, "Last weekend, Sister Yu just came; this week, Senior Sister Jiachang came again, and I am not lonely at all. The foundation is operating normally, and Dr. Tan and Professor Dong have shortlisted some of the names and are preparing to do it during the summer vacation.

Operation."

The company has launched several projects, most of which are in the development stage, with only investment and no output.

She didn't want to ask for money at this time, but after seeing the patient's photos and information, her sympathy grew and she couldn't help but make "unreasonable thoughts".

Sun Buqi frowned, with a serious look on his face, "Mengyao, don't worry. Other money can be less, and the project can be postponed. The foundation's money cannot be less, and it will be transferred to the account immediately."

During the Chinese New Year, in order to treat his younger brother Sun Buhui's illness, he set up a foundation to treat heart membrane surgery, donating 1 million yuan every year and selecting 10-0 patients as the recipients.

Three months later, Dr. Tan Renben from Qilu University Affiliated Hospital has reviewed the first batch of aid recipients and everything is ready, waiting for the funds to arrive.

Qin Mengyao and Sun Buqi discussed the foundation matters in detail, and the exquisite pastries lost their appeal.

Chen Jiachang came up and said sourly, "Classmate Sun, I also want to do charity and set up a foundation."

This little jealous person can be jealous regardless of the occasion!

Sun Buqi turned his brows and thought about it, "The Wuzhishan area in Qiongzhong is short of medical treatment and medicine, and there is also a shortage of teachers. You can apply to be a rural teacher and go there to teach... If you find it troublesome, there are ways to get immediate results. In mountainous areas

Children cannot eat more than a few meals of meat in a year, you can create a "Meat Eating Festival" and add meat to the children!"

Later generations of "Xintian Helping Students" sold charity on Taobao, specifically helping children in impoverished mountainous areas of Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan to have a meal of meat. At that time, Sun Buqi's life was tense, so he secretly donated half a pig without telling his girlfriend.

Chen Jiachang clapped his hands and smiled happily, "The last idea is a good idea! I will do it when I get back to Haikou!"

Teaching in a mountain village would take at least half a year, but she couldn't do it; going to a school in a mountainous area to deliver warmth and donate pork didn't take too long, which was exactly what she wanted from the bottom of her heart.

The girl agreed too quickly and thought of things too simply.

Sun Buqi reminded from the side, "We need to contact each school and coordinate all the work. I will give you 10,000 yuan and try it out in several nearby schools. If there is no trouble, then expand to other places. Let me tell you in advance, I will only be there.

Guidance, not personal participation.”

Chen Jiachang snorted coldly, "10,000 yuan, if you give it to a beggar, it will cost you at least 100,000 yuan! If you don't give it, I will go and get sponsorship. Changxing electric car seems to be quite suitable."

It’s fake to solicit sponsorship, but it’s true to seek a sense of presence!

Sun Buqi couldn't laugh or cry, he explained one by one,

"The primary school in the mountainous area is not large. There are at most two classes in each grade, with an average of 40 students in each class. The total number of students in the six grades is less than 500. A pound of pork costs less than 5 yuan, and a pound of meat per child only costs 500 yuan.

.Including the cost of other ingredients, including the school teacher, the cost is less than 4,000 yuan."

Chen Jiachang stuck out his tongue, "Oh, it's not enough to pay for a five-star hotel room." (To be continued)