Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

On January 2011, 1, Tencent WeChat was launched.

Ji Shumiao didn't think about getting a piece of the social software pie, mainly because... he couldn't win it over.

With the completion of groupization, communication problems between departments within the company have become increasingly prominent. Not only is it inconvenient, but there is also the risk of leaks. Internal social office software must be developed.

Ji Shumiao counted the requirements on his fingers: "The transferred files must be able to be stored permanently. A file storage station or transfer station should be established. The approval procedures of each department should also be well implemented in this regard. It should also have some social functions, such as forums and friend circles, so that employees can get to know each other better..."

She did not make a specific demand plan, but even if she did, Zhou Hui could always make something better than she expected.

The more Ji Shumiao talked, the more Zhou Hui's expression became numb: "Do you know how many lines of code it takes to implement this?"

Ji Shumiao chuckled shamelessly: "I don't need to know."

After finishing his business, Ji Shumiao checked his Bitcoin account on the computer again, and contentedly converted the latest price into RMB in his mind. The corners of his mouth kept curling up and he couldn't suppress it.

Zhou Hui was packing his luggage in the room, making a loud clanging noise.

Ji Shumiao shouted inside: "I'm leaving first, see you in a month~"

"Boom boom boom!"

The sudden and urgent knock on the door startled her. Ji Shumiao opened the door while complaining softly, "Who is it? You're knocking like a death sentence."

Standing outside the door was a strange boy who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. He had a good-looking appearance, but his smile sounded a bit greasy and narcissistic.

"Little girl, is your master here?"

Ji Shumiao rolled his eyes: "You look like a dog head to me, if you have something to say, please say it quickly."

【Oh, you're still a little hot pepper. 】

Ji Shumiao's heart was filled with alarm; this was the second person's voice she could hear besides Tongtong.

[Are you dumbfounded? Are you impressed by my handsomeness? Haha…]

The young man put on a warm smile and said, "This is what I mean. I have a problem with the owner of this house. Can you help me?"

Ji Shumiao looked him up and down: "It's me. My name is on the property certificate. I have the final say on this house. You decide."

The young man was skeptical and hesitated for a moment before saying, "My father was the previous owner of this house. After he died unexpectedly, my mother sold the house on her own initiative. But this house carries all my good memories. Now I want to buy it back, and I hope you can make my dream come true."

"Okay, how much are you willing to pay?" Ji Shumiao asked patiently.

The teenager quoted a figure slightly lower than the normal market price and said generously: "I will pay it in one lump sum, but I don't have that much money right now. Can you give me some time to postpone the payment?"

Ji Shumiao laughed disdainfully, "We've bought this house for several years, but you didn't come to 'make your dream come true'. Now that the demolition notice has been issued, you rush to come and 'make your dream true'? You even offered to 'delay the payment', which sounds really nice. You just want to get the demolition money and then pay for the house. You're trying to get something for nothing. Do you think I have the word 'resentful person' written on my face?"

[How did she know that this house was going to be demolished? ! ]

Of course there must be someone higher up who knew the inside information in advance.

Ji Shumiao rolled his eyes, too lazy to talk any more, and was about to close the door, but the young man stopped him by pushing the door, saying firmly: "My father passed away, and this house should be inherited by me. My mother sold it privately. If you are unwilling to discuss it in an amicable manner, then I can only take legal action, and then neither you nor I will have an easy time."

Ji Shumiao was foolishly laughed at: "You're scaring me? Do you think my legal department is a pushover? The sale and purchase procedures for this house are legal and compliant. Even if you have the right of inheritance, it should be a dispute between you and your mother. What does it have to do with me?"

[How could this happen? She... how could she...]

[It was not this person who bought the house in the previous life. What went wrong? 】

How come any Tom, Dick or Harry can be reborn?

The young man still held the door and said, "I will repay you. Your kindness will be rewarded beyond your imagination."

"Repay? I'll beat you up!" Ji Shumiao let go of the hand that was pressing on the door to close it and shouted into the room, "Zhou Hui! You're dead!"

Zhou Hui, thinking she had left long ago, came out puzzledly and saw a strange young man outside the door.

Ji Shumiao pointed at the boy unceremoniously and said to Zhou Huiyi, "Help me beat him!"

Zhou Hui had a helpless expression. He picked up the baseball bat from the box, patted it in his palm, and walked over slowly.

“You, you, you…” The boy took a step back, “Don’t come over here.”

[Are you really playing? 】

Seeing Zhou Hui getting closer, the boy turned around and ran, and almost stepped on empty air and rolled down the stairs.

Standing at a safe distance, the young man stiffened his neck and said, "Don't look down on the poor young man. Things will change over time. One day, I will make you out of my league!"

Ji Shumiao sneered: "Right, right, right, don't bully the poor young, don't bully the poor middle-aged, don't bully the poor old, the dead are the greatest."

Zhou Hui swung the baseball bat with a threatening look in his eyes.

The young man looked at them angrily, then walked away with his stiff back.

Zhou Hui asked: "How did he offend you?"

"How stupid of me." Ji Shumiao curled his lips.

"Come on, I'll take you down. He may not have gone far."

Zhou Hui put down the baseball bat, picked up the key, and went downstairs together.

Ji Shumiao: "He wanted to buy this house on credit, but I didn't agree."

Zhou Hui nodded: "No one with a normal mind would agree to this."

It seems like praising her, but also seems like not praising her.

Ji Shumiao didn't argue with him and kindly reminded him, "You should be careful living here alone. I'm afraid he has other bad intentions."

"It's okay, he can't do anything to me, and I'll be moving out soon."

"I'm scared!" Ji Shumiao looked worried. "If you get hurt, it will delay a lot of things! You don't want to lie in the hospital, with a drip and a plaster cast, writing code, right?"

"Thank you." Zhou Hui thanked him with gritted teeth.

"You're welcome." Ji Shumiao accepted his thanks shamelessly.

Zhou Hui sent her to the car before going back. Ji Shumiao leaned back in the chair, rubbed her temples with her eyes closed, and said, "Let's go home."

Bai Yichuan secretly watched Ji Shumiao get into the car and leave, his eyes dark and deep.