Rebirth of the Wild Age

"You're dead!" Peng Shengli gave Ding Ming a sympathetic look, and then left silently.

Ding Ming took a deep breath, bit the bullet and walked out.

What Zhang Chaoyang said at the signing ceremony was approved by Ding Ming. He knew that such a day would come sooner or later.

Ding Ming originally wanted to get a fake certificate and go back to fool around, but his father called several times to ask about the graduation time, and even said that he would bring friends to organize a group to attend his graduation ceremony.

It's crazy, just dismantle the calculation in advance.

It's just that his father was unreasonable at home, and he left too much psychological shadow on Ding Ming since he was a child. Ding Ming didn't dare to take the initiative to call back. He comforted himself with the excuse of being too busy at work, thinking that it would be a day if it could be delayed, and now it was finally inevitable.

Sogou company has no security guards, and the girl at the front desk can't stop it at all. Ding Daguo's fat body rolled directly into the innermost room.

The door was pushed open suddenly, and two rows of salesmen with phones in their hands turned their heads instantly, staring at the furious Ding Daguo.

"Hush!"

Just as Ding Daguo was about to speak, several telemarketers signaled him to be quiet.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Ding Daguo apologized softly, exited lightly, and closed the door smoothly.

The girl at the front desk caught up and asked weakly, "Are you really Mr. Ding's father?"

"Don't we look alike?" Ding Daguo asked back.

"Pretty similar." The girl at the front desk said.

Ding Daguo glanced around, finally saw the sign of "General Manager's Office", pointed there and asked, "Is Ding Ming in there?"

The girl at the front desk subconsciously said, "Ah, um, yes. Boss Ding, I'll make you coffee."

Peng Shengli walked over quickly, shook hands with Ding Daguo and said, "Hello, Uncle, I'm Peng Shengli, we've met before."

"Hello, hello, you work here too?" Ding Daguo asked with a smile on his face.

"I'm the head of the advertising sales department," Peng Shengli pointed inside, "Uncle, Ding Ming is inside, his legs are too scared to come out."

"Hehehe." Ding Daguo walked over with a smile.

As soon as the office door was closed, some voices could be heard faintly outside the door:

"Dad, you are here."

"If I don't come, how long are you going to pretend?"

"I didn't pretend, it's just that I've been too busy recently and haven't had time to call you."

"I've been busy recently, so what were you doing last year? Every year when school starts, you still send back your report card, and even the mailing address and postmark are clear..."

"Dad, close the door tightly first, let's talk slowly if we have something to do."

"Little bastard, I invited all my friends to let you go to Fudan, and spent more than 20,000 yuan to get you a self-funded place. How dare you drop out of school for me..."

"Oh, don't slap me! I'm the boss of the company now, save me some face... Ah, don't slap me!"

"I can't beat you to death!"

"Hit me again!"

"Don't run away!"

"Don't run away, I'm stupid!"

"..."

Except for the employees who were doing telemarketing, everyone else came to eavesdrop, each of them holding back their laughter until their cheeks ached.

The Chinese version of Bill Gates is really extraordinary!

There was a commotion inside for a while, and then it quieted down, as if the father and son were tired and taking a break.

Peng Shengli found that there was no excitement to watch, so he immediately put on a straight face and shouted to the employees: "What are you watching, go back to your respective posts!"

"Hahahaha!" The employees laughed.

The high-tech companies in the startup period are like this. Everyone is young, and the atmosphere is lively and cheerful. To put it bluntly, they are neither big nor small.

I don't know how long it took, Ding Daguo walked into the open office with a smile, clapped his hands and said, "Hi everyone, I am Ding Ming's father, Ding Daguo. Thank you for your help and support for my son. Is there anything he can do wrong in the future?" Okay, please be more generous, friends. Tonight, without affecting work, I will invite everyone to have a meal. You can choose any place to eat, so you don’t have to save money!"

"Long live Mr. Ding!"

The employees shouted in unison.

"Ahem," Ding Ming followed behind his father, "Well, everyone works hard, so what should you do, I will accompany my father to Sohu next door first."

The Ding family and the father were in a good mood, laughing and ran to Sohu next door to visit.

The moment Ding Ming was about to leave the house, the girl at the front desk finally couldn't help shouting: "Boss Ding!"

"What are you doing?" Ding Ming asked with his hands behind his back in a coquettish way, showing his growing belly.

The girl at the front desk whispered, "You have footprints on your butt."

"Ahem, cough, it's okay." Ding Ming hurriedly slapped the dust off his buttocks, and left as if fleeing.

"Hahahahaha!"

There was another burst of laughter in the company, laughing unscrupulously.

...

In May 1998, the United Nations Information Committee identified the Internet as the "fourth media".

According to international data, the Internet accounts for 47.4% of the main channels for Internet users to obtain information, while traditional media has decreased to 15.7%. That is to say, Internet reading in Europe and America has developed enough to compete with traditional media.

Bill Gates attended the annual news conference this time, and gave a speech during the lunch break, talking about the development prospects of electronic media, and the traditional media leaders wanted to tear him to pieces.

On the Chinese side, the Internet is still in its infancy, not even qualified as a vassal of traditional media.

It is also under such circumstances that Sogou is trying to launch a "blog" product.

The technical content of the blog is not high, it just burns money, after all, it costs a lot of money to rent a server at this time.

Ding Ming invited many Internet celebrities from Sohu and Lifang to join the blog. These people readily agreed and posted their previous articles in the blog after applying for the blog.

Some netizens also chased after them, but the effect was not good.

Articles in blogs have far less hits than forums. Over time, Internet celebrities don't care too much. At most, after writing a new article, they copy and paste it in the blog.

Again, the number of netizens in 1998 was too small, and only large forums and portals could show their scale, and scattered and fragmented blogs were simply not enough to read.

"I say no." Ding Ming said helplessly.

Peng Shengli was quite embarrassed, and said with a wry smile: "I took it for granted. After all, there are only a million netizens in China. And most netizens can only surf the Internet for a few hours a month. Their online time is very precious. Large-scale websites can maximize the effectiveness of time. Blogs are too scattered, and most netizens simply don’t have time to click in one by one.”

Ding Ming picked up the phone and said, "I'll ask Lao Song, if it doesn't work, I'll close the blog."

When the phone was connected, Ding Ming explained the situation clearly.

Song Weiyang said: "I read your blog. It is very primitive. It has nothing, not even a ranking system for bloggers. You don't need to shut it down. You need to spend money to support it. The number of netizens in China now doubles in six months on average. Doubled, and the growth rate is getting faster and faster, it is estimated that there will be nearly 10 million Internet users by the end of next year. In a year or so, the blog will almost be up."

"Okay, it's quite expensive." Ding Ming said.

Song Weiyang asked: "How is the company's performance?"

Ding Ming said: "Search engine users are growing rapidly, but search ads are not easy to receive, and merchants are encouraged to build web pages first. Taking into account the company's opening expenses, only calculating operating costs, the book loss last month was 1.18 million, mainly due to buying merchants. The phone number is very expensive. My goal is to break even before October this year, and make a monthly profit of 100,000 by the end of the year."

"Then take your time, it's been hard work." Song Weiyang said.

Ding Ming asked: "You have been haunted for the past two months, saying that you are not at school, where did you go?"

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "Doing social surveys, I'm from the Department of Sociology, and my graduation thesis is about to break my leg."

"It's just a paper, just copy one and deal with it." Ding Ming said.

Song Weiyang said: "I don't dare. If someone finds out that the thesis is falsified 20 years later, it would be embarrassing enough, and I can't go out and pretend to be coercive."